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Oh, I was wondering about how you guys would feel if I did another fanfiction when I finish this one….. It would be great if you left ideas or requests in the review section that way I can start writing it now:)

Other than that HOLY SHIT, DID YOU GUYS SEE THE AVENGERS 2 TRAILER?! I'M SO PUMPED FOR THE MOVIE

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Marvel. I don't even own a Marvel stock. (Do they have stocks?)

Claire/12's P.O.V

When I woke up the next day, it was because of two huge tarantulas crawling on my arm and my neck. Obviously I was a bit stunned, but I didn't freak out over it. I simply pulled the spiders from me and set them under a box. How did he even get two tarantulas that fast? Sighing, I sat up and went to wake B up. I walked over to the couch and went to shake his shoulder, but since I was in the middle of a prank war, why not have some people join? Instead I went to my room and found my iPod and speaker. Using everything I knew about being stealthy, I went back into the living room and looked in the small cabinet I had for spare items I didn't want to throw out. I was in luck; I still had my glitter party-poppers from the New-Years party Tony threw. I grabbed two and went behind the couch, connecting my iPod to the speaker.

'Let's see, where is it?' I asked myself as I searched in my playlist. 'I, j, k, k Ah, here it is…' I turned the speaker on full blast and clicked on the infamous Kelis song, putting the iPod down quickly and grabbing both poppers in one hand. I heard the base drop and the lyrics began, almost blowing my eardrums.

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard

And they're like 'It's better than yours'

I watched B flop off the couch from shock and land ungracefully on his side. I laughed loudly, which was easily drowned out by the music, and emptied both poppers onto him. I was singing and dancing while laughing my ass off at his very surprised expression. He just stared at me for a good minute before finally snapping out of it and walking aver to the speaker to shut it off.

"Aww, come on do, don't be a party pooper." I get out between laughs. He gives me a very unamused look and walked into the spare bedroom (currently his room that he never seems to use) to get ready. I smiled and went to my room and decided to put on gym clothes, considering B and I have generally just been watching movies for the past couple of days. I tied my hair back and put on a pair of longer spandex, ending right above my knee, a sports bra and a dry-fit tank top. I put on my tennis shoes and grabbed my iPod and headphones. B walked out of his room confusedly looked at me as I filled up a water bottle.

"I'm gonna go down to the gym for a bit if you would like to accompany me." I said, topping the bottle off.

"I don't have any gym clothes." 'Dammit, I knew I forgot something.'

"Uh, give me a sec. Did you usually wear a wife beater under your suit and do you have it with you?" I asked, going back to my room for shorts.

"Yes and yes." He replied. Okay, just basketball shorts then. I pulled out a pair of huge blue basketball shorts I used for lounging and went back to the living room.

"Here, these are huge on me so they should fit perfectly on you." I joked a bit. I went back to the kitchen and got another water bottle out and filled it for B. He was back out in another minute and put on a pair of tennis shoe before we left for the gym. Normally the gym was empty except for a few special occasions like when Nat and Clint were here- oh, wait. When we got in they were both at the boxing ring sparing, which, from the looks of it, Nat was winning. Within a few seconds Nat had him trapped on the mat and didn't even break a sweat.

"I have a feeling that that's not the only place you pin him down." I say in Russian. B's cheecks went red –wow, he may end up being worse than Steve, especially if he can understand my Russian- and Nat gave me a look that could kill anyone else.

"Oh, come on, don't give me that look. It's not like I'm wrong, or are you just not denying it?" I asked smirking. I can see her glare weaken into a more defeated look. "I won't tell anyone else, if you're worried about that." She nodded and I went to the pull-up bar, B following behind me.

"Most of the stuff in here isn't technology dependent with the exception of the treadmills. I don't use them because they can't keep up with my speed, but if you want to use them I can show you how." I said, plugging my headphones into my iPod.

"No, I'll just run with you. The serum they gave me enhances my speed too."

"Alright, well if you want to listen to music just ask JARVIS. If you can't think of anything to listen to, try Metallica or any type of heavy metal for that matter." I said, putting the one of the headphones in my ear. I jumped up to the bar and started my workout but less than a second later B jumped up to the bar only a little more than a foot away. He smirked at me and started doing pull-ups with one arm, his bionic one of course, a few times faster than me too. 'Oh, so that's how it's going to be?' I smirked back and swung both legs up to the bar, hanging myself upside down on it. I winded my bionic leg's foot around the pole and supported myself with the other. I drew my hands up in a fighting position, smirked, and punched him in the stomach a few times, making him drop to the floor.

"Do you really wanna play this game? Cause I could go all day." I said laughing. He smiled back at me.

"You know, you seem to forget that I was the Winter Soldier." He said confidently.

"Is that implying that you could beat me? I think I could have you down in less than five minutes. And, technically, I was your predecessor." I was getting pretty cocky about it, I know, but just friendly competition.

"Are you challenging me?" He asked, faking shock. I bent back up and grabbed the bar, letting my feet come lose before dropping back down to the mat. I looked over at the mat; Clint and Nat had left for the shooting range.

"Yes, yes I am."

A few minutes later we were both on the might in our separate corners. I could tell that B was starting to get a bit nervous, though.

"What if I go into Soldier mode?"

"Well, I don't think it'll get to there, but if it does I can handle myself and I can't really die anyways, so don't worry about it. And if you do, I won't be mad at you for it, I went through the same thing." I said, wrapping my hands.

"Hey J, could you play We're Not Gonna Take It? Oh, and time this fight please." I asked.

"Of course, Ms. Andrews." 'Oh, this is going to be so good.' The music started playing and we both got into a fighting stance.

We're not gonna take it!

No, we ain't gonna take it!

We're not gonna take it anymore!

He started walking towards me, looking ready for whatever came at him. I ran at him, jumping high with my bionic leg right before he could land a hit. I was sent above his head and grabbed his outreached arm halfway through the jump. When I landed I had his arm behind him and pulled hard on it, flipping him onto his back with a loud thud. I went to let go of his arm, but he grabbed it quickly and slammed me down on the mat beside him. He got on top of me and pinned both arms above me, smirking when he thought he had me trapped.

"I hope you wore a cup!" I said quickly before kneeing him. He wasn't. I did feel quite guilty about that shot, it was below the belt literally and metaphorically, but this was a fight. He let go, both of his hands occupied for obvious reasons, and was now just on his knees. I got up and walked a few feet away; giving him another chance, considering that was a pretty low-blow. After a second he got back up and got back into a fighting stance. He walked towards me again and I did the same. He went for another punch, but I ducked and grabbed his fist, punching him back in the chest.

"You're holding back and paying for it. Don't worry about if you go into Soldier mode, I'll be fine." I said. He pulled his fist out of my grip and swung back at my side. As I moved out of the way he finally got a hit on me as he used his other hand to punch my shoulder. I smiled, getting a good fight now, and went at him full force. We went at it for a good five minute, fighting relentlessly. I knew I would have several black spots on my arms and ribs in the morning, but that doesn't mean he didn't get his share as well. He'd also have the added bonus of scratches all down his arm. I eventually got him on his back with a powerful uppercut and held him down with one of my claws against his throat. We we're both covered in sweat and breathing heavily.

"Do you give?" I asked with a small grin. He smiled back exhaustedly and nodded. I got back up and stood over him.

"Need help up, old man?" I asked jokingly as he laid there.

"You're supposed to respect your elderly." He replied.

"Well I am elderly and you're really only a few years older than me. I'm just kinda stuck at 21 until further notice." I said walking over to my corner and unwrapping my hands. "What was the time J?"

"6 minutes 27 seconds Ms. Andrews."

"That wasn't less than five minutes." B said.

"Hey smart-ass, that was because I felt bad about squishing your junk and gave you a minute so you could actually stand." I replied with a smirk. His face dropped a bit.

"That was cheating." He said bluntly.

"Hey, I was just using my resources." I said laughing. We went back to working out after the spar and spent another hour and a half in the gym before taking a shower and leaving. While heading back to the apartment I was thinking about the tarantulas and had a brilliant idea. I practically squealed in excitement and ran into my room as soon as I opened the door. I grabbed my laptop and brought it out, setting it on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"What was that all about?" B asked, sitting beside me on the couch.

"Well, this morning I was awaken by two huge tarantulas, actually they're still under that box." I said, pointing to it. I should probably take care of those soon. "I'm assuming that was Tony's move for the hot taco yesterday, so I was thinking about how to get back at him." I said, opening the laptop and going to Youtube.

"Unfortunately for him, Tony taught me everything he knew about hacking into computers about a year ago, and I am a pure genius." I said, searching for a video.

"Hey JARVIS, where is Tony at right now?" I asked. I had a fairly good idea, but just wanted to make sure.

"He is currently asleep in his lab, Ms. Andrews." He replied smoothly. I knew Tony usually stayed up all night in his lab and crashed around this time of the day.

"Is anyone else in there, like Bruce?"

"He is alone in the lab, Ms. Andrews." 'I should really change how he calls me when I do this.'

"Ok, J, thanks." B was still looking confused so I explained it to him.

"There's a horror game that just skyrocketed into popularity recently, Five Nights at Freddy's. Basically it's about these demented animatronics that can walk around at night and kill you. Your role as the night watchmen is kinda helpless, and you're stuck there. And, in the elevator ride here, I realized that I could hack into Tony's suits and make Five Nights at Freddy's a living hell for him." I said, looking for a walkthrough of the game. I was going to download the noises and vocals; give him the full deal. Once I got all that done, I was ready to begin. 'Sorry about this J.' I tought as I hacked into his systems. I shut him down to an extent, basically just making it so I could control him, but he'd do all his normal functions- except alert Tony to what I was doing, of course. I had a camera reel projected onto the TV so I could watch and slowly dimmed the lights in the lab, trying not to wake him up. The camera also shot in nightvision, so I could tell what was happening.

Tony had several rooms to his lab, actually. The first one you walked into was his main lab, obviously, but there were several side rooms like a genetics room, a metal shop room and a room with his suits; all interconnected. There were four of his suits in the shop currently, so I quietly booted them up and downloaded all the correct sounds and movements. Once I had them all ready, I had one of the screens in his shop connect with all the rooms' camera feeds. After I had everything set up, I called the phone. Tony was without a doubt surprised to see he was in the dark, but answered the call anyways with a tired and somewhat shaky "Hello?"

I let silence play on the phone, waiting until he was about to hang-up. A moment later I played the sound that the animatronics make when they catch you at an ear-drum breaking volume. He screamed a bit and threw the phone in shock. I was already laughing my ass off, but continued on. I made mark 44 start walking to the next room. Once he was there, I let Tony have the camera feeds, one room at a time. All the other suits were in their room, but mark 44, let's call him Chica, was laying in a heap on the genetics lab floor, the eyes glowing white. I could tell Tony was starting to panic due to his cries for help from JARVIS and his phone calls; both of which were useless. I kept moving the suits to each room, some of them I lifted their facemasks for added emphasis. We did this for a good half hour before I had mark 42, Foxy in this case, close in on Tony- who was curled up in a ball at this point. I crept it closer and closer, Tony not seeing it in the dark, and when it was only a few feet away I had the eyes glow white and screech before coming apart and capturing him inside the suit. I shut the suit off from where I was at and turned everything else on, including JARVIS's normal functions. B and I booked it to the lab bringing my laptop with us. On the way down I turned JARVIS back on, but it would take a minute, just long enough to get to where Tony was at. When we got there we rushed to the suit currently on the floor and waited for JARVIS to be running fully. After a moment the suit hissed open to reveal a very, very scared Tony.

"I'll call that one the 'Fat Man'." I said in reference to our prank 'war'. His face of fear slowly turned into a scowl worse than Natasha's- and actually unnerved me to an extent, not quite scaring me.

"You're going to pay for this." He said in the most serious tone I've ever heard from him.

"Then you're really gonna have to up the ante." I said, a daring grin on my face despite the situation. With that, I left the lab and headed back to the apartment.

"I think he meant what he said." B said in the elevator ride up.

"Oh, I don't doubt it; I'd just like to see him try." I say, self-satisfied. This might end up going a little too far, but I really didn't care; it was going to be fun either way.

When B and I got back, we decided to teach him a bit more about history and technology, so I taught him like I did Steve. Although Steve was much worse at learning about the technology. B had the internet down in about 10 minutes, so we went from there. I started with the Vietnam War and worked my way up. I got to about the break-up of the Soviet Union when it started getting dark. We watched another movie, Alien, before going to bed around 11:00. I knew B was going to have nightmares, it was inevitable, so I kept my leg on and slept lightly. The muffled screams began around 2:47 and they woke me up quickly. I rushed over to his rooms and tried to wake him up; nothing. I shook him harder, but he still thrashed around. I sighed, realizing that he'd just have to endure it until it was over. I hated dreams like these, ones you were stuck in, victim to the unrelenting terror in front of you. Since it was only going to last about five minutes, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water when he woke up. I set in beside him and stood at the edge of his bed, grabbing his hand and holding it. Fortunately it seemed to calm him down and a few minutes later he woke up in a cold sweat. He sat up and I let go of his hand to grab the water. He downed it in, seemingly, in one huge gulp and set it back on the nightstand.

"What was it?" I asked, sitting down at the end of the bed.

"I don't know; I was in a hospital bed, and I felt terrible- like something had been taken away from me, but not physically. I remembered falling from the train again, but I- I don't think I fell, I think I let go. And I don't know why. The feeling I had for whatever it was I lost was gut-wrenching, close to the worst pain I've felt in my life." I was surprised to hear that he let go from the train. I didn't know why he would either. I thought back to why he'd be in the hospital bed before that, but it was after I went missi- oh. My face dropped in realization. He had committed suicide after I went missing. I let out a huff of air and was lost in thought.

"I told you not to let go." I whispered so quietly that I could barely hear it. B did notice that I had realized something and asked,

"Do you know what it was?"

I started to feel my eyes stinging from unshed tears. I felt guilty, if I hadn't died- if I just pushed a little harder- he wouldn't have killed himself- he wouldn't have had to go through HYDRA's hell. I had to leave before I broke down.

"I-I'm sorry for what I did to you…" I hardly got out before bolting back for my room. I locked the door behind me and sat on the bed, streams of tears silently falling from my face. I hugged my knees to my chest and sat, trying desperately not to think; to block it out. I could hear B knocking at the door, asking something, but I couldn't hear him- I didn't want to hear him.

I had put him through what I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. Because of me.