Ghost

Chapter Seventy Nine

                                  Spencer's POV

        We somehow survived girls day long enough to make it to the meeting with fury and the rest of the team.

        Yes, some of us were still quite drunk. And yes, I am one of those people.

       But we were ready nonetheless. It'll just make this a little easier on my end. We're just chatting while we wait for Fury, currently.

     "No, Lena, you have no clue what you are talking about. I would definitely be a captain of my own ship. People would fear the Ghost far and wide," I state triumphantly.

      Those that had been drinking with me, all got a kick out of this. The men that were absent for the movie were just confused.

      "Fine. But could I at least be your mister Gibbs?" Yelena asks me.

     "Of course!" I agree.

     "Woah wait, who would that make me? Jack doesn't have a love interest?" Nat asks.

      "Ah sorry, love. A pirates life isn't for everyone," I wink and then wiggle my eyebrows at her.

    She gives me a little glare, but I can see the corners of her mouth turn up.

      "Oh? Okay. I guess I'll find my love on shore then.."

      "Like hell you will!" I declare. "I never said I was Jack Sparrow. No, I am my own captain. Yelena will just be my right hand woman. You, my love, would be my wife. You'd look ravishing in Elizabeths pirate get up.. even better taking them off.. and I could show you all of my tricks.." I slowly get closer to her as I speak, watching as the blush forms on her face.

    I see the goosebumps take over her skin and I smirk at the sight, already envisioning her as a pirate and all of the ways I could get to her treasure..

    And that's when Fury finally walked in. Followed by Maria and Valkyrie.

   They find seats with us as he walks up to the front of the room, clearing his throat to get our attention. As if him walking into the room didn't catch our attention already. Okay, it didn't grab mine. I was still very focused on Natasha and how she was melting under my gaze.

       "Spencer!" This time Fury's stern voice brought my eyes to meet his.. eye. This dude only has one eye?

      "Holy fuck. You do know a pirate!" I blurt out.

       He can still give a really intimidating stare with his one eye. Can't imagine how it was when he had two.

       Nat gives a swift, but fair, slap to my arm, drawing my attention to her. Her gaze was enough to let me know I needed to shut the hell up.

       "Is she drunk? Please tell me she's drunk," Fury says.

       I raise my hand and answer at the same time, "that is my fault, sir. I may have had a few drinks. You see we were having a girls day and I.."

      "I don't need the story. You knew we were having a meeting, yes? And you decided to get drunk?"

      "Well, I.."

      "It's not her fault," Carol says.

      "Yeah, we were all drinking and I think she was nervous," Wanda adds.

      "I mean, she did have to talk about her past. I would have gotten drunk too," Hope pipes up.

     "And I may have kept feeding her shots of rum.. she was being a pirate! It was hilarious!" Valkyrie admits once Nat and Yelena give her a look.