I Think I'm Going Insane (An Avengers Story)

 Holy. Freaking. Shit.

Did I honestly just do that?

"Jason, I am so sorry!" I screamed, running over to my best friend as he laid on the ground.

"What the fuck was that?" he asked exasperated as I laid a hand on the side of his face.

"I have no clue, I am so sorry. Are you okay?" I asked, helping him situp.

"I think so, a little freaked out, but I think so." he said, looking at me strangley. "Have you been taking tae-kwon-do behind my back or something?" he asked curiously, looking me up and down.

"Like I have the time Jas, I barely even have time to see you anymore." I reminded him, and he rolled his eyes.

"You and your job, I swear." he muttered to himself, shaking his head as he looked at the ground. "You should just quit." he commented, looking at me hopefully.

"I can't, contract, remember?" I reminded him, and he sighed, looking at the ground again.

"Alright, fine. But help me up. I'm still not exactly sure what happened." he said, looking up at me.

"Niether am I, but let's just forget about it and go get some lunch, kay?" I asked and he nodded eagerly.

"Your pay." he shouted as he hopped up and I rolled my eyes as we strolled out of my 11th story apartment in New York City.

"Like you could afford to pay any way." I shot back as we got in the elevator.

"Hey, I'm not the playboy bunny around here." he snapped, and I slapped his arm.

"You know I don't like talking about it Jason." I scolded him as I looked at the few other buisness men in the elevator. They were all shooting me glances, and I wrapped my arms around my chest turning towards Jason.

"Claire, they probably all know who you are, I mean, you've been on the cover of Maxim, Playboy, GQ, Penthouse-"

"Shutup!" I whisper yelled at him as he listed off some of my modeling shoots. The other men in the elevator became very interested in my tight shorts and loose fitting cut off tanktop that tied by my belly-button, which showed the rather large crystal heart piercing I had gotten on my sixteenth birthday.

"Just let it go Claire, you have to get used to it." Jason commented, slinging his arm over my shoulders. I rolled my eyes, and silently thanked god when the elevator doors slid open. I grabbed Jason's hand and hurried out of the building, my gladiator clad feet dragging against the busy sidewalks of the city, my bag rubbing against my leg.

"Where do you want to eat?" I asked dropping his hand as we stopped at a crosswalk, waiting for our chance. Instead of waiting for the light to turn white, we weaved our way through the traffic, hopping onto the sidewalk on the other side.

"I'm in the mood for an all american cheeseburger." he said with a smile.

"So you want McDonald's?" I asked laughing, and he nodded his head. "Of course, when do you not? We could go anywhere in New York, and you choose McDonalds." I muttered to myself, shaking my head.

"Oh wait, isn't it bad for you to be seen eating junk food or something?" Jason asked as we walked into the closest McDonalds.

"Because all the anorexic girls will think I'm a liar? Please, I can eat whatever I want and still look this good." I joked, and he laughed, looking up at the board.

"I"ll take an angus deluxe combo meal." Jason told the guy behind the register. He turned to me and Jason laughed as his eyes bulged out of his head. He looked at me from head to toe, then swallowed hard.