Make My Voice Brand New [COMPLETED]

An Invite

Luka gestured vaguely to a chair next to her workbench and sat back in her own chair, pulling out the stopper in the top. She gave it a sniff. Definitely whiskey. She took a sip. It tastes like that Japanese one Tony had been harping on about - 'it's so expensive it doesn't even burn' he would babble. She held the bottle out to Peter, who took it, then had a sip himself, grimacing as he swallowed it, which made her laugh.

"You picked a bottle of stuff you don't even like?" She chuckled.

"No one likes the taste of alcohol, they drink it cos it makes them feel good afterwards." He took another big drink then handed the bottle back. As she took a sip, she watched his hands fidgeting together, and suddenly wondered if he was gonna do exactly as Sam and Clint said - get drunk and kiss her. Because let's be honest, an underage kid doesn't steal a bottle of alcohol from his boss and bring it down to someone they avoided for days, if they didn't have an ulterior motive.

She set the bottle down on the table. Then she started to unzip her hoodie.

"It's warm in here." She shrugged, as she pulled it from around her shoulders and threw it on the table. She noticed his eyes watching the movement before snapping back up to meet hers again.

He cleared his throat before speaking. "What uh...what have you been doing down here?"

"Working on something for Bucky." She said, glancing up to see Peter's face fall in...disappointment? "But that's a side problem. My main project is looking at new blasters. I don't like the ones Tony has, they're too heavy once you factor in all the other special effects he wants."

"What are you thinking of using?"

"I found some research suggesting that infusing with nickel and magnesium maintains the durability while reducing the mass, but I'm still testing whether that can actually withstand the blasts themselves. Failing that, we would be looking at a nanotechnology for the rest of the suit. It's just not feasible to make everything out of vibranium." Peter stared at her. Then shook his head.

"I forgot you were smart and stuff." He mumbled.

"Do I not look smart?" She retorted.

"No. Wait! I mean, yes, but I just forget sometimes, that's all."

"Because of what? The fact I'm sitting here building prototype suit arms?"

"Uhhh....no? Because ...uhh...." His eyes darted round the room as he clearly tried to work out what to say. Luka just took a sip of the whiskey and waited. After a few painful seconds of him stumbling over himself, she took charge.

"I have a game." She suddenly announced, making him breath a sigh of relief. She grabbed the bottle and have another drink. "It's like truth or dare, but it's only questions. So... just truths. And you drink if you don't want to answer." She held the bottle out to him. "Ready?"

He took the bottle, had a drink, then nodded, his jaw tight with tension as he watched her dramatically ponder her first question. Then he jumped in.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked quickly. Luka's eyebrows twitched in surprise.

"No. Do you?" He shook his head, still studying her. He wanted to ask about what he was continually walking in on, but he didn't know how to word it in a way that wouldn't come out as angry, or desperate, or bitter.

"Are you...involved in any... dating type stuff ... with ... anyone?" Luka narrowed her eyes and leant forward slightly. She knew exactly who he was talking about.

"Why don't you just ask me outright if I'm sleeping with Bucky?" She accused, watching his face turn red as he shifted awkwardly in his chair. He cleared his throat.