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Steph is baa~aack! So here it is, the third installment of the Head Spinning Series is here. Enjoy!
I pulled the black and green mask over my eyes, flipped open my bag, and slipped on my gloves. I kept the suction cup, stuck tight to the glass as I cut the glass. I tugged on my safety rope, making sure it was secured tightly and I slipped through the hole and the rope stopped me. The harness I has wearing knocked the air out of me and I took a second to catch my breath. After I did I reached down and picked up the sparkly tiara. I smiled darkly and then loud alarms went off. I cursed and pressed a button on my belt as I heard footsteps storming towards the room in the museum. My belt retracted and I was careful not to hit my head on the glass. The second I could I rolled away from the glass roof and onto the pebbly part. I managed to keep the tiara and grab my backpack at the same time. I propped myself up against the brick railing and let out air. I threw my head back laughing as my adrenaline rush started to end.
I'm Stephanie Laufeyson or Lokisdottir or whatever; at least I was. I used to be in the Avengers, but a year ago my dad got lost. My dad is Loki Laufeyson, Prince of Asgard. After he disappeared, everything started falling apart. I started picking fights with the team, I stole Tony's alcohol, and I would ditch meetings. I became distant. I eventually broke up with Clint and I skipped the team all together. I found an underground apartment and I started staying there. I got into the habit of stealing things. It started with little things, stuff from stores, pickpocketing people, when there was havoc I scavenged the wreckage of the city. If SHIELD was keeping tabs on me, they weren't being obvious. I started getting . . . hungry. Hungry for the adrenaline that it caused and I started doing big jobs.
I laughed again and carefully wrapped the tiara up and placed it in my backpack. I slid down the fire escape to the museum and down to the alley. I took off my mask, changed my jacket, pulled on an old soft blue ball cap I had found and walked to my 'home.' I was careful to avoid anywhere with cops, which was hard in New York, especially after a robbery. I ducked my head as I walked by a group of people. As I turned the corner, I pulled up my jeans that were slipping down my waist. I had lost a lot of weight since a year had past. It was hard to get food and stay incognito. I know people still recognized Quicksilver and being a thief after being a hero does not look good.
"Hey miss!" I heard an old voice call.
I turned around to see the person approaching.
"Do you have any money to spare?" He asked holding out his hands, I could see hunger in his eyes as he clearly was taking in my body.
"Sorry man, barely gettin' by myself." I started to turn away, but his grubby hand took hold of my arm.
"C'mon, ya gotta have somethin'!"
"Hey, let go!" I growled trying to break my arm away.
I swung my arm back and raised my foot, kicking him in the throat. SHIELD and Clint were never bad when it came to self-defense. The man let go and doubled over. I took off down the road and headed to my home. When I reached the shed that was my house's disguise, I walked in and locked the door. I let out a breath as I opened a trap door and slipped into the rooms below. I looked around and smiled at the familiar place. I had a ratty old couch, a salvaged TV, a small bookcase that held clothes, books, and other random things. I had a cooler that didn't have much food in it, I would have to go and steal from the store soon.
I walked over to my bed (consisting of garbage pillows and a blanket I had taken from Stark Towers when I left.) I pulled out a slightly crinkled photo of the team on the night of a masquerade ball. I smiled at the picture. Pepper had taken it. Steve was scolding (from under his red, white, and blue mask) Tony who was holding a champagne flute and had a red and gold mask pushing his hair up. Thor, with a gray mask with feathers coming off the side, had an arm slung around Bruce with a simple black mask. Natasha was watching Steve and Tony fight from behind her intricate spider web mask. Clint had a mask that looked like metal with Celtic knots around it. I was in Clint's arms, laughing with a green mask that had purple glitter on it. I remember that night clearly.
"Hey sparky, want something to drink?" I heard the unmistakable voice of Tony Stark call to me from the bar.
"I'm underage hotshot." I laughed.
"So?"
"So," I emphasized the word, "it's illegal for me to drink; even if it's with the infamous Tony Stark." I smiled and his annoyed huff and felt two arms snake around my waist.
I leaned back into the archer's shoulder and he leaned over and kissed me.
"Tony you know that it'll never happen."
Tony only gave Clint an evil glare before stalking off to find Pepper.
"I put in a request for our song. Care to join me?" Clint spun me around and asked.
We had decided that All Around Me by Flyleaf was to be our song. So every time we went to some party, Clint always slipped the DJ a request for it.
"Wouldn't have it any other way," I smiled and he grabbed my hand leading me to the center of the dance floor.
We danced through the next few jumpy songs, Clint laughing at my singing of Kesha's Die Young.
"Alright, now let's slow things down a bit," The DJ announced and there was time for all of the non-couples to get off the floor.
The song slipped on and I smiled as I wrapped my arms around Clint's neck and his came around my waist. I leaned against him as we swayed, letting the music swirl around us. I looked up at him and he pushed a curly strand of hair out of my face and cupped his hand around my neck. He pulled me up and our lips met. I smiled into the kiss I felt him respond. I felt him bite my lower lip and I gasped. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I pulled back slightly, out of breath.
"Clint, I know, but we're out in public." I felt a blush creep over my cheeks.
Clint rolled his eyes and kissed my forehead.
"Promise when we get home?" He whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
"Promise," I smiled and laid my head back on his shoulder.
I pulled out of the memory and placed the photo back under the cushions. I sighed and ate an apple from the cooler. I stopped breathing as I heard someone walking to my door. The footsteps stopped and I heard muffled shouting. After more screaming, the footsteps ran away. I let out a quiet breath of air and relaxed my tense muscles.
I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep until a cold chill ran over my body and I woke up. As I became more alert, I noticed heavy boots walking to my door. I paused and listened as I heard something being stabbed into my door. Something thin and sharp . . . like an arrow. I felt my breath catch in my throat as I ran in socked feet up to my door and looked out of the trap door. The top of it had an arrow with a note tied to it stuck in it's wood. I recognized the arrow as the one Clint let me keep. I pushed myself up and to the door and looked out. No one was there. The cold wind blew across me, sending shivers down my spine. I laughed. Clint had found me, assuming he lost me in the first place. I walked back to the note around the arrow and read it.
You're not someone I'm too keen on losing.
-C
I smiled and took the arrow and put in my box of prized things. Mainly treasures I had stolen and a few keepsakes. Now the arrow and the letter joined them. I hid the box and laid on my bed, falling asleep with a smile on my face.
AN-
So how is it? Trust me, this is just the beginning. So . . . the adventure begins.