RETURN || SCOTT MCCALL [1]

>>FOUR<<

CHAPTER FOUR || NERVES

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"WOULD YOU SIT STILL?  You're shaking the entire bench."

I pause in my obvious leg bobbing, sending a glare with no venom to the boy sitting next to me. "Sorry, I'm just..."

"Nervous?" he supplies, and I scowl.

"Nope. Indi Dunbar is never nervous." I scoff, turning my attention back to the field in front of me, vacant since the game hasn't even started yet.

"Uh huh." He raises a skeptical eyebrow at me, no doubt reading my clearly nervous if not anxious state before slipping his hand into mine, an action that never ceases to soothe me. "Everything is okay." he tries to assure me.

I spin to face him, eyes blazing, dislodging our entwined hands in the process. "Okay?! Okay?! Nothing about this is okay!" My voice drops ten octaves into a low whisper. "We're on a Deadpool, Scott, and worth millions of dollars, an assassin is targeting one of you on the field tonight, and not to mention, my brother's old school is back with a vengeance, threatening to quote unquote, 'Break him in half out there.' Oh, and let's not forget that there's an actual teenage assassin targeting one of you on the field tonight!"

Scott is silent for a minute. "Pretty sure you said that last one twice." he mutters weakly, and my scowl deepens.

"Shut up, Scott." I growl, turning to face the field once again.

His face softens, knowing all too annoyingly well this facade was only to cover the real feel. "Indi, come on- where's that positive attitude from before, huh?" He nudges my shoulder. "What happened to, 'we're taking one of them down tonight?' Where's the confidence, and determination?"

"It was misplaced." I grumbled, and Scott rolled his eyes.

"Look, we know something is going to down tonight. There's no denying the inevitable." Scott's voice was low and gentle, soothing as per usual, which would irk me if it wasn't so soothing. "But that's alright, because we're going to get through this, Indi Dunbar, like we always have. Like we always will."

Something was familiar and deja vu like about the words, as if I'd heard them countless times before but I couldn't place where. The only thing that stuck, though, was the way my name- my full name because it was our thing, Scott McCall and I, to call one another by our full names- and the way it slipped smoothly off his tongue in a low murmur.

And he was right. Compared to everything we've been through, an assassin- hell even the Deadpool- was a walk through the park.

"Right, Indi?"