Falling for the Enemy || Captain America || Book 1

Chapter 19: You're What!?!?

“Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? SpongeBob Squarepants! Absorbent and yellow and porous is he! SpongeBob Squarepants! His—”

“You’re kidding right?” I ask Ally, as she watches SpongeBob with unblinking eyes, her smile too wide to possibly fit on her face. “What? It’s not like it has an age recommendation on it. It could have been made for 30 year olds for all we know,” she asks back, her eyes not flickering from the screen. “There’s a thing called a rating, and this is rated G for general audiences as in kids,” I reply, biting into my Granny Smith apple.

“Nope, General audiences are for everyone so in your apple filled face!” I almost bite my tongue at that, laughing with a mouth full of apple but with my mouth firmly shut. Swallowing the sweet and almost sour food contents in my mouth, as well as placing the apple core down, I proceed to ask her “Can we just… talk? We haven’t actually had a proper talk since Loki’s cell,” Her face changes, the original enthusiasm replaced with a warm glow; happiness. “Sure,” she replies, flicking the TV off and turning around to face the other side of the couch which I currently occupy, her legs as well as mine cross legged.  

“So…. How’s Banner?” I ask, not in a mocking or joking way but a genuine curious one. She shrugs, blush creeping onto her cheeks. “He’s good…. Constantly buried in work but he’s good,” I hide the sympathy in my face, knowing how much she despises it. “He’ll come around,” I say, giving her a pat on the back and a reassuring smile. She replies with a weak smile of her own, clearing her throat and saying “What about you? You and Captain have been having an abnormal amount of time in the training rooms. Are you sure you’re weapons and combat training? Or are you doing the other kind of training? You know, the one with the—”

“That’s quite enough Ally and no, we’re not,” I squeak, preventing her from finishing that sentence. “He must be your favourite now, or is it still Thor? With his big guns?” She flexes her arms, acting as if she’s a body builder. I giggle, lightly shoving her flexed arm out of my face and saying “You know I never meant that, well I did but not in that way,” She nods, saying “Yeah, that would be disgusting considering your position,” I nod my head, my face pinching in slight disgust.

After a short lived silence, I blurt out “I told him,” Ally’s eyebrow raises, her eyes questioning until I clarify “I told Rogers my past, all of it,” Her body slouches completely, her mouth wide open and eyes bulging out of her head. “All…. all of it?” I nod, hesitating half way through then shaking my head ‘no’.

“I twisted one thing and didn’t tell him who my dad was, or our ‘friend’,” She nods, saying “I’m surprised he—” I stop her mid-way and say “That was what I twisted,” Both eyebrows dart up at that, her face showing all signs of confusion. “How—?”

“I said that he was dead, killed actually,” She makes an ‘O’ shape with her mouth, adding on “They’re gonna freak if they find out who your dad is, as well as our friend,” I nod in agreement, biting my nail. That’s when Romanoff decides to barge in, her face slightly flushed with Thor trailing a meter behind her.

The other Avengers run in, as well as the Fantastic Four, all with angry and pissed of faces. “I think Thor recognised you,” Ally whispers to me, her voice slightly shaking. I give her a ‘well duh’ look and relax into the couch, kicking my feet up on to the coffee table and saying “Well I hope you’re here to apologize,”

“You’re Loki’s daughter?!?!” yells Natasha, scowling at me. “Yeah, Thor definitely recognised you,” Ally whispers. I roll my eyes, brushing her off and directing my sentence at the Avengers and Fantastic Four “Took you guys quite a while, in fact, I’m surprised you didn’t recognise me sooner there big guy,” I grin at Thor, his face slightly softening with a warm smile before turning cold like an icicle again.