"No thank you."
"Why?"
"Because I hate him."
"He's the only one who offered that's qualified," Tony shrugged with his hands in his pockets, "So, it's either that or prison."
"You think that's a threat, but I see it as an opportunity."
"Except," He smirked, lifting his finger, "We all know what you can do, to an extent, so imagine what kind of prison that'd be."
"Dammit." You muttered under your breath.
"Take the offer, don't be a dumbass," He told you plainly as he left, "And he's annoying as hell, but he kinda grows on you."
"I don't buy that!"
"He'll be here in ten!" He shouted back, already halfway down the hall.
It's been two weeks since you first arrived here and, in that time, you've stayed to yourself as much as you could. You come out to eat, make small talk when you have to, and only enjoy the company of the spider because he's soft and the kid knows good movies. Some woman named Carol came by a few times and you two got along, but she never stayed for more than a few hours because she was rarely needed on earth.
At this point she was probably the closest thing you had to a friend, no matter how sad that sounds.
You didn't grow up with many friends anyway, always being seen as the freak or loner, and you became comfortable with that after a bit, not expecting much else. The ones you did let close, besides your brother, always ended up using you anyway, so getting stabbed in the back both literally and figuratively, wasn't something you cared to relive.
Steve sauntered in with a small smile across his face and you glared at him until he was only about fifteen feet away, crossing his arms. When you refused to say anything, he gave you some eyebrows of disappointment and let out a sigh.
"The silent treatment?" He guessed and you barely shrugged, "Fine, it's five miles today."
"I don't run."
"I've seen you on the treadmill plenty of times," He argued, obviously not taking no for an answer, "You can run, and you will because I said so."
"Do you always have a stick up your ass?"
"You did shoot me."
"Oh my god," You groaned, walking by him to the elevators, "One little bullet and suddenly we can't be friends?" You pouted sarcastically, "Steven, I'm hurt."
"I couldn't train for three days!" He whined and you rolled your eyes when he stood next to you after pressing the ground floor, but you didn't miss how the guard side glanced you both.
"And it looks like you lost so much because of that," You poked his arm and then raised your hands when the guard lifted his gun in warning, "Easy there, tiger! My bad, we cool."
He lowered it with a grumble and Steve smirked amusedly before the doors dinged open. The two of you stepped out and you tightened your gloves before reaching the exit door. He noticed your shift in attitude, so he asked,
"You okay?"
"Haven't been outside in weeks!" You yelled dramatically, drawing some eyes from the lobby, "Do you think it remembers me or did it find another?"
He shook his head in annoyance or, more likely, embarrassment, and pushed the door open, leading you across the street. You swung your arms out, enjoying the sun on your skin and the fresh air flooding your senses. He took you to the park nearby and started to stretch while you just stood there waiting.
