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Here's chapter 11, awesome people!
The warm shower water washed away all the blood, dirt, sweat and other gunk that my body and hair had accumulated over the last few days, and the last of the red tint dye in my hair. I wrapped my towel around my body and stared at myself in the gigantic mirror over the sink. I could understand why Steve and the others had panicked and thought I had lost more blood than I actually had. Now with the red dye washed out, my pale skin looked even paler against my dark hair.
It's always mistaken for black.
But it isn't.
It's a really dark brown.
My bandage had gotten wet in the shower and was sliding off. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. I held my arm up in front of the mirror, sideways, so I could see the width of my arm. A long pink scar, already looking weeks and not only hours old, trailed down my arm. It went from the bottom of my baby finger and ran right down to my elbow. I sighed. "Just another mark, Tony," I muttered to myself before I heard a quiet beep. I didn't turn around, but I had a strong feeling that I was being recorded. You know, like the hairs stand up on the back of your neck and all that. I gritted my teeth.
Without warning, my towel slipped from beneath my fingers. Shit, I thought, and then I stopped.
Slowly I turned around, so my back was to the mirror, and looked over my shoulder at myself.
As I had suspected, they hadn't gone away.
Why did I even delude myself into thinking they had?
Stupid.
I guess with the serum in me, I thought... but I was wrong.
Obviously.
Because my back was scarred with long pink lines, like the new one on my arm. The difference between the one on my arm and the rest of them was that the rest of them were all over fifteen years old, and still refusing to disappear. And at this stage, I don't think they ever will. "You always wanted to make your mark on the world, Stark," I said aloud, my voice echoing off the walls, "just don't leave anymore on me."
I stood for another second before picking up my towel and asking Jarvis politely for clothes. He took my old outfit, which was covered in blood, and gave me a tracksuit, tank top, hoodie, a bra, underwear, socks and trainers.
"You know my clothes size, huh?"I remarked dryly.
"I prefer the term "well educated guesses," Chrissie," Jarvis replied smoothly.
I laughed, tying the laces on my shoe. "And my shoe size? And my cup size?"
"Well educated guesses, Chrissie," he repeated.
"Too well educated," I muttered under my breath.
"I heard that," Jarvis said as I put my hand on the door handle.
"You were meant to, Jarvis," I replied with a grin as I went back into my room. I braided my wet hair back as I waited for Steve to come back. He came in five minutes after I left the bathroom.
"Your bandage?" He asked and I held my arm.
"It fell off in the shower," I explained. "Will it ever go away?"
He walked over to me and traced the scar with his finger. I shivered involuntarily. "Sorry," he apologised. "I don't think so. Since you got it before the serum was injected, I don't think the actually scar will ever leave. But I've been wrong before. Any others you obtain from now on will heal fully though."
He walked back to where he had dumped six punching bags when he came in and hung one on a nail from the ceiling. Only then did I realise how tall he was. I don't know how I never noticed it before. Even with the serum inside me, if I stood on my tip toes I would have been at eye level with his shoulder. So yes.
He was very tall.
He looked over at me expectantly so I walked over to him. "Okay," he said, "show me how you punch."
I flailed into the bag, kicking and punching and hitting (and sometimes yelling if the bag swung back unexpectedly) it as hard and as fast as I could. He didn't tell me when to stop, so I didn't. A good half an hour later, he stopped me and I put my hands on my knees and panted. He let me get my breath back, which surprisingly didn't take very long. "That was good," he praised, "especially with the serum in you. Could you have kept going for much longer?"
"I'd say I had a bit left in me," I admitted.
"You look a lot stronger," he agreed, "But I think you are too small to put any completely unstoppable power into a punch, so try to bring you elbow and knees in more, you can put more power behind them."
I nodded. "Like this?" I elbowed the punching bag hard.
He nodded, grinning. "Exactly that."
So I started again, bringing my elbows and knees in more, before he stopped me again.
"What did I do wrong?" It hadn't been five minutes since I had started again.
"You're not pulling back hard enough."
I raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
"You need to be able to pull back as hard as you punched out." He put his hands and my stomach and the small of back, "Keep the tension here."
I nodded mutely and he removed his hands as I attacked the punching bag again. My stomach still tingled. After another few minutes I had completely destroyed the bag. The sandy stuff that made up the stuffing of the bag was all over the floor. "Well done!" Steve praised. He looked at the sand covered floor. "You do know you're cleaning all of that up, right?"
"What?!" I gasped, still out of breath.
He laughed. "Do you want a glass of water or something?"
I nodded breathlessly. He walked over to the sink, got a glass out of one of the cupboards, filled it with water from the tap and handed it to me. I drained it in three seconds. "Thanks," I gasped.
He laughed again at my breathlessness and I gave him a playfully glare. "You want to go again?" he asked, getting another punch bag from to floor and hanging it on the nail.
"What about the mess I'll have to clean up?"
"We can do that later."
I grinned at him and walked over to the bag. "Okay then," I said and gave the bag a good kick.
Hope you guys enjoyed that!
Coming up in the next chapter: SUSPENCE AND DRAMA!
Ha ha no.
There is a Tony verus Chrissie though.
Stay tuned people!
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