Special Touch Part: Two

Chapter Eight

"First you pick a color..."

You and Peter were hanging out at the dining table as the others discussed what was going to happen nearby, so you were showing him an old game you used to play with your friends when you were younger.

It reminded you to check in with Cory and Val, so you sent a quick text to the group chat, letting them know you were safe and to basically not believe anything they heard about you. Oh, and you also thanked them for housesitting since they were already caring for Ollie.

You really owed those lil gumdrops so much.

Your phone has been lighting up with notifications since.

"Oh, I get it," He chuckled with a nod, "This is pretty cool."

"So, if they come..." Steve trailed off tilting his head quick with his eyes on Tony who finished the thought with,

"We fight."

"Uh, what?" You spoke up, turning to face them, "You're kidding, right?"

"What? You don't think we can take those pencil pushers?" Bucky shot back defensively.

"I'm sure you can take those professionally trained in combat agents," You emphasized because you knew Maria was a high ranking one, but she still had the title, along with Natasha, "But you're not going to fight them just because they're coming after me. That's stupid and bloody for no reason."

"What do you suggest we do, then?" Steve crossed his arms, cocking an eyebrow, and silently praying you'd actually say something useful.

"I think," You looked back to the paper in your hands, shuffling it a bit as you spoke, "You guys should go back to the tower, business casual, and just let me...flee."
You grimaced at the last part and literally everyone in the room, except Hill, stepped forward with something to say, but you pointed to her before they could.

"Maria," You narrowed your eyes on the agent with a small glint in them, "I know you know I'm right or at least close, so please, reason with these buffoons."

"What?" Natasha snapped angrily at the agent who had literally said nothing, "You agree with her? You want her to disappear? Are you fucking insane?"

"Nat-" You tried, but she wasn't having it.

"No! That's fucking ridiculous!"

"I agree with Romanoff." Steve nodded.

"Yeah, being on the run is not fun," Sam shook his head, "We'd never get to see you, you'd be constantly moving, and they'd never stop hunting for you."

"It's a death sentence," Bucky shrugged, "Just dragged out."

You sighed and then glanced up at a fuming Natasha.

"So, what's the alternative?" You raised your eyebrows, eyes still on her because she had rehashed her part in it to you, hating how she was torn both ways, and you knew she wouldn't want what you were offering, "Civil war™ 2.0?" You then looked around at the rest, "Because we all know how that one went," Bucky opened his mouth and you cut in before he could speak, "Horrible. The answer is horrible."

He clamped his mouth shut and nodded shamefully, Tony's eyes burning into the back of his head, waiting for that argument while Steve shifted in his place.

"It was," Natasha spoke up, "But I have an idea."

"Yeah?" Happy asked her, sounding hopeful, "What is it?"

"And does it involve jet skiing in last year's Halloween costumes?" You wiggled your eyebrows, "Because that's something I've been meaning to ask Tony about setting up."