Make My Voice Brand New [COMPLETED]

Out Of My Limit

After about a week, Luka was having her lunch break in the common area with Clint and Sam. She had her sweatpants on, a black vest top, her hair tied up messily, and streaks of oil over her arms. Such was the life of an assistant engineer. Luka enjoyed the phenomena of not eating a sandwich at the same time as welding components or coding new operating systems, a bad habit Mr Stark had instilled into her very early on, and a habit she had spent the last month or so trying to get out of her system. However, she didn't like how the conversation had turned.

"You know he likes you right?" She was glaring at Clint, who had asked her the question, her mouth full of sandwich, chewing it very slowly.

"Who?" She replied, her words muffled from food.

"Spiderboy, obviously."

"Why obviously?"

"You don't think he started coming to lunch only on the days that you come for lunch because he wanted to be our friend, did you?"

"That doesn't mean he likes me." She said, rolling her eyes and taking another bite of her sandwich. "We barely know each other."

"That doesn't mean anything." Sam continued. "Remember the day in the kitchen?"

"What about it?" She asked.

"We walked in on some pretty intense staring m'dear." Clint said, wagging his finger at her. "Felt like something else was gonna happen had we not interrupted." Him and Sam burst out in giggles.

"Oh you two are so childish." She muttered. "He's a nervous kid, now he's socializing, doesn't mean he likes me."

"Guess we will find out." She heard Clint murmur as she bit another piece of her sandwich. She frowned and looked at him, and Clint just nodded his head over to the door. She followed his gesture, and saw Peter himself standing in the doorway.

He cleared his throat, his hands fidgeting together nervously.

"Can I join you?" He asked, his nerves evident in his voice. Luka saw Clint's face break out into a smile from the corner of her eyes.

"Of course! Come and sit right here!" Clint shuffled over on the sofa, leaving a space between him and Luka, and patted the spot. Luka rolled her eyes as Peter sat down, noticing how his body was stiff and tucked in away from her as much as he physically could be.

"What made you come to visit us today kid?" Sam asked, throwing his arm across the back of the sofa, his hand now very close to Luka's shoulder.

"I'm told it's a social thing to do, come up for lunch, so.." Peter said quietly. The men nodded, like they approved of his answer. Luka almost didn't see Sam and Clint exchange a look over their heads.

"We were just talking about something interesting." Sam said. "About how people show their attraction to others."

"Hmm, and how to distinguish whether it's flirtation or friendliness." Clint added. "What do you think Peter?"

"Huh? What do I ...what?" He stuttered, his hand freezing halfway to putting his chip in his mouth.

"What would you consider to be flirting?" Clint queried, his blase-ness a stark contrast to Peter's rigid body.

"Well personally," Sam interjected. "I would say it's all about how you talk to them, you know? So instead of saying 'Hey Luka wassup', it's more," He dramatically flipped his head to her and wiggled his eyebrows at you. "Heyyyy Luka." His voice was lowered and all smooth sounding. "Wassuuuuuup."

She smacked him upside the head.

"Gross. That is not flirting." She stuck her tongue out at him.