The Other One(STOPPED WRITING)

Chapter 6: What did he say?

I walk into the kitchen, watching as Peter took the pancake mix out of the pantry.
I sit down and wait for him to notice I was there. I wasn't even being that quiet.
He turns around after a minute or two.
"Holy- oh, h-hi. When did you get here?" He asks, nervously.
Was this kid scared of me or something?
"About two minutes ago." I reply.
"So.. you were just watching me?"
I shrug and he turns back around.
"W-well I'm making pancakes... if you want to help?"
He turns to look over at me as I sit in silence.
"O-or not.." He frowns.
I watch as he starts mixing the pancake batter, every now and then glancing up at me as I watch him.
"Are you just going to sit there?" He asks, back faced toward me.
I don't answer him. I wasn't the best with communicating with others.
Suddenly, he turns to face me, leaning his hands on the counter.
"Why won't you speak to me?" He asks, nervously.
I shrug.
"I don't like talking." I answer.
"B-but... you just did.." He raises an eyebrow.
"Shit. Did I?"
He grins a bit.
"But seriously, are you just going to sit there?" He asks.
"Yup."
He sighs and turns back around.
"The pancakes are almost ready..."
"I'll go get the others."
"Oh, okay. Yeah. Sure." He answers.
This kid was so awkward. But it was cute.
...

"Where are the PopTarts?" Thor asks, watching as everybody eats pancakes.
Everybody slowly turns their head toward him.
"There are none... I- I made pancakes.." Peter answers.
"No PopTarts?" He asks again.
"No PopTarts."
He starts to eat the pancake instead.
"You got a whole building full of technology but you don't have a single box of PopTarts.." he mutters.
I had no idea what was going on.
Why did this dude like PopTarts so much?
Just go buy them yourself.
I checked the time. It was only 6:30.
I'm surprised everybody was awake.
"Oh, Adams. You ready for school?" Tony directs toward me.
I look up. What? Did this man really just suggest school?
"What?" I ask.
"I said, are you ready for school?"
I look over to the other Avengers.
All of them were staring at me.
I hated that.
"W-why am I going to school?"
It was too dangerous, I though.
What if I lose control.
They still hadn't helped me like they said they could.
"You need a normal teenage life."
This sickened me.
I never got a teenage life. My teenage life was full of experiments and torture.
I look down to my arm, and I think he could tell I was also worried about that.
Normal teenage girls didn't have metal arms.
"Don't worry about that," He says, clearly unaware of what I was thinking, "Just wear long sleeves."
I stare at him an awe.
Did he hear what he was saying?
They said they'd help me. Not force me into a school.
I look over to Bucky.
He looked down.
What the fuck? I wasn't going to a school.
"Pack your bags." Stark says, getting up from his seat.
"I- I'm not going to school?" I stutter.
He puts his plate down in the sink.
"Yes. You are." He says, without looking at me.
I was literally older than this man.
Why does he get to tell me what to do?
"This is part of the process to helping you."
What?
This was supposed to help? This could make this whole situation worse.
Peter begins to chime in, "Sarah- if it makes it any better... uh- we're in the same grade...."
It does not make it any better, Peter.
I put in a fake smile.
What the hell is actually going on?
"Go on, kid. Get ready. The bus comes at 7:15."
He rushes me off.
This dude was insane.
Just YESTERDAY I was being tortured and controlled by Hydra.
Now he wants me to act normal as can be?
Yeah, okay Stark.