Project Boa

Food

"Come on kid let's get you something to eat" I froze at this, worried that Thor hadn't told them about what lamia eat so I would have to explain it to them 'this is going to be awkward'

Luckily for me though Tony immediately removed my concerns
"Don't worry Den, Thor already told us about your 'dietary requirements.'"

I breathed a sigh of relief at the fact I didn't have to explain why I only ate the meat in whatever meal we were having. He grabbed the handles of my wheelchair and pushed me back down the corridor towards the main room, I flicked my tongue a few times before we entered the kitchen and got exited when I could taste animal blood in the air.

We entered the room and I saw takeout boxes stacked on the counter along with a plate that had a large cut of raw beef on it along with a glass containing- 'is that egg yolk?! I'm eating like a king tonight!'

I started to fidget and became restless as Tony noticeably slowed down causing me to hiss at him loudly. My tongue flicked out constantly as we approached the counter, flicking faster the closer we got.

When I was close enough I snatched the plate and glass off the counter and placed it on my lap as Tony went to get his meal. I quickly drank the raw egg and then handed the glass back to Tony who laughed before taking another egg out of the fridge and cracking it into the glass.

I made grabby hands for the glass but he just moved it further away from me making me whine at him
"Go and sit with the others, then I'll give you this" I stuck my long forked tongue out at him and looked down at the wheelchair, trying to figure out how to get it to move.

I soon figured it out and had managed to move out of the kitchen before making my way over to the table where everyone else was, with Tony, and my egg, following behind me. I noticed that there was an empty seat next to Thor so I kicked into full gear and wheeled over to him as fast as I could, grabbing onto the table leg when I almost wheeled past.

I moved next to the empty chair and picked the plate up from my lap and placed it on the table then furrowed my brows as I tried to figure out how to get onto the chair. Eventually I gave up on the idea of climbing up myself and tapped Thor on the arm then pointed at the chair.

He stood up from his own seat and picked me up with almost no effort and gently placed me down on the chair. I smiled at him and nodded in thanks before turning towards Tony who sat down opposite me and slid the glass containing the egg across the table which I grabbed the second I could reach and pulled it close to me, hissing at Tony as if daring him to try taking it again.

Instead of immediately drinking the egg this time I decided to save it for last and eat the meat first. I looked at it for a second, realising that I probably won't be able to swallow it whole in this form, running my tongue along my teeth I, somehow only just noticed, that they were razor sharp.

Smiling at this newfound information I flicked my tongue out a few times before picking the steak up with both hands and biting a large chunk out of it then swallowing without chewing. Fortunately my body was used to swallowing large meals whole so my gag reflex was basically non-existent making it much quicker for me to finish the rest of my meal.

After I had finished the meat I picked up the glass once more and drank the egg, once I had finished I realised that blood was covering my hands and dripping down my chin and as I looked around the table I noticed that it was mostly deserted, with only Tony, Thor, Bucky, Steve and some dude with black hair, who glanced at me curiously, left.

I reached for the tissues in the middle of the table with Tony sliding the box closer to me so I could reach, nodding to him in thanks I took a few tissues and wiped my face, discarding them on the plate before taking more tissues and wiping my hands.

Natasha appeared out of seemingly nowhere and handed me some wet wipes which I gladly accepted and used to clean my hands and face more affectively.

Thor then picked me up and placed me back down on my wheelchair and, after silently thanking him, I made my way back to my room. As I was leaving I heard Thor speak up
"I did warn them it would be gruesome, it's their own fault for sticking around."

When I reached my room I pull the curtain all the way to the side and left it there after I entered, I moved my wheelchair to the side of the bed and used the handles above the bed to hoist myself onto it and snuggled under the green covers until it was just my fluffy white hair poking out the top.

I smiled softly as I snuggled into the warm covers, listening as someone entered the room and peeked my eyes out from my cocoon to see who it was.

Pietro was stood at the bottom of my bed with a set of clothes in one hand and a glass of water in the other. I pulled the covers the rest of the way off my head and waved at him, making him chuckle
"I've got some clothes for you to wear for bed and Steve told me you didn't drink at dinner so I've also got a glass of water."

I sat up in bed and he handed me the glass which I drank quickly and handed back to him, I then reached for the clothes but he placed them on the end of the bed and out of my reach
"No, shower first."

I pouted at him and flicked my tongue out before reluctantly nodding and climbing back into my wheelchair. He took the handles and brought me back into the main room, where I waved at everyone as we passed, and Bruce joined us before we went down another corridor and into a room with a gigantic shower that had a plastic chair in the middle.

Bruce and Pietro lifted me into the chair and I removed my hoodie, wincing at my aching ribs.
"Since the stitching on your legs is still fresh we're going to have to help you is that alright?"

I nodded my head and removed my sweatpants, not too bothered about being naked the water was then turned on and Bruce gently cleaned my legs, removing all the dried blood and grime while Pietro washed my hair since I've never done it before. By the time they had finished both my hair and skin were two shades lighter and the patches of scales were almost glistening in the light.

After that they left and I washed the rest of my body before clapping twice to let them know I was finished. Bruce came in and turned off the water while Pietro wrapped a towel around me, he helped me to pat my legs dry and I dried the rest of my body before they lifted me off the shower chair and helped me get dressed then put me back in the wheelchair.

Before they wheeled me out of the room I pointed over to the mirror and Pietro wheeled my over, supporting my weight as I stood to look in it.
The first thing I noticed was that my irises were yellow and my pupils were slitted, I had a spattering of freckles that ran over my nose and my eyebrows were darker than my hair.

(Image at top in case you forgot)

I gently ran my hand over my freckles and turned to Pietro with a massive grin on my face
"Have you never seen your own face before?" Bruce asked and I shook my head.

"Would you like us to get a mirror put in your room?"