Rainbow Stripes

one

"It's going down, fade to Blackstreet

The homies got RB, collab' creations

Bump like Acne, no doubt

I put it down, never slouch

As long as my credit can vouch

A dog couldn't catch me straight up

Tell me who can stop when Dre making moves,

Attracting honeys like a magnet

Giving 'em eargasms with my mellow accent

Still moving this flavour

With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy

The original rump shakers -"

Emma Hunt's headphones were rudely ejected from her ears as she was just about to belch out the chorus of the song. She glared at the culprit, fixing him with her icy glare. Unfortunately for her, Deputy Ryan was well acquainted with her glares; he usually interrupted her mid-song, and stood there unfazed.

"I was getting to the best part!"

"You were screeching like a banshee." He retorted.

"The interrogation room is soundproof! And it's impossible for me to sound like a banshee, I was rapping, not hitting a high note."

"You left the door open! And you if there's anyone who can accomplish impossible feats, it's you Emma."

She fumed, snatching her headphones out of his hands. "Get the hell out of here, Ryan. I'm trying to do my homework."

"You're going to get no work done if you continue listening to that disgusting rap."

Her face contorted in anger. "'No Diggity' is a legendary song. And au contraire, music actually helps me focus. The only thing stopping me from doing my homework right now is you. So get lost."

Without wasting another second, the Deputy exited the room, closing the door behind him. Emma was about to put her headphones on, but then decided against it, playing the rest of the song on full speaker. The acoustics in the room were amazing anyways.

Emma continued doing her Maths homework, waiting for her father, the county Sheriff, to return to the station so that she could get her car keys, which he had mistakenly taken with him when he left to investigate a case. She could've been at home, watching Jessica Jones, but no, he had to be in a rush and had to take her keys with him. And now she was left here, at the station, alone with the world's most despicable deputy, doing her homework.

Life couldn't get worse than that.

She was completely lost in attempting the question, her surroundings drowned in the music, that she hadn't realized that someone was calling out her name. She looked up to see her father standing in the doorway, looking at her with an expression that was a mixture between exasperation and accusation. She quickly paused the song and said, "I didn't do it!"

Richard Hunt now gave her a confused look. "I didn't say you did." After a pause, he asked warily, "What did you do?"

"Nothing." She replied a little too quickly. Richard raised an eyebrow. "Seriously Dad, I didn't. The look on your face made me think I had done something."

"What are you still doing here? It's almost ten o'clock."

"You took my car keys with you in a hurry." Confusion clouded his face, and he patted his pockets. Sure enough, her key chain, a chain of iron attached to Captain America's shield, emerged out of her father's back pocket. Richard gave her a sheepish smile, which Emma returned with a pointed look and an outreached hand. Her father dropped the keys into her hand, and Emma began to pick up her stuff.

As she fit everything into her backpack, she turned towards her father. Just when she was about to say goodbye, she saw a lean figure standing outside the doorway of the room.