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I know this is a short chapter, but I have longer ones in progression.

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Then I head upstairs to change into something more comfortable. I pull out a simple t-shirt and jeans, and head down the hallway for a quick shower.
When I come out, I start walking down the stairs, until I hear Tony and Pepper chatting silently. I turn ghost, and flow down the steps, invisible.
"Are you alright?" I see Pepper looking at Tony's arm, slowly running her fingers over some kind of gash.
Tony sighs, and hands her an achohol to put on it, and bandages. "Yes. And I'm not going to say it out loud, but if it weren't for that kid, I think I might've been a little more than just scratched up."
How did he get a gash? I thought his suit was titanium alloy.
"But she's a real rebel. She doesn't listen to anything I say. I wonder how her leader puts up with her." Tony mutters, shaking his head. " She's so annoying. I have a bad feeling that this is going to be a long week."
I roll my eyes. I don't think anybody listens to Tony. Pepper is not answering, just gently cleaning the gash.
Again, how did he get a gash if his suit is made out of titanium alloy?
I float back upstairs, and stare at the cold pizza that I've set down on my table. I've never eaten much after my three week episodes. I would eat one meal a day until gradually William would make me eat more.
Sam and Sadie used to be the ones that told me it was unhealthy to eat normally on some days, and then just suddenly go into no food mode. They told me my body wouldn't be able to function properly in battle.
But now that they weren't here, I didn't have the stomach to eat anything else.
So instead, I opened my backpack and started to unpack my clothes.

Before I left the ship and everyone was packing their things, my room was the only one that seemed to be bare except for my bed.
"You must be one hell of a packing guru," Sam had said, looking at my three modest bags.
"I used my powers, you twit." I said dryly, and turned to leave. "And get out of my room."
"Hey, your room is pretty cool. You wanna see mine?" He asked, with his signuature grin.
I shook my head and closed my door. "I'll pass." I had said.
After a moment of uncomfortable silence between us, I called to Sadie.
"Yes?" She had asked me.
"Are you ready to leave?" I asked her.
She floated into my view for a second, "Hang on, let me just grab some more stuff."
Sadie and I had decided to leave together because we had recieved news that there might have been a slight mishap. The boys were leaving together as well to make sure nothing bad had happened.
Sam looked at me carefully, as if he had been studying my features for something. "So... I guess this is good-bye then."
"Sam," I had said softly, "It's not like I'm going to die or we're breaking up. We're just going to be away from each other for a week."
The boy I had known for a while sighed, and wrung his hands uncomfortably. "I know, and I know this is weird, but... I'm gonna miss you."
"I feel like you want a hug." I muttered, looking away.
"I do." He smiled and reached his arms out as if wanting one from me, Macy West.
Finally I sighed, and gave him a quick one. Sadie had flew out at this exact moment, and we left.
Sam waved a small and solemn goodbye at me. And I returned it.

I needed a couple more coat hangers.
I walked downstairs in search of Pepper. Maybe she could lend me some.
Instead, I was greeted a bunch of old people all in Tony's living room, shaking hands and drinking wine, talking to each other.
What have I just walked in on?
Tony rushes over to me, as I am still shocked and standing on the stairs.
"What're you doing?" He asks me, "You're not supposed to be downstairs."
"I needed coat hangars." I say, deadpanned.
He rolls his eyes and signals for Pepper, who walks calmly over. "Yes Macy?"
"I need coat hangers. Please." I say nicely and casually.
"Of cours-" But she is interuppted by a big -I don't want to say *cough* fat *cough*- man who is holding a big glass of red wine.
"Hello." He hiccoughs, and smiles, a little drunk from wine, at Tony and I. "Who is this lovely young lady?"
Tony's teeth are clearly not smiling, they are gritted. But the man is too drunk to even notice this. "Macy. She is my cousin on my mother's side-"
"Yes yes Tony, she's your relative." He interrupts, and grabs my hand with his sweaty one.
To kiss.
After this totally mortifying and gross moment, I wipe the back of my hand on the back of my shirt, and Pepper slowly pulls me up the stairs.
One step at a time.
"Who. Was that?" I spit, grossed out that Tony would even let him do such a thing.
Pepper leads me into Tony and her's room and opens her closet. "His name is Gerald Long. Tony doesn't want him to be here, but he keeps offering deals to Tony to try to buy his company."
"Well tell Tony to refuse every offer." I feel like my hand will never be clean again. "I doubt he has enough money to even amuse Tony."
As Pepper hands me the hangers,and she gives a little laugh before saying, "He thinks Tony wants to sell the company for 800 million."
I don't even begin to make a comeback. Some people just have too much money.

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