Thor laughs, mightily might I add. I hear Tony's steps approaching us. Sparing the Teddybear one last gigantic hug, I spin and begin walking down the hall, away from where Tony is approaching us. He's just going to scold me even more for disappearing for two hours. Hearing him speed up, I take that as my que. I race down the hall, hearing Tony bellow behind me, before following even faster than he was racing towards me before. Thor starts laughing, and I hear Pepper mutter to herself. The scent of ice strengthens, coming closer to me slowly. I glance back at Tony, seeing his familiar face, with his goatee, slightly smiling and gaining on me. His brown eyes snap to mine.
"Violet!" He exclaims, reaching an arm out as he sprints at me. My legs slightly ache, though it's due to soreness from the few hours before. Their base is at an unidentified warehouse just outside of the city borders, that's where they sell drugs and the girls. Each is ranged from sixteen to twenty. My smirk disappears within a second. I killed seven, but that isn't enough. I need to get the rest in jail, or at least kill the ones that won't go. My sense of justice is only slightly warped - people who do crimes worse than others don't get a second chance. I've always been like this. Pepper say's it's inhumane. I see it as a better way to provide safety for more people.
Tony nearly catches me, his fingers grazing my long shirt. Shrieking and then chuckling lightly, while shaking my head from my thoughts, I push myself to go faster. I''m nearly near the end of the hall before I remember my amazingly convenient gift. Tony stops to take a breath. Seeing this as my chance, I heave a breath. Pausing, I turn and smirk at Tony, who pauses with squinted brown eyes, panting slightly. A silver heatwave-like wave encases me. He lurches forward, reaching out to get me, but its too late. I'm now in the form of a fox, yet again. Tony glowers at me, hitting the floor before standing again, edging towards me as if I can't see him.
Raising a brow, I turn and trot away, looking over my shoulder to infuriate him. He starts chasing after me, scowling. I let out an excited yip, and dance away from his reach. My red and white tail whips in the air. as I lower my front paws and head playfully, baring my teeth. Tony stares down at me, before scoffing and crossing his arms. He rolls his eyes, glancing to the bar, barely in view. I can tell he wants a drink. There's no getting him out of it, though it's better now than it was before, with the crime fighting and all.
"Vi, you're already in trouble, don't make me ground you." Tony warns. I glare at him. I'm younger than him by twenty seven minutes, yet he treats me like I'm a kid. I growl at him, squinting my eyes. "Vi, come on." He tries again, getting exasperated. I stand on all fours, looking up at him. He's been acting more snappy lately, from less sleep and stress from the lab. He doesn't even make hints about telling me, so I don't pry. Even f I want too. Besides, I have my own business to manage.
Hearing the elevator ding, I glance at the doors as they open only to bark and bound towards my favorite person currently, Clint Barton. He takes a step back, eyes wide. He's my fighting buddy. We always go at each other's throat mercilessly, sometimes even making the Golden Retriever of Freedom intervene from how ruthless we were being. We always laugh it off, and chill in each other's company as we heal from the fight. He lets me use my magic, and I let him use his bow and arrows. Sometimes we go to ghost towns, just us two, and pay a game of Hide&Seek, though it's extreme. Natasha joined once, but hasn't since. I wonder why.
"Vi, no," Clint starts, only to cut himself off. He lets out a grunt when I ram into his chest, front paws first. He pulls back an arm to punch me in the muzzle, but I bite his wrist. He tumbles onto the floor in the room, thankfully not the elevator. My teeth barely indent his arm. He punches me with his other hand, making me recoil, ears flicking back. "What? Too scared to go against me as a person?" He sneers. He often tries to anger me, though I manage to fake it and keep a cool head most of the time. This is one of those times where I manage too.
I make myself growl and pull my ears back, faking anger. I bare my teeth as well. I turn into myself, the silver haze fleeting into nothing as I stand straight. Everyone in the room watches as I dodge a punch and deliver a swift kick to Clint's chest. He stumbles back, regains footing, and kicks right above my knee cap. I bite down on my tongue, stepping forward to gain my balance and make his falter. He tries to counter my move, but steps forward a bit too far and misses a punch to my temple, hitting my collarbone. Pain explodes.
"Don't hurt yourself, Parrotshit." I tease, sneering while forcing my voice not to strain, stepping back slightly. He glares at me with blue-grey eyes, and we slowly move in a circle. He tackles my stomach, throwing me to the ground. Rearing a fist back, I sock him in the ear. He shakes his head, disoriented. Taking this chance, I wrap my legs around his waist and throw his away from me, rising. Thor raises a glass of beer, howling for me to win. His words go unprocessed, my brain focused on the fight. In the midst of it all, I send a wink his way. The scent of ice is nearer to him now. I focus back on Clint.
Clint rises to his feet, wiggling his jaw. He glares at me, and I smirk infuriatingly, raising my and and shaking my finger st him mockingly. That seems to make him click, as he's suddenly on top of me, punching me over and over again. I'm used too it, knowing how to set him off and his weaknesses, as he knows mine. Even through the shooting pain, I keep smirking. As his hits falter, I lift myself, wrap my legs around his, and jerk. He falls on top of me, groaning. I heard his knees pop. Twisting, I slip into the body of a boa constrictor with a familiar silver haze running across my skin. I wrap myself around his legs, torso, and around his neck. He wiggles like a worm. I hiss out a laugh, lifting my scaled lips into the best smile I can manage.
He continues to thrash, while I slowly tighten my grip, staring right into his blue eyes. Finally, he stops. "Okay, Okay. You win." Smirking, I allow myself to be covered by the silver haze and transform back into myself. I'm practically laying on top of him, so I roll off to let him breathe and push myself into a cross legged sit.
"What's that, Clint? Is that now forty eight to three? Wow, I'm flattered that you lost so many times." I tease, smirking. He glares at me. Seeing Tony approaching, I chuckle awkwardly. "Well, bye for now." I exclaim to them all, standing making a beeline for the elevator.
"JARVIS." I hear Tony say. I glance back, seeing the suit pieces fly towards me.
"Tony, dammit. I was only gone for a-" I get cut off by the face plate, throwing my balance off. The suit encases me, making me unable to move. "Tony!" I shout, growling animalistically. I hear him chuckle as he comes into view. "I swear I will fucking break every bottle of alcohol you have." I hiss, glaring at him through the Iron-Man suit. His smirk of smugness only grows. I can practically hear the words 'Heh, you beat the shit out of Birdbrain but got beaten by pieces of metal' running through his head. I try to move my fingers to punch him, but the suit won't let me.
"Well, night guys." Tony says, moving to the elevator. I hiss, my eyes darkening with annoyance. I refuse to beg,even if part of me wants too. "JARVIS, don't let Vi out until I wake up. That'll be a few hours." He turns to me. "I can't ground you, so the night in the suit is the second best thing." He says haughtily, chuckling, the elevator doors closing behind him. JARVIS doesn't say anything, but I can feel the metal around my lock into place even tighter.
"JARVIS." I call pleadingly. He ignores me. Everyone files out of the room. Pepper smiles, while Clint sends me a mocking look. Thor slaps the back of the suit, smiling warmly at me before slipping after the others. I glare at the Teddybear as he follows Pepper and Clint out. I fight to move my arm, though the metal shell remains still. "JARVIS, come on. Do I have to hack you again?" I threaten. I've done it before to block Tony from buying any type of booze, but he found a new way. Stores. I never thought he would actually go to a damn store, open the door, and walk back out half an hour later with fifty types of booze in several bags. Silence. "Dammit!" I bellow. "Tony, I know you can hear me." I continue to yell.
After nearly a damn hour of bellowing, I fall silent and plot, a smirk shaping my lips. Focusing on something else as I work, I hiss in agony and whimper slightly when my shoulder cracks, an ache spreading to my neck and down my torso. I bite back tears, glaring at the blackness of the face plate. Groaning, I look down, only to see my shoulder swelling and pitch black. Mission accomplished, though it hurts like a son-of-a-bitch.
"JARVIS, did I really dislocate my shoulder?" I question, faking horror while biting back the pain. The AI scans over me, sensors humming in my ears.
"Yes, Mrs. Stark. Would you like medical attention?" He answers, a few beeps following.
"No, thanks." I reply. "Can you let me out, though?" I ask, trying not to get my hopes up.
"If you will seek medical attention, yes, Mrs. Stark." JARVIS replies.
"Fine." The second I say it, the whole suit crumbles. I crash to the floor, groaning. Glancing at my shoulder, I grasp it and bite down harsher on my tongue, jerking back into place with a rough jerk upwards. I let out a pant, blood dripping from my mouth due to how hard I bit down on my tongue. Gritting my teeth, I sigh when the pain stops. The bone snaps into place, the swell going down.
Standing, I make my way silently to Tony's room. Opening it quietly, I can't shake the feeling of being followed. Walking in, I smirk and reach for his beloved drinks. Casting a silencing 'spell' I weave the magic over the bottles and throw them into the garbage. Even when they burst, and the alcohol pours onto the wooden floor, the room stays silent except for Tony's, and my, breathing. I continue to smash the bottles, even throwing one near his head, but making sure none of the glass hit him.
Eventually done destroying them all, I slip from the room, skipping hastily to the bar. I know the ice scent followed me, yet I can't stop it. I figure it's a moth that I can't see or someone new they haven't told me about, like they did with Vision. I don't care about the noise here. I continue to smash the bottles, throwing them on the floor. I ignore JARVIS as he warns me of the glass. Tiptoeing around the shards, I eye the vodka. Frowning, I yank it off of the shelf. "I'm not going to miss you." I say to the vodka, before throwing it on the ground.
I jerk my arm slightly when Clint steps into view. I hadn't heard his steps over the sounds of glass exploding on the floor. "Hi." I say cheerily, smirking as I throw another bottle on the ground. Looking at the remaining bottles, I sigh in disappointment. There's only four left. Grabbing two in each hand, I toss them to the floor. Clint raises a brow. I've been doing this for at least an hour and a half, spacing out and smirking even more at the smaller the amount of bottles as they vanished one by one. All the while, the icy smell didn't leave.
"Tony is getting up early to go to the lab. At four in the morning. It's three forty seven." He informs me, walking away. I shrug, cracking a smile at his back as he looks over his shoulder, tossing him a baggie of cookies I hid from Tony the day before. He catches them, tearing it open and devouring them each in one bite he starts to walk away.
"I have a place to hide. Not even Tony knows about it, and he's my twin. I think I'll be fine."
"Good luck, Vi." He says, slipping around the corner.
I continue my work, whistling cheerily. I lean against the counter, waving my fingers around. All of the glass is pushed into the garbage, while all of the alcohol is left to soak into the wooden floor. Smirking, I turn and lean on the counter, an arrogant grin tilting my lips when I hear a roar of surprise and annoyance. I lift all five fingers up and count down silently, gazing at the doorway. The smell of ice is nearly overpowering, like a bucket of dry ice is right beside me. 5... I hear his door fling open. 4... his steps echo down the hall. 3... I hear him bellow my name, yet again. 2... I hear him near the entrance. 1... He walks through the doorway and glares his brown eyes at me, scowling deeply.
"Violet!"