And they called it Bucky Love

Part 9 - The Shock Factor!

Now,  based on my ramblings on in the previous chapter, you might have expected that my reaction was going to go something along these lines: "Tony! Wow! Thank you so much! I love you – you're the greatest!"

Unfortunately – it wasn't.

I laughed.     Yep, you heard me right.     I laughed.

And I'm not talking a little girly giggle here – I'm talking proper belly up laughing, to the point that I possibly sounded a little hysterical. The sheer ridiculousness of Tony's last statement to me was just too much and I don't think I was able to really process it fully, and so, I laughed. It was my escape clause.

Tony didn't appear to be impressed however.     I noticed this when I finally came up for air and managed to slow my guffaws to mere snorting.

He was giving me the look.

Then, like Thors' Hammer hitting me in the gut, I realized that he was being serious and I jolted out of my reverie as quickly as a rat up a drainpipe.

"You're serious?"

"You're fucking serious!?"

"No way! No FUCKING way!"

I'm not sure Tony or Steve had ever heard me swear before, and although I usually don't, right now, the words just flowed from me like shit off a shovel.

"No – Tony – tell me you're joking – I mean –come on - this is a joke right?" Now I was pleading. "Right?"

Tony looked as me as though I'd just told him I wanted to marry him and have his babies and simply said "No, it's not a joke, and yes, I am serious. You're going – we leave in two hours".

Fuck.

I suddenly realized that the one person who hadn't contributed to this rant so far was Steve.

I glanced over at him. He was actually looking slightly sheepish for once (not a good look – trust me).

"You – did you know about this?" I asked him – looking for some sort of acknowledgement in his eyes that this was the first he'd heard of it

"Did you?????!!" I screeched in a really high pitched voice.

"Look, Magpie – if we'd told you earlier - "

I cut him off before he could get any further, "Don't call me fucking Magpie!"

I was hurt. So I did what I do best when I'm feeling like that, I turned and stomped out the room in the biggest hissy fit I'd ever had.

I went straight to the rest room to ponder over what I'd just been told and try to calm myself down.

Now listen, I know you're probably a little confused here. After all, wasn't I the one who'd said how jealous I was cos I wasn't going to Romania with the others, etc etc?

Yeah, well, see,   here's the thing.     I said that purely because I didn't think I ever WAS going.     It's easy to get all stroppy about something when you think it's a moot point,    but now I'd found out that I was going to the darkest wilds of Europe somewhere, with a bunch of super heroes, to rescue a man I'm in love with but never seen in the flesh - it was a totally different kettle of fish.

So yeah, excuse me, but I was a tad freaked out!

I'll also freely admit that I was nearly pooping my pants with fear. I mean, I'm hardly Supergirl am I. I've never been to a gym in my life and I swear I'm allergic to spandex. So you can see why I was bricking it so much.

I splashed some water over my face and looked at myself in the mirror.

Tony Tony Tony......What were you thinking?     I mean – he seriously wants me there with the Glam Squad – sorry – Avengers?     What does he expect me to do – run after them with a Kleenex? FFS, I'll be as much use as a chocolate teapot!

I realized I was starting to sound irrational again and ever so slightly like I was on speed, so I forced myself to take a breath and try to think about it logically. I went and sat on a toilet seat and made a list in my head:

Reason one – Okay, so I do tech stuff – they'll need to be updated all the time, and Tony likes me (I think).

Reason two – I did do a lot of the research. Maybe Tony thinks I'd enjoy the sites of Europe?

Reason three – He's just being nice? No – scrap that one straight away – idiot.

Reason four – He's utterly bonkers, hates my guts and is secretly hoping that I'll meet a tragic and gory end and he can dispose of the body without too much fuss (cue thinking too much about the Hostel films).

After deciding that reason four was probably a little too over the top, even for Tony, I decided that reason one was the only logical choice.

And so, that seemed to be it. The decision was made. I was going to Romania in two hours, like it or not!