Viper : Enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 26: Prove It

Chapter 26: Prove It

            It’s a little after 8 now and Jarvis just told me that everyone is up and in the front room I walk to the closet to take one more look at myself and then back out to my room.

            “Hey, Jarvis?” I ask as I grab my phone.

            “Yes, Jade?”

            “You still on bored with my plan?”

            “Of course, Miss.”

            “Well then,” I say while scrolling through the music on my phone, “would you mind playing this on the 83rd floor as loud as possible without making everyone deaf?”

            “Not at all, Miss.” I see on the screen that Jarvis is now connected to my phone, so I play Young Volcanos by Fall Out Boy. It blares through the sound system that I assume Jarvis also plays through. I smirk and put my phone in my pocket as I saunter out of my room. I slam the door again and see that I did in fact knock something off the wall because there’s a blank space there now. I begin to stomp down the hall and start singing along. Well singing/screaming.

“Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds and it’s all over now, before it has begun, we’ve already won!” I scream as I walk/dance into the kitchen and pour myself some coffee. “We are wild! We are like young volcanos.” I continue, while shaking my hips and adding sugar and creamer. I stir with a spoon and toss it in the sink as I turn again. “Come on, make it easy. Say I never mattered. Run it up the flag pole.” I sing, pointing at myself while looking at Banner, Rogers, and Thor who inhabit the counter bar and Stark, Romanoff and Barton who are at the table. “We will teach you how to make boys next door out of assholes!” I continue while walking past everyone towards Peter on the couch, and the abruptly turning to face everyone in the kitchen on ‘assholes.’ I take a swig of my coffee making half of it disappear as I’ve seen many teenagers in the Starbucks by my apartment do. “We Are!!!! Wild!! We are like young volcanos!” I pick up again when I take the mug away from my mouth. “We are wild! Americana…” During the ‘ooo’ background part I point my fingers down in a wave like motion, “exotica, do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby!” I chug the rest of my coffee while swaying my hips along with the song. When my cup is empty, I pull it away from my mouth and turn it upside down and stick out my tongue as if catching the very last drop. Then I pick up singing again as I walk back to the sink. “La do dada, la da dada da, la dada da do dada! We are wild! We are like young volcanos! Americana, exotica, do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby!”  After placing my mug in the sink, I continue dancing and singing, barely even taking notice of the glares and confused looks being shot at me. The rest of the song is the same drum beat repeating. I drum on the table, then my legs as I make my way to Peter and then during the last time through, I gently pat his head. After the song ends, no one gets a chance to talk because another song immediately plays. Now I did plan this out, so Ballad of Mona Lisa by Panic! At the Disco plays. During the intro, I turn away from Peter, who I can see is simply trying to contain his laughter, and lean against the back of the couch. “She paints her fingers with a close precision, he starts to notice empty bottles of gin, and takes a moment to assess the sins she’s paid for.” I start singing. “A lonely speaker in a conversation, her words were swimming though his ears again. There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for.” I continue while meeting the eyes of everyone in the kitchen. “Say what you mean, tell me I’m right, and let the sun rain down on me. Give me a sign, I want to believe.” I push off the couch and prepare to full on rock out when the chorus comes. “Whoa Mona Lisa! You’re guaranteed to run this town! Whoa, Mona Lisa, I pay to see you frown!” And that’s when Metal Head decides to but in.