"Mila, arms up," I ignore Natasha, watching her as she swipes her fist towards my face. I duck out of the way and kick my heel into her hand. She smirked, jamming her palm into my wrist. I like to fight with Natasha, she isn't afraid to hit me. She knows I can take a hit. The timer sounds and I slump to the floor of the gym, "How was that?"
"Next time, can you break my nose?"
"Maybe," She helps me stand up, and then put her arm around my shoulder, "You're getting very good at this, maybe soon you'll be able to take me down."
I think I already can. Dad and Natasha have been teaching me to fight ever since I could hold things. I throw myself out of the ring and look at Natasha as she leans on the ropes as her phone beeps, "I gotta go. clint's in jail and I have to bail him out. We're still going to watch Harry Potter right?"
I smile, "Of course." Natasha fist bumps me before she left the gym. I pick up the hand wraps and leave the room, taking Lunch with on the way out. Lunch likes to watch us when we fight.
I pet her little head and walk out to the kitchen, placing Lunch on the countertop. Huh, that boy is there again. Pagan, Penny...Peter. Peter, that's his name. I watched him walk around the kitchen for a bit, he turned around and jumped ten feet high.
"You scared me!" he sighs. I smiled at him, petting Lunch's head, "Sorry, Mr Stark said I could come up here if I'm hungry."
"Wow, you can jump high if you're scared. That's fun to know."
He sighs and walks over, "I didn't hear you come in. Do you know where the snacks are?"
"Steve wants us all to be healthy, so all you're going to find is kale chips and strawberries. I know that Clint and Tony stash snacks on the top shelf. They don't know that I know."
Peter looks up then at me, "How do you get up there?"
I jump up onto the top of the pantry and slide over to the shelves. Peter watches as I use the light to keep me steady as I reach over and open the secret cabinet.
Tony doesn't like it when people eat his snacks. Oh well. I slide into the vent and take out Clint's candy and drop them down to Peter. I also take out some other goodies before dropping onto the floor.
"Do you always climb like that?" Peter asks.
"Yeah. It's really boring around here, I like to climb things and break into things. If Tony asks, you need to tell him that I died. Come on, let's go downstairs."
Lunch climbs up onto my shoulder as we go down to my apartment. "Is that your cat?"
"Yeah," I smile, glancing back at him, "Her name is Lunch."
"Lunch?" I nod proudly as I open the door and let Peter into the apartment, "That's a great name." I know it is. Lunch crawls across the kitchen into her hiding spot. "Do you live here?"
"Yeah, it's just my dad and me." I show him the photo of my dad and I. Peter takes it and looks at it as I hide away some more snacks.
"Your dad is the winter soldier?" I nod, petting Lunch, "Isn't he like....um..."
"100 years old? Yeah he is, I'm adopted. I don't know what happened to my parents so James took me in."
Peter smiles softly. Lunch wanders over to him and leans against Peter's shoulder, "She likes you. We don't have a lot of visitors."
"Why's that?"
I shrug, "I'm sick. Well, Tony and Dr Banner say that I'm sick, but I think they're being dramatic. I'm not allowed to leave the tower and interact with new people."
