Broken And Scarred

Dance, Duolingo and Jokes"

Swearing, this might be a crackfic so enjoy and depressing shit.

Aurora's POV

I slip into the darkness. Away from it. 

"Heyyy FRIDAY? Is there a dance studio in this building?"  

"Yes there is. Would you like me to direct you to it?" Damn AIs are friendly. I'm still  unclear as to what happened in Sokovia but I feel like I don't wanna know. 

I follow the extremely specific instructions too... wow.  I look around and damn Daniel.  I walk to a dark corner and my toe shoes and headphones appear in my hands.

I quickly put my shoes and my headphones  on.  

"RAYA, play Battle Against A True Hero OST!" 

"Wow!" I stop dancing and feel my cheeks burn. I don't like dancing in front of others. 

"Um, hey-hey Nat." I stammer.

"What are you listening to?" 

I hand her my phone and she scrolls through my dancing playlist.

"Huh. Nice." 

"There you two are! We're getting takeout, what do you two want?" Sam yells.

"Food." Nat says, deadpanned.

"Same! Wow, we are so in sync!" I joke.

"Wow so funny." Nat glares and he flinches.

Such a queen.

"But seriously I don't care." 

He shrugs and leaves.

"So, where did you learn to dance?" Nat asks with a look of interest on her face.

"Red Room." I reply bluntly.

She flinches and I grimace.

"Yeah."

"HI MS NAT!" Jeez Pete, why are you so fucking loud?

"Hey паучок!" Nat replies, smiling. 

(паучок = baby spider)

"Why do you call him baby spider?" I ask confused as hell.

"Oh you speak Russian?" 

I nod. 

"Are you coming for dinner?" He asks.

Nat and I nod.

Nat's POV

Honestly the idiots I'm working with. I just spent a whole fucking hour listening to them argue about god knows what. I stopped paying attention about 10 minutes in.  Why I even show up at these fucking meetings, who knows.

As soon as the meeting/argument/chaos finishes, I leave.

Why I joined this team, I will never know. 

*sigh* 

I go down to the dance studio and see... Aurora? Huh, kid can dance, give her that.

We talk for a bit and then Peter, being Peter runs in.

She likes him, I'm gonna meddle as much as possible and set them up. 

I get it's mean, but the pair of them are the most oblivious people ever.

"Hey Nat... can I tell you a joke?" Aurora asks, smirking.

"*Sigh* Yes"

"Why do teens hang out in 3s?" She asks, grinning.

"Ugh why?"

"Because they *snicker* can't EVEN! Get it?" 

BRUH.

"That was the most terrible joke ever. Run" I growl.

"Oh shit!" She screeches and speeds off.

"Ms Nat, it makes sense though!" Pete remarks.

I sigh.

Aurora's POV

Damn, people just don't appreciate good comedy.

Honestly, I know worse jokes and I live off dark humor.

*Thud* 

*Inhuman screeches.* 

"What the FUCK?" I yell, dripping wet.

"Prank wars!" Clint yells.

"Sleep with one eye open Clint." I growl ominously.

I go to my room and dry off.

"I'm gonna kill someone." 

"I'm sorry, that is not allowed" I swear that scared me.

"No body, no crime." 

I go downstairs, plotting murder.

I already thought of 7 ways.

I know plenty more. But... I'm running out of places to hide the bodies.

"Do you know how to say Hide the body in Russian? I do!" Pietro yells.

"спрятать тело" I reply, without looking up. "Why?"

(спрятать тело = hide the body)

"What the fuck?" Bucky whispers.

"What? I know how to say hide the body in Russian and a lot of other languages. Plus, you did ask..." I awkwardly trail off, realising everyone's staring.

"It was a Duolingo joke." Peter helpfully says.

"What the hell is Duolingo?" 

"Evil." A resounding chorus of the words evil.

Well. Ok then.

"Don't worry, that's also a joke." Thank you Wanda.

I nod, confused.

"So what're we gonna do for dinner?" Tony asks, standing awfully close to Bruce.

Romance perhaps? 

I shrug and tune out everyone's answers.  

"Can you say kill the child in French? I can!" Someone says. Now, I don't know if it's a joke or not.

"tuer l'enfant" I reply, realising, shit that was a joke.

"It's a joke!" Tony yells.

"I'm still gonna say it in whatever language."