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

Chapter 28: Captain America's A Dick

Chapter 28: Captain America's A Dick

*Jade’s POV*

            After the whole scene took place in the kitchen, and my chat with Cap, which I’m still trying to decipher. I mean, what was that? He looked at me and I don’t know I was lost. I couldn’t think straight, and then he touched me. It shouldn’t have been that big of a deal right? Cause you know he’s carried me like the sack of potatoes I am as well as a child, but when he simply touched my shoulders I had to hold back a shudder. It must be that I’m not used to them touching me without their fists. Anyway, I had gone back to my room but got bored after 15 minutes and went to Peter’s room. Although we’ve patched things up, I still don’t think I could exactly hang out with them. Hell, I don’t even feel comfortable walking around the tower. I’m pretty sure I’m on house arrest after leaving last night, so that’s out of the equation. I suppose all I can really do is train, and the sooner I start that, the sooner I can leave. I assume. I actually don’t know what they plan on doing with me. Well, that can be a problem for another day, now I just want to start training. I bet there’s still time to do so today. What time is it, anyway?

            “I don’t know, look at the clock.” Peter says from behind me. Oopps… I really should get a handle on that… I’m sitting on one of the chairs in his room sideways with my legs draped over one of the armrests. I turn so I can look at him and see he’s sitting in the corner of the wall, upside down, eating the last bite of a sandwich.

            “How are you not choking?” I ask.

            “I don’t know…” He says then swallows. “You’d think I would be, but I guess my apophyges just kinda pulls the food down… Or up?” Peter says pointing at his stomach which, with the way he’s sitting makes it seem up, but if he were vertical, it would be down. I laugh at his expression as I swing my legs off the chair and stand. When I look back at Peter, he’s smiling giddily.

            “What?” I say looking at him.

       “Nothing. I just haven’t heard that laugh in over a year.” Peter says flipping off the wall and in front of me.

          “What, the high pitched screeching that sounds like a dying cat?” I say. I’ve never really liked my laugh if you couldn’t tell.

            “Oh, please you don’t sound like that.” Peter says rolling his eyes.

            “Whatever.” I say as I walk past him to look at the clock on his bedside table. 12:32. “It’s only 12:30?” I whine as I turn back to him.

            “Really? Feels like 5.” He says. “Guess time flies when you have an emotional morning.” Peter says with a terrible regal accent.

            “Oh shut up.” I say punching him in the arm. Peter smiles as he rubs his arm.

            “Well since we’re both bored and you seem to be in an energetic mood, why don’t we head down to the training center?” Peter suggests.

            “Great!” I exclaim excitedly as I make my way to the door.

            “Okay I’ll get everyone to meet us down there.” Peter says as I walk out the door. I walk to the elevator and head up to the 83rd floor to change. As I step out, I see St-Tony stepping out of the other elevator across the room.

            “Hey, Peter and I wanted to start my training, if you’d like to join.” I say turning down the hall.

            “Yeah, be down in a sec.” I hear along with the sink turning on.