From Pickpocket to Avenger

Chapter 8

Surprise! I am not dead. I've finished my GCSE's but now I've started A-Level's and they expect us to study thirty hours a week not including lessons.

I woke up next morning at the crack of dawn, 11 AM, by 'Merica Man. I could hear him hammering on the door but I ignored him and just rolled over. Sleeping on the streets meant I never went into a deep sleep, I had to be able to be up and running in seconds. This was the first time I had time to sleep in a year. Apparently they though that was good enough because I heard raised voices outside the door just before it exploded inwards. This woke me up properly and I sat bolt upright in the fluffy nest I had made on the bed.

"Why didn't you open the door? We thought you'd climbed out the window or something." Tony said after walking in in one of his suits followed by Steve and Natasha.

"Because I was trying to sleep?"

"It's 11 in the morning." He replied like he had never slept in that late.

"Hey, yesterday I was kidnapped and joined the avengers so it was quite tiring." Tony huffed and looked as if they were trying to think of something snarky to say.

Natasha stood with her arms crossed, a bag at her feet and one eyebrow raised. I think she was trying to look serious but I could see the half smile she was trying to repress while Steve stood in the doorway and looked between me and Tony disapprovingly. Perhaps he was angry I didn't open the door, perhaps he was angry Tony blew up the door. All I know is I won't be sleeping in that room again until there's a new door.

"I've got some clothes for you to borrow seeing as you don't have any. We've ordered somethings in that look as if they will fit which will be arriving tomorrow. At some point though, I'm going to take you shopping to choose some things you like." I nod. Clothes are part of the job it appears.

"Thanks." I say and they leave the room.

I noticed there was a bathroom attached to the black and grey themed room. Quickly, I jumped in the shower, dried and changed not wanting Tony to walk blow up the bathroom door as well. Bad things would happen if he did, things I think I would regret.

Exiting the bathroom dressed in all black trainers, sports leggings and a t shirt, I reluctantly went to go find Steve. It's not that I didn't like exercise, I hated it. Guess I had to do it because of my job now but it has to get easier at some point. Why couldn't I just sit on the roof of somewhere and zap people, out of danger and helping them.

No one was waiting for me so I headed for the kitchen which took me ten minutes of wondering around to find because I hadn't been paying attention to a thing Tony had said. Food is, and shall always remain, my one true love. When I got there, no one was in which meant there was no one to stop me from raiding the fridge.

I was half way through a tub of reheated noodles when Steve walked in and looked disapprovingly at me again. Were they his noodles? If they were I'll buy him some more when I get paid. If I get paid. Perhaps food and clothes were included because we weren't getting paid.

"Why didn't you just open the door when we asked?" Ah, that's why he's so salty. Perhaps he thinks I was ignoring him. Which I kind of was. "Wanda and Vision wanted to say goodbye, they're on leave."

"If they call I will apologise to them and I thought you were a dream." The first bit was honest but I was way lying about the dream thing. I am a bit lazy I have to admit. He seems the type of person who does exercise to work through their emotions. Reluctantly, I give in.

"So . . . Aren't we supposed to be training or something?" At this he perks up a little. Maybe he's imagining breaking my nose.

"Yes. Don't worry though, we'll start easy and then we'll get to hard stuff. It'll be things like using a running machine, rowing machine, the bikes and other things for the first half. Then, when Nat gets back, we'll start wit the had to hand. Wanda will be teaching you how to use your powers. Any question?"

Well, I'm officially screwed. It sounds as if he's got everything planned. I hope he realises unless he does puppy dog eyes I'm going to hide in the vents before he can get me. I should move some bedding and things into one of the larger sections of the vents and some snacks as well, I could have a den. Sighing, I reluctantly stand up and follow the grinning super soldier out of the door and to one of Dante's circles of hell.