If I lose, I swear I will burn this tower to the ground. Natasha looks at Clint and me intently. She raises her brow then places the card down. She smiles at me. I let out a deep breath "Pick up four," I put down my card. Clint suddenly flips the table.
He throws the knife and it pins the card into the table, before storming off "This is why I don't want to play with you guys!" I look at my watch. Wow, he actually beat his record. I help Natasha pick up the table.
"I told you it wouldn't take long," Natasha smiles "He's a sore loser. We should stop asking him to play." She suggests. I shake my head. I like playing board games with Clint.
I shrug "At least he didn't throw the game over the balcony this time." I mumble. Natasha laughs. "Which still bothers me, my dad bought me that game for my birthday."
Clint always promised to replace, but I guess he has an irrational fear of losing to a teenager. Natasha smiles, "It's your birthday soon, right?" I nod. Everyone gets more excited about my birthday than I do. "What do you want to do for your birthday?"
The same thing I want every year, to go to the park. I shrug. Natasha frowns "Come on, what do you want?"
"Nothing, I have a lot of stuff already," Once we moved in, dad spent most of the money he made from his odd jobs on me. He has gotten me more than enough over the years. I shrug "I want to go to the park."
Natasha glances up "Maybe ask Bruce or Tony what they think."
Why? They'll say no. The elevator chimes, we had hoped it was Clint coming back to help us clean, but it was Bruce "Mila, I need you downstairs please."
I glance at Natasha, "I have to go anyway. I'll see you tomorrow, Mil."
Bruce presses the button for the lab shaking his head "You know Barton is a sore loser. It's why you two had to stop playing hide and seek."
"He was a self-proclaimed champion, I had to prove him wrong. I'm so much better than him." Bruce shakes his head again with a smile "And besides, it's less about the game and more about how long it takes until he cries."
"Stop torturing people, Mil."
It's not torturing if no one gets hurt. The doors open. Tony spins around to us and frowns "Why are your eyes red?"
"I've starting snorting weed."
Tony looks very disappointed in me. He sighs deeply, slowly shaking his head "That's not how you take it."
I jump on top of the table. Bruce does a double-take of my face "Why are your eyes red?" He touches my face and turns it side to side "What time did you go to sleep last night?"
"About 1, after I injected the weed," I look at Tony who shakes his head again. Well, I don't know how to take drugs because I've never had the opportunity. Bruce puts those sticky things on my heart and the back of my neck.
He does his best to explain what is happening to me, but it never makes any sense. I could never do what these two do all day. I feel like I can never sit down. I bring my knees up to my chest looking at Bruce "Am I dying?" I ask quietly.
"No. You're getting better," He smiles "You're almost 100%"
"What percentage am I now?"
"78%"
I sit up "So, can I go outside?" Bruce and Tony both glance at each other, then Bruce shakes his head. Figures. I get off the table and roll my eyes. I pull the IV with me to the small couch and lay down staring at the common area and bar.
Steve and Natasha were walking through to get to the hanger. I sit up and peer down at them from the lab. Natasha notices me and mocks a salute. Steve glances up and waves at me. I smile at them then saw another man behind them.
