jackalope-- p. maximoff★

three.

              ♬= play music (no music in this chapter tho)

HARRIET PERCIVAL AMES BROWN IS...DEAD?

Harriet is floating and flopping in a dream, her movements slow and goopy, her surroundings blurred together.

She hears some muffled voices, but she's not sure whether they're in her head or outside her dream. She wouldn't be shocked if they were in her head. Her mom always called her a loon.

Wake up. Her body seems to tell her, trying to jolt her and open her eyelids. She wishes she could. Wake up. Harriet thinks she's in a vehicle. Everything is moving, she feels like she's moving. It's cold. 

It feels like an eternity until she actually wakes up, her head banging against a hard surface as she does so.

Harriet groans in pain, rubbing her head softly and blinking to adjust to the light.

"You've got to be shitting me."

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Bruce Banner smiles thinly. "No kidding, Jackalope." Harriet flinches at the nickname, still rubbing the spot where her head made an impact with the car roof. Am I really that tall now? Like a fucking basketball player.

"Don't call me that stupid nickname. My name is Harriet. Don't call me Harry either."

Bruce just nods. If nods could be sarcastic (she thinks they can be), then that would be. She narrows her eyes in return.

"Why the fuck am i in this car?" She snaps curtly, her eyes narrowing to slits. 'Did you drug me? Are you fucking insane?" Bruce doesn't seem to react, his face completely relaxed--which was an unusual occurrence for Bruce-- as he listens to her ramble. 

"Where are you taking me?" She says, her voice still containing the same brusque tone.

Bruce squints as if looking at a lab experiment through a microscope. "New York. It's for your own good, kid." Oh, how many times have I heard that from older adults?  She raises an eyebrow.

"For my own good? What's that about? How would you know what's good for me, after what happened--what might still be happening--to my mother?" Harriet growls, her hands tightly gripping the black leather seat that she was tightly strapped into, her seat belt digging into her collarbone.

Bruce replies smoothly, but she can hear his teeth grinding together.

"That's about the fact that you're in danger, and you need protection."

"I need protection? From what, exactly?"

"I can't tell you that."

"Of course you can't." Harriet groans again. Awesome. Shes going to a possibly remote location with a creepy old family friend who her mother hadn't seen in a year before she went missing.

Harriet Percival Ames Brown is far past pissed off.

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a/n: shorter chapter this time :) am updating as fast as possible tho ★

edit: uhhhh idk bisexuals unite

-m.d