It's been a while, hasn't it?
I swirled my hips as the sound from Stark's speakers in his room blared AC/DC's song, "If You Want Blood". This was one of the many bright sides to having Stark in the room right next to your own. The down side was when he and Pepper, or another woman, got a little busy and freaky. Sometimes, I swore Sam had sex in Tony's room just for kicks and giggles.
Ever since Bruce disappeared, I had become bored. I was a scientist, although not Bruce's kind, and the mad scientist and I were always engaging each other. He dealt with formulas and experiments while I was more observant and a recorder. I was an animal behavioralist so you could probably guess why I was so intrigued by Bruce Banner. In more perfect terms, you could see how intrigued I was by the Hulk.
The fact that my theory about Natasha calming the Hulk down with a repetitive and non disturbed pattern actually worked, showed how much time I spent with Bruce and studied his behavior as the Hulk. I wasn't just part of the Avengers, I helped them with their own problems. I had more than made up for my betrayal at this point.
My door opened as I was halfway through getting dressed. My dancing movements froze. I had nothing on my upper half with an exception of a white scar on my skin but my lower half was covered by skinny jeans and grey Toms Del Rey tennis shoes without socks. My arms automatically covered my chest and Stark's eyes went wide before slamming the door again. "I told you to lock this damn door!"
I shouted back over the song, "And I told you to always knock!" Locking the door was not going to keep Tony Stark or Clint Barton out of my room when they wanted in it. Not even Natasha Romanoff would be stopped by the door. Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson, however, would be stopped. They were the only two that knew the definition of closed doors and keep out.
"Hurry up! You're my date to this event for a reason! And I bought you a dress!" In further retaliation, he turned the music off in his room.
I practically growled at him. So, he and Pepper had a little argument and he was using me to try and speak with her at the event. I was his little playing chip. Trust me, I said no originally but upon being threatened by him taking away my private desktop and locking all the lab doors, I asked how high he wanted me to jump.
Now, I knew I should have just lived like an average human being or became the hermit I was in college.
I pulled my jeans and sneakers back off and moved to the walk in closet that was a very generous upgrade from any other closet I had access to in the past. A loose floorboard under the carpet that I knocked loose creaked as I walked on it through the closet door frame.
I rolled my eyes at it because it was in that exact spot I jumped from the vent, nearly five feet above the closet door, to the ground after hiding from Clint and Sam due to a brilliant prank I pulled. Itching powder was magnificent.
The black dress Tony bought for me was floor length. It flowed from the waist down but from the waist up, Tony had made sure it fit my figure. The sleeves were thin on my shoulders and a tight high collar prevented me from wearing the necklace of emeralds I originally planned to wear.
Creeeeaaaaakkkkkkk!
My neck nearly broke trying to swivel around. A large, cold hand clamped over my mouth and pressed me into my assailant's clothed chest. His other taut arm grabbed my right hand and then my left to keep me from escaping him.
Whoever it was knew my power.
I squirmed and tried to buck forward but a low chuckle ran my blood cold with ice. "You can't escape me."
