Author's Note:
Spotify song list for this chapter:
1. Saint Hotel- Cold Cold Man
2. Little Simz- Venom
3. Arctic Monkeys- Do I wanna know?
4. Woodkid- Run boy Run
5. The Tech Thieves- Fake
Warnings:
cursing, violence, blood
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Ivy's POV
Last night drinking with girls was a good idea at the beginning, but it got to the point where Wanda and Minnie tapped out from more drinking and went home. Which left me and Nat in the bar, taking shots, playing pool, just having a great time together. But the more we drank, the more guys came up to us, thinking they had a chance to pick us up, which made our evening even more so fun. We declined all the offers to buy us drinks, because we didn't want to give them any reason to claim anything from us later. We started to be fed up with all those pick up attempts, so we decided to call it a night. We came back to my apartment, buying some beer on the way back home. We collapsed on my couch in the living room, with beer in our hands and the conversation went slightly in a different direction.
"Ivy, can ask you something more private?" She rested her head on my shoulder.
"You're gonna do it either way, so ask away." I chuckled.
"Did you ever consider choosing the path of working in a government agency or maybe for S.H.I.E.L.D. like your parents? Since they taught you everything..."
"I did, once..." I responded after a long pause. "When my parents were still alive I did consider I'll do it at some point in my life. At the beginning I thought I'll do it to make them proud, but then I really took some time to contemplate all pros and cons of it, you know? I didn't want to do it so they'll be happy, I wanted to do it so I can be happy, and feel like I fulfilled my dreams. But then the accident happened and I was so devastated. I didn't want to have any connection with my "previous" life. That's why I moved to New York, started my little business."
She hummed and nodded her head in an understanding way.
"Why do you ask?" I sipped my beer.
"No reason." She shrugged.
"Yeah, right." I scoffed. "Come on, tell me what's running on your head."
"Well, I thought..." She took a sip of her beer. "You could be a great addition to our team. I saw a couple of your moves and I know the working history of your parents, so I'm sure they taught you excellently."
"No, don't even think about it!" I shook my head and stood up, pointing my beer at her. "That's never gonna happen. I'm not gonna be part of The Avengers team, no chance. I'm kinda a lone wolf in that type of stuff, you know? Besides, why are we even talking about my skills and potential coming back? It's out of the question. This is my life now and let's keep it that way, ok?"
"Ok, fair enough. It was just a loose thought." She rolled her eyes.
"And it'll be just a thought, nothing more..."
We spend the rest of the night talking about Nat's funny moments on The Avengers missions, my weird projects. We ate some ice creams, finished another two bottles of beer and finally went to bed.
Back to the currect moment, I woke up with a huge headache and hangover, hearing a buzzing noise. Nat stayed at my place and we both crashed in my bed, Nat snoring quietly. I reached over to pick up the phone from the nightstand.
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FanfictionIvy Jones is a freelance photographer. She has her life sorted out but one day she's given an opportunity to become a photographer for a new project for the Avengers, having unpleasant encounter with a handsome man on a bike in the meantime. And sin...
