Viper : Enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 12: Mmmm... Shawarma

Chapter 12: Mmmm… Shawarma

            Apparently that was all they wanted from me because now they were all escorting me back to my cell. I’m guessing it’s about 5 o’clock and when I hear Stark’s stomach rumble I assume I’m right. I’m also reminded about how hungry I am. Seriously! How hard is it to give a girl a sandwich?!

            “Well if you guys are handling her,” Stark says pointing to me, “I think I’ll go for a Shawarma run. Do you guys want anything?” Oh my God… Shawarma sounds so good right now… and then we pass a cafeteria type area. I stop and lean back to look inside as I smell what I think is pork stew. Mmmmm… Pork stew sounds good too… Hell! Anything sounds good right now!

            “You want something too Handsy?” Stark asks bringing my attention back to the super heroes.

            “Uh…” Is all I manage to say while my gaze goes back to the cafeteria. I don’t know if he’s being sarcastic or not and I’m not in the mood to be teased right now. It’d just get bad.

            “Yeah, when was the last time you ate?” Barton asks.

            “I went to a diner after the book store, so then.” I answer still looking in the cafeteria.

            “You haven’t eaten in over 15 hours?” asks Peter concerned. 

            “You know I’ve gone longer, just not in a long time.” I say looking back to the group.

            “Okay I don’t care if you want something or not, I’m getting you some Shawarma.” Stark says walking away. After he’s gone, we continue walking. When we reach the room I wait for Widow to open the glass room and walk inside. I turn and wait for someone to come inside and take my handcuffs off. Thor stops Rogers from walking in and does so himself. He walks up to me and looks down at my hands. I look up to him. Damn he’s tall and just large in general. Well duh, he’s a God. He smiles and looks in my eyes.

            “And you are small, quite fragile looking in fact. But from what I hear, you are very lethal, Lady Viper.” I sigh, 38, as I realize I thought out loud again. Although he took the hand cuffs off, he doesn’t leave. Rubbing my wrists, I meet his electric blue eyes again and ask

“Yes?” He looks down, as if ashamed and then back to me.

“May I ask you a question?” I look around him and see the others are still there, waiting for Thor.

            “You just did.” I answer him with a slight smile. Smiling himself, he releases a low chucker and says,

            “Yes, but a different question.”

            “Sure, but I might not answer.” I tell him.

            “Fair enough. You make it seem like something terrible happened to you. I will not make any assumptions, but I do have my theories, would you mind confirming them?” I look at him and see true concern and interest written across his face. I look behind him again and see Peter and the other Avengers are intrigued. Peter looks like he’s ready to intervene, but I don’t need him to. I look back to Thor. He’s the only one who tried to understand me, not just get the facts.

            “I’ve been thrown around my whole young life and the people I was with for so long did horrible things to me and many others. They probably still are.” I whisper the last part. Thor walks close to me and lifts my head, making my eyes go from my feet to his.