The Mad Titan

Chapter 7-Brunch

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Jen's POV-

We walked back into the Tower and took the elevator down to the main dining room. I walked to the fridge and looked for some food. "JARVIS?" I said to the open air.

"He's down," Tony told me. "Got messed up during the war."

"The war?" I snorted. "Puh-lease. That was nothing." I brought out some eggs, milk, bacon, and sasuage. "Bacon or sasuage?" I asked the group.

Half said bacon while the other half said sasuage. I shrugged and procceeded to cook both. Tony sat down at one of the stools. "So what's up with you?" he asked me.

"What?" I responded, confused.

"Why do you seem to hate everyone but Hulk and Loki?" he explained.

"Dunno," I shrugged. "Guess I can relate to them."

Natasha snorted. "They're monsters," she sneered.

Loki blushed and looked down.

I grabbed a knife and lightning fast, I threw it. It skimmed her head and got stuck in the wood next to her. Everyone looked at the knife, Natasha, then me.

"What was that for?" she snarled.

"Next time you call them a monster, it goes into your skull," I told her calmly. I turned away from the stove and crossed my arms. "You know Nat, I like you. You're somewhat funny and the only girl apart from Hill in all this testosterone. But you shouldn't be calling anyone a monster."

She narrowed her eyes at me.

"I mean, that's rude. What on earth would your buddy Ivan* say?" I questioned with a smirk.

She growled and lept for my face. I brought another knife to her face. "No no," I snickered. "I'd hate to kill mostly innocent blood."

She took a breath and back away.

I turned back to the meat and slid it out of the pan onto a nearby plate. "Now, here's the meat. I'm going to start on the eggs," I told the group. They still looked somewhat stunned at the catfight that had just occured. I snapped my fingers and they 'woke up.'

They looked at the plate of food and made a grab for it. I grinned and started to work on the eggs. I finished the eggs and put down the plate. Once again, they dove for the plate. I grinned and strolled away.

"Hold up," Clint called, mouth full of food. "Where are you going?"

"Gotta find someone," I told them. "Maybe he can help."

"What are we to do?" Loki asked.

I sighed and walked back to them. "Continue to train. I'll be back in two weeks to see if you've improved. Tony, work with Hulk to see if Bruce and him can work more in sync," I instructed him. "Loki will be in charge. If there are any problems, call me," I handed him a piece of paper. "But only if the world's about to end. If it's some stupid villian, don't bother me." I went to the elevator and rode it to my room. As I was putting some final things in my bag, a certain super solider appeared in the doorframe. "Yes?" I asked.

"Can I come in?" he said quietly. I nodded sharply. "I just want to know one thing. Why do you hate Thor and me?" he wondered desperately.

I sighed and sat down on my bed. I patted the space next to me and when he sat down I turned to him. "I don't hate you." I told him simply.

He laughed. "Then why are you nice to everyone but Thor and me?"

"Well, I do hate that big oaf, but you...I have to admire you. Sure you're a blind, insesitive, idotic nerd, but you remind me of my father," I addmitted.

"Huh?" he said.

"You are kind and nice. Sure you're as straight as a flexi-ruler, but you're still alright."

"Wait, you think I'm gay?" he asked incredously.

I chuckled and rested my head on his shoulder. "I've seen the way you checked Tony's ass out as he left the room. Don't lie." He blushed and looked down at his lap. "Aww," I cooed. "Don't worry. Do me a favor and look up 'Tony Stark,' 'men,' and 'relationship.' You'll probably find some pleasing results," I smirked.

He nodded and I stood up. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"Same as before," I told him. "Gotta find someone. Convince him to help."

"Well, make it back in one piece," he pleaded of me.

I placed a kiss on his forehead. "As long as when I come back, you and Tony are getting some where," I said. I walked to the door and stopped. "Or have gotten somewhere," I tossed over my shoulder. "Use protection, doll face." I left the room, hearing Steve splutter.

"Off to find Deadpool," I muttered.

A/N-According to some fanfics, Ivan somebody was Natasha's mentor and the guy who introduced her to the Red Room.

If y'all have a problem with Steve being gay, then get over your faces.

Also, sorry that this chapter is a bit short. But it was more of a filler to be honest.