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Ch. 15: Jeremiah

"That will be $2.98, miss."

I handed three ones in the cashiers direction, before grabbing the bag of skittles with a grin on my face, "Have a good day."

I walked out of the store, opening the bag and popping a skittle into my mouth, humming contently as my eyes drifted off towards the setting sun.

Fury, even though he wasn't keen on it, rented a hotel room for Jeremiah and I to stay at. It was decently sized- with two separate bedrooms in it.

That made me excited.

I haven't been there yet. I wanted to continue to walk around, take a break from secrecy. Be a normal person for once.

So I convinced Jeremiah to bring our luggage to the hotel and he could choose whatever room he wanted- I honestly had no care in the world what the size of my room was. A break from Fury is still a break from Fury.

A tossed another skittle into my mouth, biting down on it as I started walking towards the hotel's direction.

I am currently wearing a pair of blue jeans with a loose white top. I had a pair of black and white vans, and my hair was thrown into a loose messy bun. I had a pair of sunglasses on as well.

Except, they weren't really sunglasses.

Countless spots of data splashed itself onto the glasses I was wearing.

Well, I'll never always be a normal person. So these glasses are an exception to me.

"Incoming call from a random number."

"Trace it," I hummed, popping another skittle into my mouth as I glanced both ways, before crossing the street.

"One moment please."

The sounds of giggling children caught my attention, and I turned my gaze towards a group of seven kids. Two of them were little girls, and the rest were males. They were running my way, and one boy ran directly into me, "Be careful-"

"You be careful! I am the mighty Thor!" He bellowed, raising his arm in the air as the others laughed.

I played along, putting a hand on my chest as I stared at him, "You're one of those Avengers! Thank you for saving Manhatten! And the world. Who are these friends of yours, mighty Thor?"

"They are Hawkeye, Black Widow, Captain America, Iron Man, Hulk, and Archangel!"

I knelt down to the girl that was acting out me, before giving her a fist bump, "You're my favorite Avenger out of all of you. Always looked up to you."

She beamed, grinning as she nodded her head excitedly, "I love to save people and fly around above others! It's so pretty!"

I glanced around before beckoning the kids to follow me, "Can I show you something? Promise not to say anything about it, okay?"

They all responded in a chorus of "yes" and "okay", and I knelt down before placing my bag of skittles into my pocket, before putting my hands together, "What is something you want to see? Make it simple, like a flower, rock- any object."

"Cap's shield!"

"Thor's hammer!"

"A rose!"

"A burger!"

"My cat Pancakes!"

I laughed at their responses, before nodding my head slowly, "Let's do Captain America's shield. Three, two, one, boom!"

With that, I expanded my hands, turning them around to shape the form of his shield, as well as the lines and details that it has. They were gawking at what I had done, and I grinned, "Pretty cool, right?"

"How did you do that?!?"

I leaned down close to them, before whispering quietly, "Well, as someone once said, I do like to save people and fly around above others, because it is pretty."

"No way! Are you Archangel?" The girl asked, her eyes shining into the 'sunglasses' I was wearing.

"You bet I am. Now, go and skedaddle on home before I need to go and fight some more bad guys, okay?"

"Okay! Bye Miss Archangel!" They all waved goodbye, and I waved to them as well.

"It's coming from Stark Tower, ma'am."

"Oh jesus I forgot about that. Answer," I hummed, pulling out my skittles before popping another one into my mouth, continuing my walk as a voice came through.

"Arch, right?"

"Shellhead! What's up?" I asked, grinning as I heard a scoff.

"First of all, rude. Second of all, why did I get a call from sourpatch?"

"Are you talking about Jeremiah?" I asked, tossing a few more skittles into my mouth.

"Mentioned something about starting a kitchen fire-"

"HE DID WHAT?" I choked, punching myself in the chest as I coughed up the skittles, "Jesus fucking christ, I can't leave that airhead alone for more than 1 hour before he catches something on fire- and why did you call him sourpatch?"

"He's been an absolute nincompoop since we met. Primary example of fire."

"How on earth could he start a kitchen fire just when he got to the hotel?" I muttered, putting the skittles in my pocket as I started to run to the hotel.

"Wait, hotel? You're too young to be doing that kinda stuff, sagacity."

"Seriously? In the gutter, Stark? Fury is practically forcing us to have the same hotel- and yes we have separate rooms. Or maybe had them- Jeremiah might have messed up bad."

"Well you better go and fix up sourpatch's mess. Hope to never talk again, sagacity!"

"Go away shellhead," I muttered, before having Piper hang up the call. I groaned, "If Jeremiah wanted to start a kitchen fire, the damn idiot should've contacted you Piper!"

"You haven't installed me into any SHIELD database, Miss Miller."

"I- okay, so you have a point there. But bothering Tony with that took some time out of the genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist's life!"

"I sense rapid heartbeats."

I turned the corner, seeing firetrucks nearby. I pushed myself through the crowd, before walking up behind a certain brown haired man who was talking to officers.

I sat there with a forced smile on my face, tapping my foot on the ground as I folded my arms.

He glanced behind me, staring at me, "Nicole! You're here-"

"And what on earth made you want to start a damn kitchen fire the day we come to the hotel Jeremiah?!" I snapped, stalking up to him, putting a finger on his chest, "Because I had to get a call from a certain shellhead saying that you started a kitchen fire while I went down to the store to get one thing, Ryder. One. Thing. Skittles! Just skittles, Jeremiah. I would've cooked for you."

"But you weren't there-"

"You could've waited!"

"But I was hungry!"

"Snack on chips! Crackers! Vegetables! Maybe cut up a few peppers and eat those!"

"You were gone!"

"You seriously don't know how to cut a pepper, do you?"

"..."

"JESUS JEREMIAH, REALLY?"

"IS IT BAD I DON'T KNOW HOW TO CUT A PEPPER?"

"IT'S EMBARRASSING THAT I'M ASSOCIATED WITH YOU!"