Dear non-existent diary that is within the confines of my mind, this day has proven to be one of the most aggravating days of my life on Earth so far aside from my rude awaking from arguing that took place an hour ago. After Fury left Tony and Pepper were to escort the 5 to their new rooms. Tony was needless to say still peeved at the idea of having to home 5 homeless gods into his tower. He basically put them on the complete opposite side of the tower from where we sleep. Well from where Tony and Pepper sleep anyway. I tend to sleep either in Dr. Banners office where he can run tests on me to make sure I am up to par or I sleep in my "room". You see there is the living room and there is a staircase that goes upwards where there is a loft. I never truly sleep in the room that Tony had given me. The only time that I do is when Tony throws a party and I don't want to be there. You can safely assume that I am an Introvert. Tony was going on about moving me to a different room so I didn't have to stay with the Eternals.
The Eternals, which I found out from Thor, is Shield's newest line of defense. This group consists of Thor, Loki, Fandrel, Volstag, Hogun, and Lady Sif, who unfortunately had to stay back in Asgard for some reason unbeknownst to me.
Needless to say I am being forced to move. Tony offered me a room next to his which I politely declined, indicating that I know what Tony and Pepper do at night and I would rather not be listening to them. I chose the didn't like the idea of course but after the argument that I don't have many things to begin with, the "sofa" is a futon, and the bathroom is down the hall I should have no problem. He agreed but insisted that I not complain when I am trying to sleep during the day and everyone is the living room creating a fuss. My courteous response, one that I am all to familiar with, was giving him the middle finger and digging into my bowl of Co-Co Pebbles.
It was about 9:00 when everyone went to bed and I sat up watching World's Wildest Police Videos waiting for it to be time for me to go to work at Tony's little hole in the wall bar. You would think that he would have gone all out in creating something such as a bar but nope. This bar was just like any other bar. The only difference was it looked nice. It didn't look run down or disease infested like half of Manhattans. And of Course to go along with Tony's narcissistic ways the bar was named Tony's Mark 5. It was named after the fifth suit he created because that was when he bought said bar. The inside was all sorts of reds and yellows, with a cast iron pool table, foosball table, and a few poker machines. It had a nicely lit dance floor with the all too cliche disco ball hanging in the center. At the bar I am a security guard. When they are short handed, which is more often than normal thanks to Becky (Boss) who decides to show up whenever she feels like it, I bartend. More than likely I will be playing cop and bartender tonight because I just randomly got a text from Becky saying her house in on fire. It's kind of funny when you think about it because this is the 4 time this week it spontaneously happened. I am no fool. She is just saying that so she can get out of work while trying to receive some of Tony's pity. I guess she never got over the night when Tony and her err...how do you say it... "hit-it-and-quit-it"?
I walk up the stairway to the loft to start getting ready. My dresser was pushed up against the wall where is was hardly visible to anyone downstairs. Even with all my belongings no one could tell that I lived up here. I had that little stuff. I sat on the recliner and began doing my make-up. Smokey eyes and hooker lip stick. I was never one for looks but hey! I got many more tips that way! I got dressed in some dark Walmart skinny jeans, a plain form fitting black tee from the Dollar store, with the latest and cheapest pair of converse that ever showed up on the shelves in Payless. No, I am not poor. No, I am not a Scrooge when it comes to money. I just don't see the need in spending $50 on a tee shirt and $80 for a pair of ripped up and acid washed jeans. They look good, but that is all it will do you for. I find I look really nice in these clothes anyway. I straightened my hair, blew myself a kiss in the mirror, and I prayed all would go well tonight.
I arrived at work around 10:30 and boy was it dead. It was your typical Monday night. The only people that were here were the typical alcoholics and compulsive gamblers. And to my dismay, Arnold. Arnold is a nasty creature. He reeks of cheap booze, sweat, and lust and currently thinks I'm into him because I am the only bartender in any bar who ever showed him any sympathy. In retrospect I probably shouldn't have done that. At first, all I knew of him was his wife left him for his best friend and she took everything. I mean she took everything. If there were a dust partical to fall on Arnold she would bring him to court because she wanted it. Then one night Arnold brought a few of his friends along and I heard the truth from them. Brandon. He was a nice enough guy. Very cute too. Almost made my inner animal try to claim him. Just kidding!... well not really. He is very blonde, with very blue eyes, and verrryyy ripped. This man had muscles on top of muscles! Anywhoo, that sexy hunk of meat told me the truth. Arnold's friend Joesph was comforting Arnolds wife because apparently Arnold beat his wife so hard she was put into a coma for months. When she finally came to, the wife (Sherry) took him to court and her and Joesph are living happily ever after in Honolulu. Lucky me though, Arnold was leaving threw the front door as I entered threw the back leaving Brandon to pay the bill.
"Hey Olive. How are you tonight?" said Brandon. Clearly annoyed that his friend stormed off without paying his bill.
"Oh, you know, moving and inviting gods into my house. The usual." I say as if it were nothing and begin to start my shift. Brandon laughed his normal laugh that had this habit to attract any woman within the sound radius and cause them to swoon.
"I swear Olive, you are the weirdest woman I have ever met."
"Why thank you." I curtsied. "Where is your significant other running off to?"
"Oh." His annoyance coming back. "He is mad because I told him he needs to get off his ass and do something with his life instead of blowing his mothers money on cheap booze and fast women."
At this I laughed. "Brandon, you can talk to that boy for the rest of your life about foundation lessons it will not sink in. That man is a lost cause. I mean he beat his wife over something so trivial it is deemed pitiful. You can't help a man who doesn't want to help himself." Ending my little speech with my (as Tony calls it) motherly voice.
"Yeah, I guess your right."
"I know I am." I said striking a very goofy pose,"I am Olivia. Everything I do is right!" I joked. Of course we both know that line is bullshit. "So, are you going to pay his bill or do I need to start cutting him off again til he can pay it himself?"
Brandon helped that poor bastard so many times it literally surprises me how he can still be there at his friends side when all his friend does is constantly treat him no better than a dog. So unsurprisingly, Brandon payed Arnold's bill, said his good byes and went on his way. Leaving me to deal with the enormous crowd of 3 other people in the bar tonight. The night seemed to drag on and on and on. No one was ordering drinks, no one was winning at the machines so it wasn't like I could cash anyone out, and I already sent home the other 2 workers because they were complaining about how no one was coming and they ran out of things to do. I couldn't handle them anymore. Bria and Brenda. Twins. Equally annoying. FINALLY, 3 o,clock rolled around and I began to pick up everything for the night and began to close up shop.
The walk back home was painfully dull. The roads hardly had any cars, the sidewalks were damn near empty. Even the couple on corner of 9th and Winston St. seemed to have grown tired or arguing and throwing each others belongings on the street. The roads were quiet and I hated it. Quiet means there is nothing to block out all the thoughts running in my mind. My past resurfacing to haunt me. The thoughts of Nick Fury finally finding where I had been hiding out at almost took my breath away. I know he isnt just going to let this slide. There will be repercussions and soon. I wouldn't be surprised of he came knocking at the door tomorrow and began asking for answers. Thinking of Nick made my legs hurt. I shouldn't have let my guard down. All this trying to be civilized shit is weakening me. I really don't care for it one bit. I used to be an animal, now I am just a domesticated pet for everyone to use and walk on. Back on Eriften Plains I used to be on top the food chain! There was no creature that dare tread on me! But alas being stuck on this rock I have to conform. And I really don't want to.
I miss the stars of Eriften. They were beautiful. You could see nebulae every which way you turn. Here on this god forsaken planet there are no visible stars. They are all hidden by the decades of pollution. Manhattan is so industrialized that it peeves me. I hate technology. All technology does is give you a false sense of security. Much like children hiding under the bed because they think they will be safe from the Boogeyman. Nick... Nick Fury is my Boogeyman hiding behind his endless amounts of technology, providing himself his false sense of safety. When I snap from this world, and I know I will, I will not pity for the man when I rip out his heart.
Thankfully my homicidal thoughts were cut short when I came up to the entrance of Stark Tower. I walked into the Lobby, took a left and made my way to the elevators that would take me to the Penthouse. Once I exited the elevator into the living room I was slightly shocked to see Dr. Banner still awake. Out of curiosity I put my belongs down by the elevator ( water bottle and newspaper) and made my way to Dr. Banner who was watching the news on the 62 inch television.
"Morning Colossus, why are you awake so early?" I asked. Leaning over the couch putting my head about a foot away from Dr. Banners. Upon saying this I startled him. I am very quiet when walking, so quiet Tony calls me Ghost. Banner never even knew I was in the building.
Stifling a yawn Banner asked, " Oh man, is it 3 already?"
"Yes sir it is. So whatcha doin' up so late?" I asked raising my eyebrows planting my lips into a firm line. My eyes were wide though, so hearing him laugh at my face was to be expected.
"You girl are something else I tell ya." Banner stood up, stretched and rubbed his 5 o'clock stubble before saying, "I was just watching the news because I couldn't sleep. With Loki here I am a bit on edge." I waved this off instantly.
"Don't let any man take advantage of you if you can prevent it. Loki is staying here because he has to. If Loki wants to get out of this he has to play it nice. So I highly doubt you are in any trouble at all."
"Yeah Olive, I know but it still makes me mad."
"Oh no!" I yelled and ran out onto the balcony leaving Banner to look at me like I belonged in the looney bin." Before you Hulk out let me have one last cigarette before I die!"
"Oh god!" Banner began. " Okay squirt I am going to bed! I need up ready for evaluation in the morning so you should go to sleep soon."
"okay." I called lighting my cigarette and plopping into my chair." "Oh Dr. Banner!" he turned to look at me even more tired than before.
"Yes Olivia, what can I do for you?" He sounded slightly annoyed which was great.
"It's already morning!" I said with a shit eating grin. By this time Banner was in absolutely no mood for my games and just stalked off down the hall to his room. I immediately turned my head to look the eavesdropper right in the... well not eyes i'm too short. I looked up to see Loki. I knew he was there already. I could sense his fear. I think he was afraid of being caught out of his room, on the balcony, and to the worst offense, alone. He had pushed himself from my chair to hide in the shadows against the wall when I came out.
"Breaking the rules already?" I said with a sly smirk.
"It's only breaking the rules if you get caught." He replied with a smile that had superior written all over it. I looked at him incrediously.
"You have been caught!" I laughed.
"Yes, but you and I both know that you will not tell anyone."
"You have a point." I said with a smile and shrug. "Pull up a chair!"