My Story (An Avengers Fan Fic)

She Doesn't Know

You guys are all so sweet! I'm like crying right now. (Happy tears) I just want to hug all of you really tight and feed you your favourite food. God bless.

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Chapter 8

She Doesn't Know

Steve glared at me, his hands were balled into fists at his sides. "You're lucky you're a girl," he said coldly. "And why is that?" I asked him, folding my arms across me chest and taking a step forward to close the gap between us. "Well I'd never take this behavior from a man," he answered. "Afraid to hit a girl?" I taunted, "Afraid to lose to a girl?" I glared up at him, refusing to back down. He was almost a foot taller than me but I was too angry to care. Who did he think he was? OOH! You can throw a sheild! Big flipping deal! That doesn't give you the right to pick on smaller people.
     We stood there for a minute just staring eachother down. Neither of us were about to break the stare. That would be showing weakness.
     All of a sudden I heard a someone laugh nervously behind me. "Hehe, thats enough you two. Sexual tension created. Now lets just break it up before someone else gets hurt." A pair of strong hands grabbed my waist and pulled me away from Steve. I whipped around and shoved him away from me. "Listen Tony, I'm not exactly sure what creating sexual tension means, but I'm pretty sure it's something bad that I'm going to be blamed for. And I think you and Natasha should go take a walk while I teach the jerk with a spandex fetish what happens when he treats people like dirt."
     (There was a snort from Natasha as she tried to hold back laughter when I said Steve had a spandex fetish.)
     Steve rolled his eyes. "I'm not treating anyone like dirt. I'm just trying to keep you from ruining this mission. I'm not even sure why you're here! You're not smart! You don't have any powers! The only thing special about you is that you are a complete nutcase! YOUR CAT IS YOUR ONLY FRIEND! And I'm not really sure why they let you bring it here." "CATS ARE PEOPLE TOO!" I yelled back.
     He opened his mouth to reply, but then he just let out a frustrated sigh and looked at the ceiling for a moment. I think he might have been praying. While he was doing this Tony leaned in and whispered "Um, Cat, cats aren't humans. They're animals. They walk on four legs. You know?" I guess Steve heard because then he shouted, "No! Of course she doesn't know! She doesn't understand anything! Geez! And I thought I was having trouble adjusting! Now will someone PLEASE tell me WHY she is here!"
     Tony and Steve both looked at Natasha expectantly. "Don't look at me," she said holding her hands up defensively, "That's classified information. You're going to have to ask her yourself." And with that she walked out of the room, leaving me alone with the super jerk and the man with a lightbulb stuck in his chest. The two turned to look at me. "Well?" Steve said, waiting me for me to explain. I felt my face growing warm. "I-I-I don't know!" I cried, my voice coming out strangled. "I don't even want to be here! I just want to go home! I want my family back!"
     I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I hated it. I hated being weak. I missed my old life. I missed seeing my friends and having a family. But I could never get them back. Nico and my dad were the only members of my old life that hadn't yet died. But I couldn't exactly call them up and have a chat, could I?
     The tears were threatening to spill over at this point and I refused to cry in front of them. I REFUSED! So I picked up the nearest chair and threw it at Steve's dumb face as hard as I could. Then I ran out of the room as fast as I was able and asked an agent where my room was. I tried to hide my face but I think he saw I was upset. The agent walked me to my room. He said that his name was Phil Coulson and to come find him if I ever needed anything.
     I thanked him and then fumbled with the key card Natasha had given me before we'd arrived on the helicarrier. When I was in my room I locked the door and threw myself onto my bed. I tried not to, but I cried. I couldn't help it anymore. I'd never given myself time to grieve for my loved ones before. I'd always been so focused on moving forward that I just didn't have time for it. Now I felt stuck. I felt like a bird who'd just had its wings clipped, and I couldn't stand it.