Viper : Enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 37: French Lessons

*Disclaimer* Some R language, but not nearly as bad as the last time I put this at the beginning. 

Chapter 37: French Lessons

"I can't believe you lied on your SHIELD file!"

"Say it a little louder, I don't think all of New York heard you." I say sternly towards Peter, gesturing to my window.

"I'm sorry, Jade. But this is serious. How did you manage to leave Luc out of your profile?" Peter says, calming down.

"How did I manage to not tell you for a year and a half?" I rebuttal as he continues to pace my room.

"Fair point, but Jade this is serious! If Fury finds out-"

"He's not gonna find out. After I tell everyone about Luc, I'll go back to my file and fix it. Files change all the time, Fury won't notice." I cut Peter off.

"And when are you planning on telling everyone?" Peter says, stopping in front of me.

"I don't know, when I feel like it. It's my life, Peter, why do you care if they know about it?"

"Because whether you like it or not, they're apart of it and deserve to know."

"You're right, maybe they should know, but..."

"But what, Jade!?"

"But maybe I don't want them to know!" I shout at Peter. "Luc is the one thing I have that they don't know about now! You and him are my weaknesses and with you... I can protect you. I don't even know if Luc is alive and that thought kills me! I don't want them to know that one of my biggest weaknesses is a man I was in love with. I don't want them looking at me like I'm some wounded animal." After finishing my little rant, Peter opens his arms.

"Alright c'mere Peeta." I walk into his embrace, burying my head in his chest. "I'm sorry for upsetting you."

"You didn't, I upset myself." I say turning my head.

"You know there is a pool here. You could go relax down there, if you want? Did you pack a swimsuit?" Peter asks.

I pull back and say, "Yes, and that sounds wonderful."

"Yeah, 78th floor." Peter says looking down at me.

"Merci, Tigre." I say. Peter's face seems to falter slightly, so I look at him concerned. "What?"

"Nothing." He rushes out. "You just haven't called me that in a while. You also haven't talked to me in French for a while either." Peter says, almost blushing.

"Eh bien, tu es mon petit tigre. Je devrais vous parler plus en Français?" I reply to Peter.

He thinks for a moment before looking back at me. "Okay, if you said what I think you said... I'm not little, and... Yes...? But only with thinks you know, I know." Peter finishes, not so confidently, pointing to first me, then himself. I chuckle at him, but give him a small applause for translating correctly.

"Very good. I'm happy to know the hours of teaching you French didn't go to waste." I say walking around Peter to my closet.

He runs after me saying, "Uh, Jade, just to clarify, but... what exactly did you say?" He throws me a sheepish smile while I grab my swimsuit.

I smile at him saying, "Well, you are my little tiger. Should I speak to you more in French?"

"Oh, cool. So I did get it right." Peter says, his smile growing into a pleased one.