Author's Note:
Spotify song list for this chapter:
1. Gorillaz- Clint Eastwood
2. Gorillaz- Feel Good
3. Doja Cat- Need to know
4. Doja Cat- Say so
Warnings:
cursing, violence, a little bit of smut? ;]
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Ivy's POV
"Rise and shine, sweetheart!" I felt a little tugs on my duvet.
"Mmmmph, no." I covered my head, yanking back the duvet.
"Come on, Ivy..." I heard Tony's muffled voice. "We have a lot of work to do today, so get up."
"No, let me sleep!" I whined.
"If you don't get up, I'm gonna ask Friday to play some hard-core metal songs, when they scream their lungs off." He warned me.
"Tony, it's 5 am!" I looked up at my phone. "So respectfully, fuck off."
"Watch your mouth, young lady!" He yanked out my duvet from me. "Fun is over, get up!"
"Tony, I'm not 12 and you're not my dad!" I groaned, getting up and strode off to the bathroom.
"But still, I do feel responsible for you now." He stated.
"Please don't." I said, brushing my teeth. "I understand it, but it's totally unnecessary."
"We'll see about that. Meet me in 15 in the kitchen. Wear something comfortable and sporty." And he walked out.
I quickly took a shower, changed into a pair of sweatpants, a sports bra and a jumper. I walked in the kitchen where I was met with Nat and Tony, sitting by the huge table and eating breakfast. I made myself a cup of coffee and sat beside them. Nat passed me a plate, which was filled with bacon, waffles and berries.
"So what's the plan for today?" I asked, sipping my coffee.
"We're gonna evaluate on how you manage with firearms, melee weapons. We're gonna put you in strength tests, atmospheric conditions, stress conditions. We would like to evaluate what kinds of fighting styles you know and etc." Tony recited.
"Fine, that could be fun." I nodded and took a bite of my bacon. "With whom I'm gonna fight?"
"Me." Nat smirked. "We'll go through different fighting styles."
"What about guns and melee weapons?" I furrowed my brows.
"You're gonna go with our expert." She put a devious look on her face. "Speaking of the devil..."
She motioned her head to the entrance of the kitchen and I saw Barnes. He headed to the fridge and took out strawberries and started chopping them, totally ignoring us.
"OH, hell no!" I hissed at Nat quietly. "Not gonna happen!"
"Am I missing something?" Tony asked, confused.
"No!" I said strongly at the same time with Nat, who said "A lot!"
"Does he even know? You know he won't do it." I spat.
"Well, he'll find out in a sec." Nat smirked viciously. "Bucky?"
He raised his head at her and raised a brow.
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THE FACADE
FanficIvy 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...
