Project X

Part 24

Steve got out of his car, he just pulled up onto the driveway of his modern ranch style house. He heard something rustle the bushes that were growing in front of the porch. "It's probably just an animal," he thought, but when he rounded the corner he saw what happened. 

The whole side of his house was graffiti. A large painting of Captain America was now covering the dark gray bluish siding. Along with the captain, a large red circle was drawn around him with vulgar sentences painted through it. 

Steve stood there speechless, his amazement turned to fury. Out of the corner of his eye he saw two teen boys run away. Steve began to case after them. Luckily he knew his way around these parts better than them.He easily grabbed one of the boys by the collar of his black hoodie. The other one looked back but kept running. "Do you want to explain yourself?"Steve asked, trying to stay calm.

 The teenage boy spit at him in the face and said in disgust, "You don't deserve anything. You are ruining the world, and you killed my father." Steve dropped the boy and wiped his face. As soon as he left the spray painter dashed away. Steve stared saldy at the way the boy ran. He calmly walked back to his house. 

When Steve opened the door he expected to see Sarah's smile or hear his daughter's laugh, but the only thing echoing throughout the house was dead silence. He felt confused over Sharon and everything that's happening to his family and the avengers. He knew he had to let go of Sharon and stop dwelling on Sarah twenty-four seven, but the achieving that was impossible. Steve grabbed a brush and a bucket filled with water and soap from the garage. He walked to the large painting on the side of his house and started scrubbing.

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A few days after Sarah was introduced to all the variety of knives, she stared at the small technical blades that she had showcased in her room for her enjoyment to see and explore. She delicately picked up a blade which was designed to electrocute who or what is gashed into. The shuriken didn't seem any different from the normal ones, just a small wire running down the middle. 

Sarah lightly set the knife down onto the velvet that lined the inside of a metal box. Next she picked up one that was almost like a hand grenade but a blade. After she looked over a few blades Sarah heard a voice on the tablet latched to the wall, whom she named Charlie.

 "Your clothing for the dinner meeting with the President is being brought in in five minutes," the computer voice said. She thought about it for a minute, "A dinner with the president. If I stayed with the Avengers I definitely wouldn't be able to do this." 

Just then an employee came in holding a garment bag where Sarah thought the dress was held. More employees followed after her most likely to be for hair and makeup. The lady holding the bag unzipped the zipper and pulled out a simple but stunning maroon silk ball-gown type dress.

 "Woah," she said in awe staring at the clothing in front of her. Sarah was sitting down in her large bathroom in front of a bright vanity mirror. Ladies hustled around her, messing with her hair and added make-up to her face. After she was put in the large gown, diamond earrings were added to her ears and a diamond necklace fastened around her neck. Sarah looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her golden hair was perfectly straight with pieces around her face pulled back and pinned above her ear. "I look like a princess," she said chuckling, "I don't think I like it." 

Ms. Carter then walked in. "You look very beautiful and it's only for one night," she said smiling. Ms. Carter was wearing a tight bodycon black dress. Her blond hair was curled in loose curls around her face. Sarah somewhat smiled back. "How are we going to make it to Washington D.C?" Sarah asked and let a lady put black heels on her feet.

 "We have a private jet waiting for us," Ms. Carter answered. "Oh how useful," Sara snickered. She walked out near where she kept different firearms and her knives just in case. 

"I should probably bring a revolver just in case," she said fingering the gun. Ms.Carter laughed and said, "You are not going to need it. We have plenty of security." Sara sighed and put the revolver back. "You look gorgeous, Ms Sarah," the computer, Charlie, said. Sarah laughed and said sarcastically, "Wouldn't you know." 

Ms. Carter and Sarah made their way out to the launching pad where their private jet was waiting to take them to the White House. She saw Felix standing next to the stairs up to the plain. He was wearing a very sharp black tuxedo. He looked Ms. Carter over and said, "You look uh very beautiful Carter." She smiled playfully and said, jokingly, "Oh shut your mouth Felix." They climbed aboard the jet.

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Peter had on his Spiderman suit under his clothes. Earlier he saw on the news the President was supposed to have a meeting with an organization called PLEA. "What better way to see Sarah then at the white house," he thought to himself.

 Peter didn't know if he was ready to see her this way, and nobody at headquarters would let him spy on her so he would have to do it without them knowing. Peter knew he would never fully heal over what happened but he held onto the hope that the scientist at headquarters lab will find a way to reverse whatever was injected into Sarah. 

Peter lied to his aunt May and Mr. Stark, saying that he was going to a school activity in D.C. He felt bad for lying but knew he couldn't have gone if he asked for permission. To make him more guilty Mr.Stark made him take two hundred dollars he offered for bus fare and anything else he might need. Peter walked up to the ticket counter. 

"A single ticket to D.C please," he said to the man behind the glass wall. "That will be thirty-five dollars and will need identification," the worker said, waiting for the materials he asked for. Peter fished out a fifty dollar bill and his school I.D. 

"A Mr. Peter Parker, so why are you going to D.C?" the clerk said. Peter didn't answer because he was too wrapped in what was on the TV. "Our friendly neighborhood Spider-Man hasn't been seen in over two weeks. Does it have to do with the government being an Avenger?," the pronouncer declared. 

The man noticed. "I guess even Spiderman likes to take a break," he chuckled, "probably girl problems." Peter nervously laughed then frowned. "Yeah probably girl problems," he said. 

The clerk grabbed a ticket the computer printed off and headed it to Peter. "Thank you," Peter added and left towards the waiting area.