A New Avenger

Ch 7 Food

I woke up and my head was buzzing, what the hell did I do to it. I thought back to last night with Hawkeye and Natasha. I didn't like Natasha she was mean. Though she probably didn't know the mission was over. I sighed I was not going to guilt myself into forgiving her. Nope, well she did pity me. If I thought back to the last time I was awake, then I could probably have reacted better. It looked like I completed the test by luck. But I didn't. I groaned. Life is unfair. I felt the covers being pulled away. I frowned and gripped them. These are mine. I didn't get kicked into a wall for nothing. I felt a tug again, this time I tugged back. I heard a sigh and then there was a huge pull. I didn't let go, I was sleeping, why would someone even want to wake me up. I was pulled upside down. My legs were tangled in the cover and my hands were clutching the sheets. I was upside down. Some groaned and said, "She is definitely like tony on a hangover."

I flipped back onto the bed and sat up. I opened and rubbed my eyes the room slowly coming into focus. "Who the hell is Tony?" I said "and why exactly was I kicked into a wall?" I heard a chuckle. Then a deep throated laugh then there was like four guys laughing. I narrowed my eyes. The first guy who had started. Buckling was Hawkeye the guy from my training. The second one who had a deep throated laugh was a muscly hunk of a guy with a red cape and a hammer. The third was dressed in a suit of armor. Hawkeye was the one who had grabbed me.

I stared at them. "I'm hungry where is the food." They started laughing again. The armor guys laugh was robotic. "Fine goodbye then mean food buggers." I got up and walked to the door. I pressed the control panel. And a computerized woman's voice said. Access denied. I got angry I was trapped in here wasn't I Fury isn't all powerful he couldn't control me nope. He wanted me to stay in the hospital I was going to the food area where I could eat. Because I am hungry jeeze you would think that they would have dealt wig angry hungry people before. I grabbed the door Witt my mind and slammed it open. The laughter immediately died. I glanced at them "Are you getting food With me or not?" I walked out and smirked when I heard scrabbling feet behind me.

"So why are you guys even hanging around me? I mean like I'm not even a fugitive or illegal." I looked back at them suit guy answered "We have been assigned to watch you." "Actually Tony" one guy said. "Me and the agent Hawkeye have been assigned to watch her you are just tagging along because you have no other task." I smirked "so we have the knight in red armor, the hand man with a hammer. Then there is Hawkeye." They gave me funny looks except that knights facial expression didn't really change just that he liked tilted his face to the side.

"Knight? really I get where you got handy man from I mean the guy has a hammer, but seriously, why knight?" I looked at him with my lip curled in disbelief. "Have you just conveniently forgotten the fact that you are wearing armor, I mean really even your voice sounds like a robot."

I walked down the hallway and opened a door with my mind again. I'm just done with the access denied shite. So really I walked over to the person behind the counter and asked politely for some of everything. She gave me back three plates and I realized that the group of guys was still standing behind me. I looked over the cafeteria. Where were four seats I mean there were a bunch of table that could sit eight normal people. But only six super hunky men. I walked over to one of the last open tables. I sat down. Three plates in hand i had a spoon. I could eat it. They looked at me as I started on my first plate. "Are you going to be capable of eating that feast?" handyman asked. "watch me" i said with a bunch of eggs in my mouth. Well I guess it sounded like wash 'e but what ever they understood it. I took a bite of bacon. It was cold. i narrowed my eyes and stared at it. What kind if screwed up people served bacon cold. Let me tell you, only very screwed up people. I hated when people served food wrong. Like there was this one time at the lunch line in school and the milk was frozen solid. Like what the crap? I stared at it some more, we had the awesome staring match going on. "why are you trying to kill the bacon by giving it a look of death?" I looked up, knight had just addressed me. "It. Is. Cold. What kind of a screwed up person serves bacon cold I mean really?" I left the pieces of bacon their and started on my third plate. Handy man watched with amazement and Hawkeye just looked sorta impressed. I couldn't even guess what knight was thinking. The damn face mask.

I looked at them and licked my fingers. "Well boys shall we go?"