Alright so this is me finally updating. Sorry for the wait. Also, I wanted to thank someone who's been reading my other story, Avengers 2nd Gen, alli211. I was stuck at a certain part in the story and I reached out to them for help, they were very good at it. So, enough with my stupid talking, onward and forward!
Previously:
We finish lunch and leave the diner about ten minutes later. Once we are all back at the tower Cam says we are doing a dance practice. Damion, Sàràh, and Tànne all groan at the thought of dance practice after their big meal. We do our dance practice with Lestrade and Watson watching the routine. Once we finish we're exhausted. We head back up for dinner and devour our food. Once done we watch a movie. I don't know what the movie was, I was too busy thinking about everything. The movie finished and I dragged the guys back to my room to work more. After about an hour we hit a stalemate, there was nothing left to do except wait. The three boys left my room and I got ready to go to bed. I planed on sleeping tonight.
Lestrade's POV
I wake up and head down to the kitchen to get breakfast, maybe make some for everyone else, I do enjoy cooking. As I approach everyone else is leaving.
"Where are you guys going?"
"The roof. You coming?"
"Uh, sure."
We head up to the roof. I'm the last one up. Once we're all on the roof Holmes turns and punches me on my left shoulder, hard.
"What was that for?!"
"Because I could." She says hotly.
"Why are you mad?"
"Because you're still here!"
"You guys invited me up here!"
"She means in this time, in our group, dumb ass." Watson mutters.
"You're stupid, a moron really. Watson and I are fine without you, we don't need you." With each sentence Holmes throws a punch at me but I'm too bewildered to block any.
"We never needed you. You're not good at anything, even listening to what I say! Why is it that you never listen?"
By now I've been backed up to the edge of the roof. Holmes has invaded my personal space and has a hold of the front of my shirt, holding me over the roof ledge.
"You should just let him go, like you said he's not important." Watson says coming up next to her.
The only thing keeping me from going over at this point is Holmes. Watson grabs her fists and untangles them from my shirt. She looks me in the eyes as I fall. Down, farther down. Faster and faster. I close my eyes as the sidewalk comes closer. I brace myself for impact. It never comes. I open my eyes again to see I'm in the bed of the guest room I've been occupying. It's about four in the morning. I can't get back to sleep so I try to play my video games. It doesn't take my mind off my dream so I get dressed. I don't feel like cooking so I head to a target practice room that was next one of the gyms. I enter and see Holmes being taught how to shoot an arrow with a bow by Agent Barton.
"Mornin'" Holmes calls not looking at me.
I walk over and take a knife. "Morning."
I throw the knife at the target. I get a bullseye.
"You're both good shots." Agent Barton says while Holmes shoots the arrow.
"Both?"
"Three millimetres to the left of your knife." Holmes says finally looking at me with a hint of a smile.
I walk down to the target, a good 120ft away, to see that Holmes favourite knife lodged a few millimetres to the left of mine. With my angle, I had to have hit her knife. I take both out and walk back.
"If you scratched my knife, I will hit you."
"How'd you guys learn to throw knives, who taught you?" Agent Barton asks.
"Self taught." I say
"I got pissed at my dad one day." Holmes says.
She launches into an explanation of how we had learned and taught each other.
"The first day they figured out I was attempting to learn was when I just up and left from a dinner between our families. I had walked to a place farther away than they knew I would go. They followed me into some woods and I crouched down to uncover the set of knives I had crudely made for the purpose of throwing. I was so mad that day that I could not throw properly, which, in turn, made my mood worse. Dante picked one up then looked at me as if to question the weight. To tell the truth, they were off balance and not very aerodynamic, not my finest work. But they were sharp. We all took turns and once I calmed down enough I was able to hit the tree, then Dante. Once Jack picked one up it slipped from his hand and cut Dante's right arm and sliced the back of my left hand." She finishes.
Right. Jamie's dare. First names.
"So no one taught you?" Agent Barton asks.
"Nope." The reply escapes my mouth before I can think.
"How are you with moving targets?" He asks.
Holmes laughs. "You got a lot of questions don't you?"
"Who are you asking?" I ask.
"Both."
"Haven't tried." We say at the same time.
"Well, now you can!" He says with a smirk as he hits a button and targets pop out and start flying every where.
I use everything I can throw that is at my disposal while Holmes fires arrow after arrow. I throw the last knife. It happens to be Holmes' knife and I know after I've thrown it that it won't hit a target, the aim was off. Holmes and I both start for it at the same time. She must have arrived at the same conclusion. I dive at it hits the floor, forcing Holmes to jump over me. She land badly but turns it into a roll. She quickly turns, grabs the knife, and throws it at nothing. At the last moment, a target moves in the knives path and the knife gets embedded into it. The targets stop moving and I'm still lying on the floor.
"Well done."
Holmes grabs her knife and walk over to me as I get up. Then she punches me, hard, in the shoulder.
"That was for scratching my knife. Do you know how long it took to make it?"
She checks her watch and says she has to leave to have a shower before breakfast. I look at my watch and see we've been here for about four hours. I leave Agent Barton to go and start making breakfast.
Holmes POV
I step out of the shower and put on the clothes I grabbed quickly before my shower. Turns out I grabbed a green long sleeve, and grey skinny jeans. I decide to go without shoes until I absolutely need them. I opt to run down the stairs to the floor we usually have breakfast on to find Lestrade cooking and Watson talking to him.
"Oh thank God you're here H-Amberlynne! Jack won't stop talking!" Lestrade says, noticing me immediately.
"Jack, shut up." I say with out looking at him.
"But-"
"No."
"Fine."
"How come you can do that but I can't?"
"Easy. I'm a Holmes." I say with a smirk.
"Shut up."
"Jack, you can talk."
"I take it back! I take it back!"
"Thought so. Anyway, what're you making?"
"Besides breakfast?"
"Obviously."
"I'm making crêpes."
"Awesome. There gonna be enough for the people who actually live here?"
"Don't look behind me."
I look behind him and stare, wide eyed, at the mountain of crêpes.
"I wasn't gone that long!"
"No. But I do enjoy cooking. Plus now there are so many men that cook, not just women!"
"Alright, fair enough. Need help with anything?"
"You can cut the strawberries. I won't trust Jack to not butcher them."
I set to work cutting the strawberries and it almost feels like home. Lestrade making food, me helping, Watson watching. We would do this on our days off. Just be at one of our houses and relax, when they could get me to anyway. We work in silence until we finish. Moments later everyone trickles into the kitchen in search of food.
"Holy crêpe." Jamie says looking at all the crêpes.
"Who made all these?" Luca asks.
"Dante did. He likes to cook, and you have horrible puns Jamie." I answer.
"Gee thanks." She deadpans.
"Eat up, before it gets cold." Lestrade encourages us.
That all anyone needs. We all grab crêpes, fruit and whipped cream. I sit on the counter because the table is full. Lestrade leans on the kitchen island and Watson just plops down on the floor. Jamie, Cam, Luca and Tànne move the table closer to us.
"You're part of our group now, well, until you go back to your time and disappear." Jamie says the last part quietly, almost sadly.
"Hey, if we can find a way home, we can find a way back here to visit you guys again."
"You better. I like you guys."
I just give her a look. I raise my left eyebrow with my head tilted down to my plate and raising my eyes up to meet hers.
"Well, uh, yup." I awkwardly answer.
"What?" Luca looks at me strange.
"Amberlynne can never admit if she likes something. For all her brilliance, she just doesn't do emotion, or handle them very well. Not to mention have a little fun every so often." Lestrade says, inching out of my reach while eating his crêpes.
"Hey!" I cry indignantly. "I can handle emotions if I wanted to, and have fun."
"No you can't. You always burry yourself in work." Watson says.
"Why are you siding with him?" I gesture to Lestrade with my chin.
"Because, and I can't believe I'm saying this, Dante is right."
"Oh, okay. I see how it is." I say hopping down from the counter. "Thank you for breakfast." I say curtly before exiting the room.
I head to my room and ask Jarvis not to let anyone in. It's time I started planing revenge for Lestrade, Watson, Jamie, Damion and Cam. The others just stood by, so they're fine. For Jamie, I don't know. I think I might just do blue bath, I think she has a bubble bath that turns the bubbles blue so that would be perfect. Lestrade, well he hates falling from heights. Apparently people parachute and skydive for fun nowadays. Watson, maybe I'll make sure all the clocks he has are not in sync, that'll drive him crazy. Damion, for some reason, likes cranberry juice, I think I'll do undrinkable juice. Cam, I don't know. I don't really want to do a prank on him but I would never hear the end of it from Lestrade saying I fancy Cam. I guess I could do squirting bottle. Whatever.
I grab the plastic card that Tony said was a credit card and leave my room. I leave the tower and wander until I find a store. According to the internet I need, blue food gel dye, needles, a water bottle, and strawberry jell-o. I quickly locate what I need and head to the counter to purchase them. I use the set of numbers I was given for the card then I exit the store. I realize I don't know the way back, so I wander around. I come across a clothing store and enter. I pick up a graphic, hip-hop style, t-shirt and some faded, but loose, blue jeans. I also find some black converse. If they see me come back into the tower I don't want them to question why I was out, if I can find my way back. After paying I exit the shop and take a look around. I remember passing this shop earlier. I close my eyes and think back to what my father had taught me at a young age if I were to get lost. I recount my steps and turns from the tower to figure out the distance then reverse it. I open my eyes and head in the direction of the tower. In about five minutes I'm back at the tower and silently thanking my father.
When I arrive, Jarvis informs me that Watson and Lestrade are playing video games while everyone else was learning their lesson for the day since they were home schooled. I head up to the floor that I share with all the other teenagers. I drop off the set of clothes I bought and take the blue dye from my bag and head to Jamie's room. I enter her bathroom and, as instructed, swab the inside of her tub faucet. Once I've finished that I head to the kitchen we share and take out the strawberry jell-o and Damian's cranberry juice I pour it in, give it a shake then place it back in the fridge. Then I set about having Jarvis make sure all the clocks do not correspond for Watson anyway. I take the water bottle, poke lots of holes with the needle, wipe it down carefully and make sure to place it where Cam will get it. Now all I have to do is convince Lestrade up into a plane. Shouldn't be too hard.
After everyone is done their lesson I grab them and suggest skydiving. They agree and we drag Watson and Lestrade along saying we were going for a flight. When we're all on the avengers quin jet, I coheres the others into informing Watson and Lestrade that we have to wear safety suits, just in case. Agent Barton informs us when we've reached a field and the correct altitude. Cam opens the hatch and everyone jumps out. Watson and Lestrade stand there, unmoving. I put a hand on each of their backs and, before they can get over the shock, I run forward, pushing them with me. We topple out, and I yell over both the rush of wind, and their panicked yells, explaining how to survive the fall.
We land safely, well as safe as you can get after jumping out of an air plane. Lestrade turns to me, white as a sheet of paper with wide eyes.
"That was your revenge, wasn't it?"
"Yup. For you anyway."
"Wait! Why in the bloody Hell did you bring me if it was his revenge!?" Watson utters a strangled cry.
"Eh." Was my only response as Agent Barton brings the quin jet back down to get us.
We board with Watson and Lestrade muttering to themselves.
"Damn, if that's your revenge, I really don't want to know what's in store." Cam says.
"Will they be alright?" Luca asks making a faint gesture to Watson and Lestrade.
"Eventually."
We lapse into silence the rest of the way home. Funny. Do I really think of the tower as home now? Huh. We get to the tower then Jamie has Jarvis prepare a bath for her before we start our dance practice. After we finished Jamie headed to her room for her bath. I followed everyone else to the kitchen. I watched as Cam picked up the water bottle and got water everywhere. Everyone had a good laugh at his expense, even Cam laughed in good will. Then Damion opened the fridge and pulled out his juice, that's been sitting all day. He goes to pour a glass.
"What the-?"
I smile sweetly when he looks at me. The look on his face is priceless and then everyone laughs, even Luca, who's the most serious. Watson just looks confused as he cant get the right time. Then I hear it. A shriek, as Jamie comes running into the kitchen. I can't help it. I end up laughing so hard I fall on my ass then laugh harder. Once we all calm down, Tony walks in talking to Bruce and Thor. He takes one look at his daughter then, failing to keep a serious face laughs and sets everyone off again. The other three avengers come in while everyone is laughing. Steve looks at me on the ground, then to everyone else, then back to me.
"What's going on?"
"Payback." I manage to wheeze out with a breath.
"Amber! I don't want to be blue!" Jamie complains.
"I'm sorry James, I had to." With that I melt into laughter all over again.
Later, after everything calmed down and Jamie had about five showers leaving her with only a tinge of blue to her skin, we all settled down for dinner. I've never felt this close to normal in my life. I look over to Jenifer and Watson who seem to be closer then friends would. Lestrade is sitting a respectful distance from Jamie, but they're still close, not so much as Jenifer and Watson though. I smile about the group that has become something as a second family. The only family I have in this time, I have to say, this isn't all that bad. I wouldn't mind it here, I've already started calling it my home, my room. I feel like we could belong here. Cam, who's sitting beside me, leans over to talk to me.
"How'd you know those pranks?"
"I utilized my knowledge of the technology of this time."
"So, you used the Internet."
"You're brighter than you look, for a dancer."
"Hey! You're a dancer too now." He says with a smirk.
"Ah, but I am first and foremost, a Holmes." I say with a matching smirk.
"Still a dancer."
"And detective."
"Still, dancer."
"Inventor."
"Dancer."
"Mechanic."
"Anything you don't do?"
"Depends."
"Oh?"
"I'm not that easy."
Cam raises his eyebrows at me and I can't look away from his ocean blue eyes, framed by his sandy blond hair.
I hear a cough and Cam and I break our gaze. We turn to look at Sàràh, who coughed, only to notice our audience was slightly larger. By slightly larger, I mean everyone was watching us. I start to feel embarrassed. I don't blush, I remind myself, a Holmes never blushes. Cam on the other hand, I notice he has a slight blush. It makes him look kinda cute. Wait. What?
"Haha, look at Cam! He's blushing!" Damion teases.
"Wait. Cam never blushes. Oh, what were you talking about?" Jamie adds on.
"Wouldn't Holmes be blushing as well if it was anything like that?" Luca asks.
"Holmes never blushes. I think she's incapable." Watson says.
"HA!" Jamie yells, surprising everyone. "You failed the dare!"
"Crap! I forgot about that." Watson huffs.
"And to think, you only had to wait three more minutes."
"What do you mean incapable?" Cam asks sounding serious.
"I'm not sure, she just never does. And believe me, we've been in some embarrassing situations." Lestrade explains with a slight grimace, no doubt remembering said situations.
At that point we just started talking about some of our cases, entertaining the group. There wasn't a lull in the conversation, even when we cleaned up and went into another room. We all talked well into the night. Once we were done the last tale, we went our separate ways. As soon as my head hit the pillow I fell into a peaceful sleep with a small, content smile on my face.
Again, I wanted to thank alli211 for helping me with the pranks. Please if you have a review or idea, don't be shy! Speak your mind! Anything, good review or flames help, so, please do either! Thanks for taking the time to read this!