Kagome ignored the others as they boarded the helicopter – Natasha was in her own fancy one – and returned to her cell phone sending and receiving texts at the speed of light. With a sigh, she shut her phone and placed it between her cleavage. There was no other spot to place the cell phone on her skin tight suit.
Steve Rogers blushed as he looked away from her, getting a nice eyeful of cleavage and blushed even more as Tony gave him a perverted grin. The man was nice enough, but far too cocky for his tastes, he assumed it was the difference in the times they were brought up in.
Tony wiggled his eyebrows at the stiff younger, err–elder man and sighed as he was ignored. What a prude, with a bored sigh he glanced at the young woman and looked her over, she was a looker for sure, but there was an air about her that just projected something, what it was, he couldn't name.
Kagome pulled her long black hair out of its now low and messy ponytail and then began to replace it in a sturdier one. With a twitch of her fingers, she had her hair in a tight high ponytail. She sat back in her seat, waiting for them to get to their destination, it would be another five minutes before they were there.
She glanced down at the small utility belt around her waist, making sure she had everything thing. She glanced across from her and noted her bow and quiver of arrows was hanging on a hook. With a satisfied incline of her head, she glanced at Tony, who had been staring at her for the past five or so minutes.
"Staring problem, old man?" She knew she was being quite rude, but she was high strung. The man she had grown to think of as a father had been dragged into a quarrel between two Gods. She had thought her days of magic, Gods, and other things that went bump in the night were over. The jewel had been completed and she herself had been flung back into her time.
Trapped in the modern era with a family and friends who had no memory of her time travelling days; in fact, she had been flung back to the day she had been pulled down the well, back to the age of fifteen. She had been pissed off, she was twenty when the jewel had been completed and it had rewound five years of her life like it was nothing, yet made her keep her memories and powers.
It was like it was punishing her, leaving her alone to remember those she had cared for those that had fallen in the quest to repair her mistake.
Gods were anything if not cruel.
As it was, she was the damn bauble's host, now and forever – cursed to bear the burden alone, but she took it in stride and tried so hard to be a normal teenager again, yet she had failed. She was so used to action, adventure, and saving people. She had met Clint at an archery tournament, he often went to them in his free time, and they had hit it off.
One thing led to another and he had told her who he was and what he did, having sensed she was like him. A warrior, a fighter for those who could not fight for themselves. She had taken his offer at being his apprentice and that was all there was to it. Now three years later, she was very attached to him and would not let a little squabble between Gods take away another person who was dear to her.
"Now who's old? Getting senile already? What a waste of a hot body." She glared at him, but said nothing as she stood up, ignoring Steve Rogers aka Captain America as he tried to pull her back into her seat.
With a sigh, she pulled on her bow and quiver, "Well, let's get this done." As soon as she said that, Tony Stark aka Iron Man gave her a cocky grin and his mask slid over his face as he opened the hanger, making Captain America cry out as the air rushed around them.
With a mock salute to her and the Captain, he let himself fall out of the hanger and with a burst of the small jets in his hands, he was soaring through the air. Captain America glared after him as he hurriedly closed the hanger again, "Cocky jerk." Kagome laughed, not knowing the mild-tempered man knew such 'foul' words.
He blushed and looked away from her as the helicopter landed, not knowing what to say. He had just cursed in front of a lady. He blushed even more; glad it was hidden by his mask, as she placed a hand on his arm, the hanger opening to let them out, "He is cocky, but funny to watch, ne?" With that and a wink, she took running toward the screams that erupted seconds later.
