Ghost

Chapter Thirty Two

Spencer's POV

   The Ghosts' death was all over the news. Sure I was under the radar, but I was still a known criminal. So I guess my death warranted some celebration? Glad I would no longer terrorize people or threaten their way of life. In a way I'm glad too, and I celebrated with them.

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   It's been a month since my 'death' and Yelena is about to leave for a mission. Now I will truly be bored to death. Ha.

   But for real, without my side job I'll really have to dig deep into some of these hobbies of mine.

   It sounds like I mind, but I don't. It's so nice to be normal for once. (You know what I mean). All my adversaries think I'm gone. Now I can sit back and enjoy the simple things; learning a new language and instrument, broadening my cooking skills, homing in my new tattoo technique. Or, hell, just be a twenty something year old woman that gets to breath again. Whatever that really means, I'm embracing it. Because damn does it feel good. New and weird and scary, but mostly good. Also, fighting. Just in case.

   Yelena is worried about me being alone. It's cute that she's protective, even knowing I'm.. I was, the Ghost.

   "I got it!" Her exclamation brings me crashing back to the real world. "Why don't you just come with me?!"

   I laugh at her obvious joke until I see that she never changed her excited I - figured - it - all - out face.

   "Wait, what?" Cause why?

   "Yes, it's perfect. That way you aren't here board, you can keep up your skills and you get to do some good. Hell, maybe you could even be an agent one day!"

   I appreciate her excitement but I'm going to be the bearer of bad news here, "Yelena I don't work for Fury. I could never work for him. He starts asking about my past and what? I tell him I was at sea or all my papers showing who I am were ruined in a flood? Then I seem like I'm a.. ghost. It'd only be a little too obvious."

   She deflated a little which I hate. I don't ever like to bring her down. She scrunches her eyebrows together, I'm sure tying to think of a way around what I said.

   "Ahah!" Apparently she did. "You can work along side me and Fury never has to know. You can choose to go to whatever ones you want, no strings attached."

   I laugh but I'm actually considering it? "You really think Fury wouldn't catch on?"

   Once again she takes a moment before she answers me, "I don't see why he should. He has no reason to be suspicious. And I'm amazing at my job so it's not like he expects me to need help. The times he wants me to work with someone else, you sit out. It would be nice to have company though. And to know someone has my back out there." The hopefulness in her voice breaks me, she knows what she's doing.

   "Okay. I'll go on this one to see how it goes, but I'm making no promises here. Maybe I was looking forward to having the house to myself. I could play my violin as much as I want."

   "It would be nice for you to get better at that," she deadpans.

   "Ouch. That's just cruel."

   "Listening to you attempt to learn to play violin is cruel. My ears are still young and they've been though so much torture."

   "That's it, I'm not going," I huff out, turning to leave the room.

   She quickly steps in front of the door. "Okay, I'm sorry. You are getting better. But come on, you seriously expect me to believe that's all you want to do? That there isn't some small part of you that wants to be out there kicking ass again? And for better reasons?"