I saw the movie again -_-" I couldn't help it. it was such a good movie... let's see, review and rate please... SHould i follow the movies' plot-line or my own, and yes, i know about my mistakes... Thanks~
P.S. Language.~
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I looked out of the view and smiled in awe. I saw the perfect view of the sun. I would never have a chance to ride in a helicopter unless I get really injured in a desolate place or I am some kind of terrorist... I pick the first choice. I saw sea gulls flying near us before turning into another direction. I looked down at the water and took a deep breath, a frowning appearing on my face. I was never the best swimmer... Hell, I can't even float! I heard someone clearing their voice as I looked over to Nick Fury, his arms crossed and he was still giving me a calculating glare.
"If I didn't know any better; I would have thought you never saw water." He mused towards me in his headphones and communication device. It would have been really hard to communicate over the roar of the helicopter's engine. I gave him a small smile and peered down again.
"No, it's not that. It's just that I never got to see water this type of perspective per say..." I told him in unsure voice, "How long are we going to take before we land on the... Helicarrier-"
"S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier..." Nick said as I nodded with an raised eyebrow as he sighed, "Even Tony didn't give me this much problem. S.H.I.E.L.D stands for Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. In your term, it's a long ass title that no one cares about." I rolled my eyes and leaned back, crossing my arms over my chest.
"That must be a bitch to say whenever someone asks what does S.H.I.E.L.D stands for..." I joked with him as he gave me a bitter smile, "Um... what else should I know about this... Helicarrier?"
"It's a hi-tech carrier..." He said as I sucked my teeth.
"Is that all?" I asked in an annoyed voice as he smirked.
"It's better to see than explaining it." He said as I huffed. I hate character by Samuel L. Jackson. I think I might be able to deal with his character in Pulp Fiction... wait...never mind...
"Sir, we are approaching the helicarrier..." The pilot who was controlling the helicopter said as I felt my excitement growing. I was wondering who I was going to meet. Actually...
"Is there anything or anyone I should know about?" I asked him as he looked at me, his eye narrowing a bit.
"I don't know, you tell me." He retorted as I sighed.
"Look, I am not sure how I ended up here, but your attitude is not helping at all." I said to him, lacing my fingers together and I put my elbows on my knees.
"I'll give you this... Try to make friends with them. We all ready have enough problem as it is." Nick warned as I raised an eyebrow. What type of information is that? Who the hell is 'them'...? Damn, this guy is pissing me off largely...I looked down and gasped at the large structure that we were about to land on; It was ridiculous! I have never seen something that large and organized structurally at the same time. It reminded of those types of ships where they store all of their jets on a boat-like structure for tactical-warfare...
If only Alex was here... I groaned and rubbed my eyes, feeling guilt. That guy must be worried about me. I wish there was a way I can contact him to let him know that I am okay. Hell, I think he might be even excited for me. He would have killed to be in my place or even speak out all the lines of the characters before the characters even have to speak... He's a comic book nerd form the first time I met him. I actually think it was at a little café down the street. I was getting my large cappuccino with whip cream, which was so good, when I noticed there was some guy at a table by himself. I was on break and I really wanted to relax, but all other chairs and tables were taken. I asked him if I could sit down and he just mumbled a yes, not even looking at me, and I was fine with that; if he didn't want to know me, I didn't want to know him... I noticed that he was holding a book with Spider-man on the front. The reason I knew Spider-man was because my nephew was obsessed with him.
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I cleared my throat and looked at the guy, judging on how he looked. Brown boots, dark blue jeans, a white t-shirt...? Either this guy is going to be a Liam Hemsworth hottie, or just something so hideous that I might be scarred. I looked at the book he was holding in his hand and noticed he didn't have a ring; nice... I was 22; I thought things like that.I tilted my head at the red and blue figure on the front and smiled a bit. Johnny would love this so much, though, I think he all ready owns all the comics because he's spoiled by my sister. I blew on my cappuccino and took a deep breath...
"That's... Spider-man, am I right?" I asked loudly, loud enough for him to hear me. I saw him twitch a bit, only for a second. He put the comic down and to be honest, he wasn't bad looking. He had a few stubble on his chin and sort of long side-burns. He had short spiked up dirty-blond hair. He had dark-brown eyes as they immediately looked sad that they had to put the book down. He still had a firm grip on the book, so I am guessing he was going to say something quickly to me before burying his nose into that shit.
"Yes, it is." He replied, clearing his throat as it seemed that he didn't have anything to drink for a moment. He eyes drifted back to the comic-
"That's cool. My nephew is a real fan of him; great fan." I said to him as the guy nodded and pulled the comic to his face... I looked around the room awkwardly and sighed. I rather not stay here for another 30 minutes, talking to no one... "What other characters include Spider-man. I mean, I don't think one man can be a super hero without super...friends." That sounded soo lame...
"Yeah, that is true..." He said before I heard him flip another page...
"So..." I continued, "Does that mean Batman is part of the team..." Never have I once before received an appalled look. He quickly slammed his comic book on the small coffee table as I held onto my cappuccino.
"Batman...? Batman? Are you serious, Batman?" He demanded in disbelief as I ruffled my hair uncomfortably. I should have said nothing to a comic-book nerd... "Of course, I don't expect anything better from a ignorant citizen in this city-"
"Hey. I made a mistake; sorry, but that doesn't give you the right to insult me. You don't see me insulting your damn Spider-man who wears way too tight clothing to be possible; who the hell does that? You know who? Male strippers-"
"Spider-man is not a male-stripper-"
"And I'm not a ignorant citizen." I said harshly to him as he rolled his eyes.
"All I wanted is peace and quiet and I got the opposite..." He muttered under his breath, "Look. I'll explain this to you. Spider-man is a Marvel Comic character created by Stan Lee; the gods of all gods. Playboy, ass-hole Batman was created by DC Comics by Bob Kane. They are too different comics that no one can seem to grasp. Besides, Spider-man can kick Batman's ass."
"Batman is... batman is a scary dude; he can handle crazy-spider man anytime." I replied as the guy closed his comic book, "He's like the world's... greatest detective and he even has a side-kick... not that I know this by heart; my-"
"Your nephew..." The man finished with a sigh, "I heard you from before; I am a really good multitaske-"
"But your socialization skills sucks ass." I interrupted him as he rolled his eyes.
"Being insulted by a... lady who goes by the name of Nikita who works at Home-depot as a cashier." The man said, reading my name tag on my shirt as I rolled my eyes, "Who even works at Home-depot?"
"Someone who actually can get a job; besides, I'm in college." I snapped as he chuckled, "What's so funny?"
"Just because I am a comic-book fan, you think I don't have a job...?" He asked as I said nothing, my face impassive.
"Let me guess, you own a little store filled with comic-book fans..." I said as he shook his hand.
"No, but you are close... I do own a place..." He said...
"What place?"
"Well... you are in it right now..."
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"Nikita; I am not going to ask you again; get your ass inside before I drag it." I heard Nick Fury demand as I looked around. I was on the stretch-way where jets fly off and I was just standing there. That was one hell of a flashback... I shook my head and ran towards Nick Fury where he was near a door. He was a very impatient man; his face and one eye told it all... I ran inside and the air pressure was much more... breathable than outside. Fury opened another door in front of him and waited for me to pass by. As he closed the door behind us, we were walking through a long metallic hallway.
"The people you are about to meet are not natural..." Fury said in the quietness as I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Why am I not surprised? He walked in front of a door and I was surprised at how the door lifted itself from the ground easily. This must be a high-tech helicarrier. I wonder what type of work they do in S.H.I.E.L.D... "I have one more warning... Some of them are not use to... modern day era ideas and technology."
"How so...?" I asked as he gave me a smirk, "Oh, let me guess... 'It's better to see than explaining it', right?"
"You are smarter than you look." He said as I wrinkled my nose.
"Geez, thanks; that is some nice input; you thought of that all by yourself?" I asked sarcastically as he didn't answer. As we entered a big spacious room; there were dozens of monitors and many people working on them. It looked like a holographic screen. There were people shouting things that I did not even understand. I saw a lady in a blue suit that walked over to Fury, a little device in her ear.
"Sir." She greeted, his face staying the same way. And that is the main reason why I can't join the military... "Have you found the cause of the-"
"Yes I did, Agent Hill; she's right next to me." Fury said in a slight amusing tone; SLIGHT... I saw her eyes look over to me, judging me all ready. She walked over to me with her hand out.
"I'm agent Hill." She said as my lips went into a thin line.
"I'm Nikita..." I replied and grasped onto her hand. Damn, she has one hell of a grip. I pulled away, flexing my hand.
"Hill; report." Fury said, walking away with her as she followed like a lost puppy; leaving me all alone... That was not helpful at all... but, I can do some discovery; that's going to be fun. I looked back at Fury and Hill one more time before slowly making my way towards the door. I turned aorund and held my chest, taking deep breaths.
"Jesus, you fucking scared me." I yelled, bending over as my heart slowly went back to normal, "Shit, I almost have a stroke."
"I think that's the most number of profanity I heard in one day." The man said with a small, unamused smile. Great, dealing with more emotionless bastards... He was a bit... old. "I'm agent Coulson."
"Another agent, I'm N-"
"Nikita; I overheard you and Fury contacted me as well..." He said as I nodded, "Let's go."
"W-wait; where are we going?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow as he still gave me a single hint on how he's feeling. I am starting to hate these people...
"The Avengers...but before that, to your room; I am sure you don't want to be covered in mud." He said as I opened my mouth in shock, "That makes you look like a dying fish; let's go."
"Okay..." I mumbled and followed after him, thankful for actually having a chance to take a shower. This is going to feel good.
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"I love this shower!" I yelled from the bathroom, laughing as hot water poured down my back and through my hair. I think god has blessed this water. I looked down at the drain as brown water went through it. I looked around and saw a metal container saying shampoo. That's really descriptive... I poured it on my hair and hummed softly when I rubbed my scalp.
"Thank you, sweet baby..." I mumbled, rinsing my hair and sighed, moving the handle of the water to be even more hot. I yelped a bit as flaming water was sprayed onto me, "Too hot, too hot!" I quickly moved the handle back to its original position and sighed. I think it has been all ready 30 minutes. I turned off the water twisted my hair tightly, removing as much water as I could. I moved the curtains a bit and saw a blue towel. I grabbed it from the rack and put it around my chest, making sure it covered everything. I pushed back the curtains and rolled my neck. I opened the door to my small room and saw a small pile of clothes on my bed. I saw a note on it and picked it up.
'You're lucky Natasha is lucky enough to let you borrow her clothes. - Coulson'
I smiled and looked at the clothes. Not bad taste in fashion... I looked in to the left and saw underwear and a bra tightly sealed in a bag. The bag had Victoria's Secret on the side. I opened the bag and slipped on my undergarments as they fit comfortably. I looked at the mirror and looked at the tattoo on my shoulder, rolling my arm... I shook my head and grabbed my top. I slipped on a white halter top, black skinny jeans that were actually movable, and black mid-calf boots. I slipped on a fitted- blue demin jacket and left it open.
"Who ever is this 'Natasha', she is my savior." I muttered. I looked around my room and shook my still wet hair. It will dry soon anyways. I exited my room and sighed, my head hitting the door softly, "Too...much... bullshit today-"
"Ma'am, are you okay?" Someone asked as I looked up, cursing under my breath that someone saw me, "Ma-"
"It's nothing." I said, interrupting the man, "Sorry that you saw me like this- Oh my god..." I whispered the last part and looked at the large, but dangerously attractive man to me. I could feel my insides gnawing at my stomach. His blue eyes were curious, but unsure of how I was acting. His blonde hair was... it was almost like... I am not sure, but I can think of one thing. Chris Evans looks good, even in a flannel...
We all know that last part is true, SUCH A ROMANCER~
Anyways, here's the chapter. I hope you like it a lot like I liked writing it.
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