Cheesy things are cheesy, and so is this chapter...
I just realized that most of things happenen more or less in AU... I'm having a hard time writing this s
tory, since most of the things that happens in the movie Jackie isn't there, so I have to make up most of the things, which is a bit of a challenge for me xD
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Chapter IX
„Any progress, Agent?"
"Parker developed a web shooting device with the spider silk Walker got from Agent Romanoff. He is now taking down different thugs, looking for the one who killed Ben Parker."
"And Walker?"
"She's been seen a lot together with Parker lately."
"I see. Keep watching them and report to me immediately if there are more progress."
"Understood, Director Fury."
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I was sitting in Starbucks, books open, a pen in my left hand and in my right hand a calculator. Next to me was an untouched tea and a half eaten chocolate chip cookie. I made different faces at the math exercises, wondering what kind of magic spell I should use to solve it, and then typed different things into the calculator, and then choose the answer that fits in my opinion the best. Chances are high that it was wrong, but I'll compare them tomorrow with my friends solutions anyway, and perhaps just copy it from them. In emergency case, Peter can help me.
Speaking of Peter, he was sitting opposite of me, scribbling furiously something on a piece of paper. Curiosity got the better hold of me and I took a glance at his scribble. It was the first draft of the Spider-Man costume. If it weren't for the red-blue colors and the web patterns, I wouldn't have really notice that it was supposed to be the skin tight costume. Right now it looked more like a jumpsuit pajama thing.
I decided to comment on it. "You planning to go to a slumber party?"
Peter stopped scribbling and looked up at me, confusing written all over his face."Uh… No. Why?"
"Because," I responded and nodded my head at his drawing "it looks like a pajama."
He stared at it for a while, then hold it up in the air, rotated it a few times and then concluded: "It's still the rough design."
"Change the colors to green and gold and I'll love you forever." I offered, grinning slightly like a fangirl Green and gold, anyone know who I was thinking of?
Peter feigned a wounded look. "I thought I already have your love forever." He joked "And green and gold are a horrible combination."
Loki would disagree with you. But then again, I think that the God of Mischief is the only one who can wear those colors and pull it off well.
"If you say so. Not that you put your pajama into the wash machine later and get a purple one."
"Work uniform, not pajama." Peter corrected me.
I rolled my eyes. "Einstein junior, I'm sure that a work uniform isn't supposed to look like a pajama."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. Shouldn't you be doing your homework?" He pointed at my stuff.
I packed them into my bag. "I can do them later." And took a sip from my cold tea. I looked out of the window, watching the passing people, and then spit out my tea when I saw just who entered Starbucks.
Penny for those who tipped on Steve and Peggy clone.
Poor Peter almost jumped out of his seat when I spit out my tea. "Hey, everything okay?" He asked worriedly.
"No." I croaked out, while quickly cleaning the table with a tissue "My neighbor is here with his girlfriend. Don't turn around!" I warned Peter as he tried to look over his shoulder.
I tried to make myself small, not wanting to be spotted by Steve. I really don't want to get introduced to his new flame, partly because she looks a lot like Peggy and I'm a bit outraged that he got himself a girl just because she's got lots of common things with Carter. And well, I just don't like her for no reasons.
Too late. Steve already spotted us. He looked a bit surprised to see me slumped back into my seat, and gave me a small wave. In return I have him thumb up. Peter of course being curios and all, just had to turn his head around to get a look on Steve, who in return, as he saw that I wasn't alone here at all, furrowed his brows in confusion, and then glared at Peter slightly.
And just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, Steve took Peggy clone's hand and pointed at our table. I carefully looked around to see if there were any free seats where they could sit (possibly far away), but no, luck wasn't on my side, and every table were occupied. Peter and I just had to take a table for four people. Meaning there are still two seats free. For Steve and that woman.
"Hey Jackie."
"Heya!" I replied somewhat sarcastically "Fancy seeing you here with…" I trailed off and looked at his girlfriend with a criticizing. She flashed me a friendly smile, which I returned with a strained and fake one.
"Can we sit here? There aren't any free seats left…" Steve asked and pointed at the two free seats.
"Sure." Peter said before I could say that they should bug off. We both took our bags from the seats and put them down on the ground.
Steve took the seat next to me while his girlfriend sat next to Peter, opposite of Steve, looking at him with those huge love sick eyes.
Awkward silence.
Peter, who looked slightly imitated by Steve, scratched his neck nervously and tried to avoid eye contact with him while I just stared into my now empty tea cup.
Steve coughed to get our attention. "Erm, Jackie," He said and pointed at the Peggy clone "This is Maggie McCartney. And Maggie, this is Jackie Walker."
Realizing that those two lovebirds have no idea who the nice lad was, I introduced them Peter too. "Steve and Miss… McCartney," I tested out her name for the first time "This is Peter Parker. And Peter, that's Steve Rogers. And his girlfriend."
Both men shook their hands and smiled somewhat awkwardly at each other. And then the all too familiar silence returned.
Ground below me, please open up and make me disappear from this world!
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"Director, we just received a report from out undercover agent in OsCorp."
"I'm listening."
"Apparently that day when Parker went to OsCorp, he gave Dr. Connors an algorithm. It seems like it was what he needed for his cross-species genetics research."
"And?"
"On the same day they tested it out on a three-legged mouse, Freddie. The report says that Freddie's fourth leg successfully grew back."
"Hm, interesting. Let the agent stay there to continue his work. Tell him to report immediately when something seems… Wrong."
"Understood, Sir!"
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Peggy clone does sure talk nonstop like a waterfall. I swear my ears were going to fall off if I kept listening to her ramblings. It would have been a lot more tolerable if her voice wasn't that shrill and high pitched. Really, when I saw her for the first time I thought her voice would be soft but firm.
Steve didn't say much at all. In fact, he only nodded at every word she said, sometimes giving his comment. That was it. Maggie just kept talking and talking. I bet she could talk about three different things at the same time. And another thing I don't like about her is that when she speaks to someone, she doesn't directly look into the eyes.
It makes me wonder how a silent guy like Steve met such a talk active woman like her. But then again, people do say that opposite attract each other.
Peter and I couldn't stand to sit there any longer, so we silently sneaked off. As silent as it could be. I felt a bit guilty for leaving Steve there alone, but only a little bit.
Peter skated on his skateboard in a slow pace to keep up with. We walked through the streets of New York City, looking here and there at some shop windows, commenting about the stuff the sell.
I suddenly stopped walking, making Peter almost crashing into an old lady, but thankfully to his spider powers he could avoid that, saving him some awkward moments
"Why did you stopped walking?" Peter asked, jumping down from his skateboard.
I pointed at a shop on the opposite side of the street. "There is a shop that sells sport stuff." I explained.
He raised his eyebrow, obviously not knowing what he should do with it.
"Uhm, you need a spandex maybe? You know, for your Halloween costume…" I reminded him.
Peter's face lit up in realization. "Ah okay… So the pajama got upgraded to Halloween costume?"
I rolled my eyes, but couldn't contain the grin that was now on my face. "You want to check out the shop or not?"
Scratching his head, he thought for a while, and then said: "But spandexes are always so skin tight…"
"Well established."
"… And what kind of super hero wears a skin tight spandex to go out and hunt down the bad guys?"
Hm, where do I begin? There is Captain America, Hawkeye and Natasha. All three of them wear skin tight spandex.
"Since when are you a hero?" I asked.
Peter shrugged his shoulders. "Since right now."
Despite what Peter said before about spandex, we crossed the street and went into the sport shop. It had lots of different sport equipments, from rugby ball to tennis ball, from bikini to skiing suits.
We quickly went to the male clothes sections, looking for a spandex. It didn't take us too long to find them. What did took us a long time was finding the 'correct' spandex, as Peter always says it.
And here I thought only girls need a long time to pick up clothes. Well, Peter even needed longer to pick up one stupid spandex.
Honestly, I feel like one of those boys who are doomed to go shopping with their girlfriends, and they have to sit hours in front of the changing room, waiting for them to finish trying on the clothes. I really hope Peter's not going to make me carry his shopping bags.
"It's… Really tight." Peter called out from the changing room.
I groaned. "Then pick a bigger size!"
"I already did." He responded "It's still too tight!"
"For Odin's sake, it's a spandex, it's supposed to be skin tight!"
"For Odin's sake?"
"Don't ask." I warned, unwillingly standing up to get him another spandex.
I walked back to the men clothes section, trudging toward the spandexes and looked for a bigger size.
"This is the men section." A strangely familiar voice said behind me.
I whipped around to meet the owner of the voice. Clint Barton.
Not sure if I should be happy to see him here or be embarrassed because I'm browsing spandex for men. Eh, I should look it this way: I don't know Birdy very well and therefore I don't really care what he thinks of me buying a skin tight suit right now.
"Nice to see you too." I greeted him with an annoyed look.
Clint simply looked at me with analyzing eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"Looking for some bigger sized spandexes," I explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world and then turned my voice so loud that Peter in the changing room could hear it "Because a certain someone eats way too many pizzas!"
I waited for a reply, which came few seconds later. "I've heard that!"
Clint remained impassive, shrugged his shoulders and walked away from me, probably pretending like he doesn't know this weird chick. Well, if I were him I'd do the same thing.
I saw hoe he walked to the cashier with three different sunglasses. Yeah, I can totally imagine how during a battle when on sunglasses breaks Clint would just take a new one out. Like Rude from Final Fantasy VII Advent Children.
Picking up a size bigger spandex I sulked back to the changing room, where Peter was still waiting for me.
"Here." I said. He opened the cabin door, took the spandex, closed the door and tried it on.
"Who was that?" Peter asked, referring to the small word exchanges between me and Birdy.
"Robin Hood's descendant." I responded.
He didn't ask any further, thankfully.
Silently I prayed that the suit would fit so we can finally go out of this shop. My prayer was answered by God. Peter stepped out of the cabin, back in his normal clothes and payed for the spandex.
He promised me to show his Halloween costume when it's ready. I wondered how he was planning to make those web patterns. Apparently he had some knitting skills. Immediately I had the mental image of Peter sitting in a chair and knitting a scarf. That thought made me giggle.
Then I had to think back about my encounter with Hawkeye in the shop. Something back in my mind tells me that it wasn't coincidence.
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"Ahem, you know, in the future, if you're gonna steal cars, don't dress like a car thief, man."
"What, are you a cop?"
"Really? You seriously think I'm a cop? Cop in a skintight red and blue suit? You know, you're… You're… You got a mind of true scholar, sir."
"Just let me go."
"Is that a knife? Is that a real knife?"
"Yes, it's a real knife?"
"My weakness, it's small knives."
"Just let me go."
"Anything, but knives! … Oh, it's so simple. That was cool, man."
"What the hell is that?"
"Webbing that I developed with a friend. I don't think you really wanna know anymore right now."
"Come on! Let me go!"
"Okay, one second! One second!"
"Come on, let me go! Stop it! That isn't funny!"
"It is kind of funny."
"Come on! Help! Help!"
"Shh! … This could have gotten a lot worse. Now, hold still… Oh, the boys in blue are here! I got him!"
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Steve, who was currently occupying a chair in my kitchen, was impatiently tapping with his fingers on the table. I just sat opposite of him, scooping a spoon Häagen-Dazs ice cream into my mouth, reading 'Crank' from Ellen Hopkins.
Hm, when was the last time Steve sat in my kitchen like this?
"So." He started a conversation "Who was that boy from today?"
"Peter Parker." I answered, eyes still set on the book.
"Are you two… Dating?" Steve asked carefully.
"Nope no." Though I wouldn't mind if we were…
… Where did that come from?
Steve nodded, and exhaled through his nose, carefully thinking about his next sentence. Too bad there won't be a next sentence, because not it's my turn to bomb him with questions.
"How did you met… Maggie McCartney?" I still dislike the sound of her name when I speak it out. I'll probably never like it.
"She uhm, she works in the British ambassador. She actually just moved here."
I furrowed my brows. British ambassador? Didn't Natasha say that she's a fine-art student? I'm confused now. I have to be tactful now. How does one get the right answer out of a person without them suspecting that you did some small research before?
"What were you doing in the British ambassador?" I made my first move.
"Oh, I didn't meet in her in the ambassador. I actually met her in Brooklyn, when she was drawing something. She's partly art-student."
Case closed. Well, I have to say, that was easy. Works in the ambassador, but is also a fine-art student. And dating a super solider at the same time. I'm impressed, but still not going to change my opinion about her.
"Well, then she's only going to stay here for few years, isn't she?"
Steve gave me a quizzical look. "Why that?"
"Uh well, because people who usually works in the diplomatic service in a foreign country for about three or four years and then after that they have to move away." I explained to him, looking up from my book.
Steve turned his head to look at the window, staring at it thoughtfully. "Maggie never told me about that…" He muttered under his breath.
Should I be surprised about that? Maybe she didn't tell Steve about it because she doesn't want him to think about it too much. I for my part don't really care whether she's going to move away or stay here forever. Point is that if Steve really loves her a lot, he's probably going to suffer a huge heartbreak if Maggie leaves the States. Unless of course they break up years before her depature and maybe Steve will recover until then.
Hm, that would be Steve's second heart break, wouldn't be?
I wonder how Thor is actually doing in Asgard, knowing that his beloved Jane is here on Earth. He didn't even get the chance to visit her that time. And what about Natasha and Clint? Obviously there is something going on between them. Natasha says it's a debt, but I think there is more than that. Maybe they are just too scared to admit their feelings to each other because of their jobs in SHIELD…
Would I be able to follow that one rule if I join SHIELD? It's not like you can choose whether you want to fall in love or now. It's something that just suddenly happened. No choices. No asking for permission.
"… Do you like him?" Steve, who watched me with studying eyes, asked.
I blinked a few times, processing the words he said. "I… Yeah, I do. A little bit. Maybe."
Steve didn't say anything.
I went back to my book. Kristine, the protagonist is now wondering what her first real love, Adam, is doing. Does he have a new love now? How are things going on between him and that other girl? Those questions made her a bit sad.
Those questions made me a bit sad too. I often caught myself wondering how things are between Peter and Gwen. I never asked Peter about her.
At the end, is there only going to be a broken heart?
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"Freeze! You in the tights, don't move!"
"You serious?"
"Who are you?"
"No one seems to grasp the concept of the mask."
"Freeze!"
"I just did 80% of your job! That's how you repay me?"
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