Chapter Six
It had been two days since Samatha told Fury about her real enemies. The angels- well not Cas, he liked her , but all the other ones were dicks.
Samantha was in her room, lying on her back and air guitaring 'She Talks to Angels' by the Black Crows. She had found things to make the place less prison like and found some poster of all her favorite old bands from one of Tony's old boxes. Her heart started to ache for her daddy. It had been almost a month since she last saw him, and she missed him more than anything. But now, as she listened to my music, she was completely happy with life. Soon that song ended and 'Eye of the Tiger' came on, and she began to air drum it. This song used to make Samantha and her father act in the stupidest ways. She sat up still singing the song when she saw everyone's least favorite boy on the hellicarrier.
Bug Boy.
He was snickering in the doorway, watching her. She couldn't help but blush.
"What do you want?" she hissed, trying to hide the blush with rudeness (which never worked for her.)
"Nice song. Nice bands," Peter said, pointing at the posters.
"You like old rock?" she asked tilting her head slightly. Her light brown hair that she had inherited from her father tilted with her.
"Yeah, I have a friend that got me into it." Peter smiled. He was happy he was finally starting to make some kind of break through with this girl. She was the only person on this ship around his age. He had just turned fifteen two months ago, and all the people on here were in their early thirties. It wasn't exactly the best time for him.
"I've kind of inherited it I guess. My father was a huge band geek. I mean huge. My middle name is Kansas," she said with a teasing smile and finally letting out a smile when Peter bursted out laughing.
"You're kidding!"
"Nope. See before my dad knew my mother was pregnant they played twenty questions and girl names came up because she knew she was pregnant. So my dad answered, 'If I had a girl her name would be Kansas Jovi Winchester." She mimicked my father with a smile on my face. Peter was hysterical. I looked at him. "Why did you come here again?"
"Oh yeah, you're getting you're superhero costume," he said. She groaned.
"I swear to god if I get spandex I will murder somebody." Peter only laughed and led her to the Superhero's Next Top Model part of the hellicarrier.
The first thing Samantha thought when walking into this room was Hunger Games. Not the killing part, the outrageous fashion part. There were various colors in the room from a pitch black to a neon pink that made Samantha's head hurt. Peter seemed to be thinking the same thing. He had made his own costume, and thank god for that. To be honest, Samantha was sort of nervous. She liked wearing t-shirts, jeans, and a leather jacket for a reason. They didn't show anything. Her body was fit, but also riddled with scars, and being the teenage girl Samantha was, she was insecure about that.
The lady took her measurements. (Peter had left, of course.) and Samantha was starting to get nervous. The designer started to tell her 'what a perfect body' she had. To which she said 'I don't want anything to revealing.'She scrunched up her face and told Samantha to let her do her job. She was in charge of the costumes. She sighed and left to see Peter waiting outside for her.
"Yeah?" she asked. "What does Fury need now? A name consultant?"
Peter chuckled. "No that woman does names too, good luck. It's probably going to be angel or bird girl or wing girl."
Samantha groaned. "This sucks."
"Yeah, I had everything, the name, the costume before I came here. Look Samantha.." he sighed. She raised an eyebrow. "I wanna call a truce. We're the only teenagers on here and I'd rather be your friend than your rival. So truce?" he asked sticking out his hand.
She sighed and took it. "Yeah truce."
He smiled and her my hand, leading her to her room.
It had been two days since the costume fiasco and Peter and Samantha's truce. He was hanging out in her room when there was a knock on the door. When Samantha answered, there was not a person there, just a box. She sighed and picked it up.
"Costume?" Peter asked. She nodded.
"Yeah. Leave, I'm going to try it on," she said. He nodded.
"I'll be right outside."
Samantha had gotten on the outfit and what she saw left her in terror. It was a tight leather outfit, the color of a dark purple. It was low-cut and the shorts stopped at her upper thigh. She had a giant hole in the back for her wings, and a belt that said WG on the buckle.
'Wing Girl,' she thought sarcastically. Peter knocked on the door.
"You okay in there?"
"Don't come in!" she called. "I look like a high-class stripper."
"It can't be that bad," he said. She looked down seeing the scars that ran down her legs, and the ones that littered her back.
"Just don't come in please," Samantha said again. She heard Peter sigh and open the door. He gasped. "I told you not to come in!" she yelled feeling tears prickle at her eyes. She hated this. She never wanted anyone to see her battle scars.
"Sam, what happened?" he asked as he approached the girl. She blinked back the tears.
"It's nothing, just things from the past. I can't wear this. I'm getting changed, do you mind?" she said looking at the door. He nodded and left the room. Samantha got changed and looked outside for Peter, but he wasn't there. She sighed and went back into her room.
'Good job Sammy. Scare away one of the only friends you've had,' she thought bitterly.
A couple hours later, there was another knock on the door. Samantha had thrown her 'outfit' off the side of the hellicarrier. She probably would have to go back, but she would rather shoot herself in the head. She got up and again saw no one. What she did see was a box hanging from a web. She took it off and there was a note on the box written in Peter's handwriting.
I think you might need this.
-Bug Boy
Samantha raised an eyebrow and went back into her room. She opened the box and was a black mask that was in the shape of wings. She put it over her face and smiled as the masquerade style mask covered her eyes. She dove back into the box again and found a pair of black skinny jeans. The last thing was a black leather jacket. Samantha smiled as she picked it up. Her favorite band logos were sewn at a T-shirt fringe at the bottom. She turned it around. To see a huge white WG in the back. She gave a smile and smelled in the leather, hugging the jacket tightly.
She smiled brighter than she had in forever, and felt some sort of joy that rose in her chest. Her eyes widened. Oh crap. Please don't say she had a crush on bug boy.
