Chapter Four
Samantha didn't know when she fell asleep. Have you ever had one of those nights where you couldn't sleep? You would just stay awake and stare at the ceiling? Well that was what happened to Samantha. She stared at the ceiling, a million thoughts running through her head all at once. Until finally she was able to close her eyes and sleep.
When she woke up, her two black wings were wrapped around her protectively. She rested her head on the soft feathers. One of the only thing her wings were good for. She was about to fall back asleep when-
Knock knock knock!
"Samantha!" Peter called from behind the door. Samantha groaned and rolled to her side.
"Go away!" she yelled and sat up.
"Fury told me to come get you for training!"
"Okay... Go away still!"
Samantha heard Peter groan from behind the door. "I'm not going to leave until you come out."
Samantha took out her pistol and shot the wall.
"Holy crap!" Peter screamed, and Samantha laughed. The door busted open, and Peter saw Samantha pointing a gun at his head. He threw his hands us as the Hunter lowered the gun.
"Never kick down the door of a girl whose a Hunter," she growled.
"Okay, okay got it, are you coming or what?"
She nodded. "Just let me get dressed."
Peter gave a fake nod and closed the door behind him.
Samantha walked out of the room and tried to make her way to the training room. She got desperately lost.
"Helllloooo," a shrill voice said behind her. Samantha turned quickly and studied the man in a red and black outfit.
"Deadpool?" She smiled. When her powers were coming out, Samantha had accidentally made Deadpool randomly appear. He had killed a werewolf by stabbing it in the throat with a silver spoon.
"Hi there Samantha!" he exclaimed.
"Oh it's so good to see you. I'm lost," she said.
"I can see. This is SHIELD... Shouldn't you be in the ugly Impala..."
"Don't you dare call Baby ugly! Where's the training room?"
Deadpool chuckled. "Follow me."
Samantha followed Deadpool down the corridors until he finally stopped in front of a door.
"Here's you're stop," he chuckled. Samantha smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Thanks Wade," she said as she walked into the room. Peter was ready in his spider suit, hanging upside down from the ceiling. He was the only person in the room. "Where is everybody?" Samantha asked.
"Fury instructed me to see your 'natural abilities' which means he wants us to spar," Peter answered.
"You're on bug boy."
That's how Samantha ended up in a ring with Spiderman fighting her and the rest of the Avengers who had came in to watch. Samantha knew one thing, she wanted to win.
"Look, I'll go easy on you if you want me to," Peter said. The bell rung and Samantha gave him a punch to the nose. Peter stepped back startled. "Okay then."
Peter shot a web at Samantha which caught her at the waist. She took out her knife ((which she wasn't supposed to have)) and cut herself free, putting the knife back into her pocket. Then, with a flash of gold in her eyes, she disappeared from Peter's sight.
"What the-" he mumbled and turned around to see Sammy ready with an uppercut to the jaw. He fell backwards, caught himself with his hands, and flipped back onto his feet. Peter took off his mask and shot webs at both her hand and then her waist, pulling her towards him in a circle so she couldn't move. They were inches away from each other. "Give up?" Peter asked with a smirk. Samantha just smiled-
And then head butted Peter in the nose as hard as she could. Peter yelled out a curse, leaving Samantha with a satisfied smile on her face. She had successfully given him a bloody- possibly broken- nose.
As she struggled with the webbing around her, Peter regained himself. He grabbed the webbing and pulled her down. The bell rung, he had won. But everyone knew who dealt out the most damage.
Samantha walked down the halls to her room. Thor had helped her get the webbing off, and congratulated her on such a great battle. Samantha didn't really hear that, Thor was always one of her favorite heroes.
"Samantha!" someone called behind her. She turned around quickly to see Peter, who was holding an ice pack to his nose, running towards her. She rolled her eyes and kept walking. "Wait up!" He ran up beside her.
"What do you want?" Samantha groaned.
"Is someone mad I bet her at sparring?" Peter said with a fake whining voice,
"Is someone mad I gave him a bloody nose?" Samantha mimicked him.
"Okay, okay, point taken. Come on, how about we go grab some lunch? Talk a bit."
"Because I don't want to," Samantha said as she tried to walk away, but Peter grabbed her arm.
"What's wrong with you?" he snapped. "I'm just trying to be friendly!"
"I don't want you to be friendly. My dad's getting me out of here. He needs me, so as soon as I can, I'm leaving," Samantha snapped back. Peter laughed. "What?"
"Oh just you. I've seen you're type before. They think they are so pitiful and that people need them, but the toughest thing they had to deal with is something abnormal like wings."
Samantha kept a straight face, which only made her scarier when she grabbed Peter's arm, put a hand to his chest, and slammed him into a wall.
"Don't for a second pretend to know anything about me Peter Parker because you don't. I've been through hell, literally. I've been through things that could make you cringe by the bare thought! So don't for a second try to label me as a type, or I'll kindly kick you're pretentious little ass all the way to next week. Do you understand?"
Peter cringed. She had said all of it in a perfectly calm voice, which only made her more intimidating. "Yes m'am," Peter stuttered. Samantha nodded, let him go, and entered her room with a slam of the door.
