Welcome To Marvel/ It's A War

Chapter 6: I (Don't) Like You

Steve's POV

I sat on the couch, a frown on my face as I watched Frank devor the last of the beans. Sam and I had already ate, no doubt Courtney wouldn't be coming out of her room for the rest of the night, but he could have at least offered her some.

She probably wouldn't have accepted it, but still.

"So, do I get a weapon?" He asked me.

"No."

"What if we get attacked during the middle of the night?" He asked.

You'll die and no one will miss you.

What is wrong with me!?

"You'll stay close to us and away from the threats." I told him.

"But Courtney has a knife!"

"She knows how to use it." I explained.

"I could stab any old man with a knife." He said grumpily.

"Luckily we aren't being hunted by old men." Sam said from the kitchen.

"You know what I mean!" Frank complained.

"Unfortunately." Sam muttered loudly.

"Stop talking to me like that! I'm not a baby!" Frank yelled, standing up.

Sam looked up for a moment, raising his eyebrows.

"Okay..." Then he went back to cleaning the dishes.

Frank's entire face turned red, a vein bulging on his neck, similar to the way his coach had looked.

"Frank. I think it's time to go to sleep." I told him.

"I DON'T NEED A BED TIME!" He screamed at me, throwing the can of beans across the room.

"Woah Mr. Football star, calm down." Sam told him slowly.

Frank glared at me before stomping away. He punched the wall, creating a large hole.

"Hey!" Sam exclaimed.

"SHUT UP!" Frank yelled as he disappeared into the bedroom that Sam and I had been staying in.

It was a two bedroom, one bath, one kitchen, and a livingroom apartment after all. The kitchen anf living room weren't really separated by much, just a counter.

We would all probably be staying together in there, but knowing Sam, he would probably go sleep on the couch to avoid Frank.

Leaving me alone with the teen who had anger issues.

"Steve, what did we just do?" Sam asked me, walking over and taking Frank's place on the couch.

"Brought back an emotional kid that Courtney hates and no one wants to deal with." I told him bluntly.

"Wow, you really are in a bad mood. Never thought you'd let a teen get you down." Sam said, leaning back.

"It's not Frank that has me upset." I sighed.

"Courtney?"

"I don't know what we were thinking, trying to find out about Courtney's past, as if anything we found could actually do anything good." I said.

"Well, if her brother had been almost any other person, we might have found something good." Sam told me.

"What are we going to do with him?" I asked.

"If I wasn't for hydra, I'd tell you to toss him out. But what about Wakanda?"

I shook my head, "I don't want to ask them to deal with him."