I'm baaaaaaaaaack! Hey guys, I'm so so so so so so sorry for not updating sooner but school was pretty much taking over my life. Enjoy the chapter!
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The Next Morning
Sammy's POV
Jarvis woke me up at approximately 5:30 in the morning by blasting the newest Green Day single and I quite literally jumped out of bed…and fell…onto the floor…bruising both my face and my ego…Thank Dumbledore's beard no one saw that.
"That was very graceful of you Ms. Knight, now I must urge you to get ready for training so you won't be late." Spoke Jarvis's monotone voice.
"How many times have I told you to call me Sammy?" I huffed as I grabbed a towel and some spare training clothes, entering the bathroom, "And what time does training start?"
"About fourteen times, and training starts at 7:30, Sammy."
Sometimes I wonder if Jarvis is as fluent in sarcasm as I am.
About twenty minutes later I left my room, dressed in a baggy Imagine Dragons band tee shirt, some black, short spandex shorts, and running shoes. My long blonde hair was thrown into a high pony tail on top of my head with a few strands left down to frame my face.
I made my way to the kitchen and started to make myself some cereal. And when I say cereal, I really mean a few cheerios with chocolate milk, chocolate bars, gummy bears, and cookies crushed over it. Healthy, I know.
The only drink in the fridge besides milk was beer so filled the tea kettle with water and started to heat it up as I searched for teabags. I finally found it at the top shelf and started to jump, but of course, I was too short to reach it.
"Damn it," I cursed as I tried to jump up again, only to bang my elbow on the cabinet door, "Oh fuck, son of a graham cracker, Jesus in the Olympics, mother fucker ow fuck!"
A string of creative curse flew out of my mouth as I jumped up and down like they did in cartoons and held my throbbing elbow tightly. My attention was diverted though, when I heard the sound of chuckling.
Turning around, I saw Jarred walk into the kitchen doing a sort or swagger walk that only guys can manage, "Need any held Sammy?"
I'm pretty sure my face was redder then the cherry gummy bears in my cereal, "That would be nice, thanks."
He got even closer to me...a little too close for my liking as he reached up and swiftly picked up the box of tea bags at the top shelf. The fucking ass wipe didn't even have to stand on his tippy toes.
"Thanks," I huffed stiffly once again as I took the tea box with as much dignity as possible.
Digging through the box, I picked out some peppermint green tea and closed the box. I was about to set it on the counter when it was snatched out of my hands by Jarred.
"Rude," I muttered only to have him chuckle.
The water wasn't heated yet, so I took a seat at the kitchen island and started to eat my cereal. Jarred raised an eyebrow at my choice of breakfast but didn't comment as he pulled out some ginger peach tea and put the box back on the top shelf.
"Jinja pweach?" I asked with a mouth full of gummy bears.
Jarred's eyebrows rose higher as I tried with difficulty to swallow, "I think you're forgetting that I'm British, Sammy. I kinda have tea in my blood."
I started giggling with the half eaten cereal in my mouth and then started to choke, coughing up a whole bunch and flapping my hands, looking beyond retarded. Jarred was at my side faster then I thought possible as he smacked my back and thrust a glass of water into my hands. I took a huge gulp and managed a smile, croaking, "Thanks."
He just laughed.
Later That Day
Sammy's POV
Training wasn't as brutal as I thought it would be. Quite the contrary, it was sort of fun. They split us all up and paired everyone with a "mentor" and I got stuck with the patriotic spandex and tights soldier. Yeah Steve...
Apparently, he found it surprising that I could not lift 350 pounds like he could or run a marathon without breaking a sweat. Stupid super soldier serum. Instead we went for a nice jog around New York City for about an hour and I ended up face planting and almost getting run over by a taxi.
After that little incident we went back to Stark Towers and did some upper and lower body training in the gym. My pushups record was 47 before I completely collapsed and I managed to do 25 pull ups before my arms gave out and I fell down. Sit ups were the easiest and I did about a 100 before Steve said I could stop so we could take a break for lunch.
I was disappointed that I didn't get to go to the shooting range and play with the weapons and guns, which were my favorite, so Steve said we can go after lunch. I wiped the sweat off my forehead with a towel that Steve handed me as we made our way down the halls and towards the kitchen.
"I think there's some left over cake from last night in the fridge," I flipped a stray strand of hair out of my eyes as I skipped towards the fridge only to be stopped by Steve.
He grabbed my wrist lightly and I turned to look at him, "What?"
"We're training Sammy. You can't just eat junk food when ever you want. I saw what you had for breakfast this morning and if you keep on eating like this, you'll be extremely obese soon enough."
This. Can. Not. Be. Happening.
"Er…Steve I've been eating like this since I was a little kid and I look fine…" I trailed off awkwardly, kind of surprised that Steve was so concerned about my diet.
"Well that needs to change. Starting now, you'll be eating a lot healthier and taking portions from all of the food groups. Sit down and I'll cook us something."
What. The. Actual. Fuck.
"But—"
"No buts Sammy, sit down."
I pouted as I collapsed at the island chair, crossing my arms over my chest. Why the hell was Steve such a mother fucking hen. I can take care of myself. He doesn't need to cook all this healthy crap for me. I could feel my face turning red from anger as I sat there, quietly fuming in my head.
Damn it, and I was having a nice day too.
It was then that Tony walked through the door with another man in tow. He was shorter then me and was bald at the top of his head, with bristles of hair around it in 'U' form. He had a cleanly shaven face with small, beady brown eyes and wore trainers and a pressed white button down. The man was on the over weight side, with plump rolls of fat and an air of superiority around him. I haven't seen him before and he didn't look familiar from any comic books or movies, so I grew curious.
"Hello Sammy, how's training going?" asked Tony easily as he took a seat at the island with the strange man sitting next to him.
I set my jaw as he reminded me of my time with Steve and what just happened and huffed.
"Not well then?"
Steve then turned around with two plates in hand, setting one in front of me, "Training is going just fine Stark, and I was just telling Sammy about how she should start watching her diet a bit more."
I looked down at the plate to see what looked like steamed broccoli, asparagus, and a bunch of other mushy gross stuff along with mashed potatoes with a sort of murky looking red sauce over it. Ew.
Tony looked down at my supposed "lunch" and snorted, "It looks like a bunch of dog vomit."
"It smells worse then it looks," I muttered and Steve rolled his eyes.
"You guys are being over dramatic, just taste it Sammy. You never know if you'll like it or not," Steve took a large forkful of dog vomit from his own plate and plopped it into his mouth, chewing with delight and swallowing.
I wrinkled my nose and pushed the plate away from me, "No thanks, I lost my appetite."
It was then that my traitor stomach rumbled loudly, giving me away. Steve shook his head, chewing with enjoyment at the "healthy" shit he had made, "Sammy, you need to eat. You're hungry." He pushed the plate towards me.
I pushed it back, "I know I'm hungry, but I don't want to eat that."
He pushed the plate back, "Yes you do."
I shook my head stubbornly and shoved the plate back more forcefully, "No, I don't."
"You do."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
"Yes, you do."
"Damn it Steve, I don't want this shit, go feed it the birds in the park or something," I shoved the plate back and this time it toppled over the edge of the counter, hitting Steve in the center of his chest and staining his white shirt.
"What the hell Sammy!" Steve's eyes widened in shock and anger as Tony roared with laughter and my mouth opened, forming an "o" shape.
"Um…oops?" I offered as Steve stormed out of the kitchen, muttering to himself about obnoxious teenagers.
Tony shook his head, still laughing as the stranger next to him watched with annoyed eyes, "Wow Sammy, you pissed him off for sure."
I shrugged, "At least I didn't have to eat that crap he made."
Tony laughed again, standing up this time, "I'll have Jarvis order us a pizza then. Do you want the usual?"
I nodded, "Sausage and hot wings on the side, yep."
He nodded, "Oh by the way," Tony turned to the stranger who had also stood up, "This is Dr. Arnold Newton. He's a good friend of mine and he specializes…uhrm in radioactive thingamabobs and weaponry and uhm…" he trailed off rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.
"Radioactive thingamabobs and weaponry? Really Tony?"
Tony shrugged, grinning, "I never really understood what he does…"
Dr. Newton shook his head, finally pulling his thin lips into what looked like a sort of sneer/smile, "I'm a nuclear radiation research scientist and weapons expert. I was appointed by General Fury to provide assistance in search of the gems that you desperately need to find."
I frowned and Tony rubbed his head awkwardly, as if embarrassed by Dr. Newton's tone. I didn't really like it either; he seemed a bit…snobby. Like he felt that he was smarter then all of us…which he probably was but whatever.
"My name's Sammy and I'm a full time poptart ninja, half time Avenger, and all time candy extraordinaire," I smiled brightly at him and stuck out my hand which he did not take.
Dr. Newton frowned instead as he leaned closer to Tony and whispered in a voice that he probably thought I wouldn't hear, "Is she…mentally stable?"
"One can never be sure," Tony whispered back, and in a louder voice said, "Why don't you head on down to the lab." Dr. Newton nodded and with a last glance at me, he left.
I could feel my jaw dropping as I stared in shock at Dr. Newton's disappearing back and felt a twinge of hurt.
"Sorry about him Sammy," Tony laid a reassuring hand on my back and I pouted.
"How could you be friends with such an egotistical cold man. He's so full of himself," I crossed my arms over my chest.
Tony sighed, "Let's just say back when I met Arnold, I wasn't the nicest person around back then either," Tony wrapped his arms around me and I laid my head on his chest, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," I sighed, my voice muffled by his chest.
"Sir, the pizza and wings are here." Spoke Jarvis in a monotone voice.
"Send them up then," said Tony to Jarvis and then turned to me, "Why don't you ditch training for the rest of the day. We can go watch Harry Potter or something and pig out on junk food."
I felt a grin sneak it's way onto my face. Tony always knew what to do to make me feel happy, "Okay."
The chapters have been on the boring side lately and I apologize for the lack of updates but I had exams all week long. Good news is that winter break just started so expect more updates and a lot more action (: Don't forget to leave a review!
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