"OMG!" Pietro's one night stand screamed, clumsily grasping the grand entrance to one of Tony's many kitchens. "You're green! And RED!"
Lana's eyes opened wide, forgetting about her Tapioca that was slowly starting to burn on the stove. Considering her very limited capacity within SHIELD, she had never actually met Vision face to face, and had only briefly read about him in reports that made Tony Stark look stupid for doing something so reckless, despite the outcome. But she was particularly impressed with how the girl was now mumbling about Vision's various colors AND that she was the first human being she had eve heard say OMG seriously in a conversation
Lana, too, was impressed with Vision's colorful appearance, but she didn't feel the need to shout it at the top of her lungs in a kitchen that sounded like an echo chamber.
"Yes." Vision said, with a smooth, typical lilting British voice. "I am green. And I am also red." There was nothing mocking in the way he said those words. It was more like the way a parent explained things to a troubled child, Lana thought to herself.
"Pietro." Natasha snapped, her short red waves bouncing in a halo around her head. Lana hadn't noticed her coming back to the kitchen, but that was nothing out of the ordinary. Just like it was also nothing out of the ordinary for a one Pietro Maximoff to have his ass handed to him by an expert martial artist.
Vision looked quirked an eyebrow, with a silent question conveyed to Wanda about the current situation. Wanda only sighed, and her honey haired companion gave her a light tap on the back to commiserate the situation, and moved towards the door as Pietro's companion continued to get more bent out of shape over Vision's shades of color.
"You two!" The girl screamed at Wanda and Lana. Lana clucked her tongue. She had not managed to escape this situation that was quickly unfolding. "Where is Peter? Why did you let some hoodlum thing in his beautiful home?"
Wanda looked to Lana, and mouthed 'hoodlum'. Lana just shook her head and leaned back on the counter.
Across the room, Natasha sighed, and took out her phone. "Agent Hall. Please come collect our guest. Maximoff doesn't seem capable." Rolling her eyes, Lana resumed her arduous walk out of the room. Agent Hall the coward was coming to collect a she beast. Ha. He can't even deal with a god. How is going to handle a girl with raging hormones?
"Who's Agent Hall? Is Peter under house arrest?" The girl's words faltered. "You!" She yelled out again to Lana. "Are you going to find him?"
Mustering up the most fake smile she could, she said, drawing upon her brief coffee shop experience, "Of course. Would you also like a drink with that?" Not waiting for an answer, she spun around on her heel and exited.
Just outside of the elevator, she unintentionally found Pietro, leaning against the wall, just out of sight of the kitchen.
"Pietro." Lana started. "Can you please get her to leave?"
He rubbed his hair the wrong way. "I'm trying to to-" If Lana could have, she would have shot daggers with her eyes.
"No you aren't!" She smacked him on the upper arm, and he gave her a reproachful glare in return.
"She's difficult." He said with defeat. "She's clingy, she keeps turning up where I go." He complained.
"Kind of sounds like you. Unwanted, but everywhere anyways." Lana teased. While he was incredibly annoying, she had gotten used to his erratic presence. She might even miss him when this debacle ended. Maybe
"Yes, but I think you want me there." He said, stepping slightly closer, and brushed stray hairs out of her face. Blue eyes met grey as Lana unintentionally gulped.
The former Croatian turned bright red as the speedster straightened his frame and waltzed into the kitchen. She might not mind his presence, but did she really want him there?
Lana was left behind with a beet red blush gracing her face, quite unsure of what the fluttering sensation she felt meant in her stomach.
"No, I do not!" She cried out childishly at his disappearing back. He probably didn't hear it over the once again shrill sounds coming to her from the kitchen.
The ding from the elevator interrupted her amused focus on the events unfolding in the kitchen. Spinning around, her stormy gaze was met none other than Agent Hall, the cowardly man who thought a gun would stand a chance against a bulletproof god. I wouldn't have minded him to test that bit out, though.
Agent Hall did not seemed very pleased to see her again. "Have fun!" She called out to him as he rushed to both access the situation inside the kitchen, and to avoid her. And she hadn't even made fun of him that much.
But just as Agent Hall disappeared behind the wall, Pietro jogged with the girl angrily following behind him.
"Listen, Jessica," - "It's Jennifer!" She hissed indignantly.
"Listen, Jennifer. I am very sorry, but last night was a mistake." He said earnestly. Glancing over at Lana who was watching with poorly hidden interest. He imperceptibly nodded his head back at the now name Jennifer.
"A complete mistake. I acted irrationally after my fiance and I had a fight, and i was so angry…" He trailed off, once again giving Lana a look. Lana then realized, that she was the fiance.
Cocking her head to one side like a confused puppy, she made a split second decision to follow her 'fiance's' lead.
"HOW COULD YOU?" She screeched. Lana was going to have fun with this. A lot of fun. "You cheated on me because we had a little disagreement about what color curtains we would have? How dare you?" With mock rage and laughter that was dying to be ripped from her, she stormed up to the slack faced Slovakian and slapped him across the cheek.
It wasn't very hard, but Pietro did recoil in surprise. He had not seen that coming. But she wouldn't be able to surprise him like that again.
"I was going to marry you!" Lana wailed dramatically. She peered to the side at Jennifer, who currently had an unreadable expression on her face. Her brown eyes snapped to Lana's, and rushed towards her, with arms wide open.
"I'm so sorry! I didn't know, and he wasn't wearing a ring. I wouldn't have if I'd have known!" Jennifer exclaimed with genuine remorse in her voice. Lana felt a twinge of pity for her. The girl wasn't particularly nice, but she was giving her a hug for an assumed wrong doing on her own part. The stormy eyed girl half heartedly gave her a pat on the back.
"It's okay." She said awkwardly. With a wicked grin she shot in Pietro's direction, "It's not like it's the first time." Jennifer's finger jabbed in the speedster's direction.
"You're can do so much better than him." She said. Lana just sighed and nodded her head. "No, like, really, you can do sooooooo much better than him." Her nostrils flared. "He's really not that great. Not last night, anyways." Lana's eyes grew wide. That was information that she never ever needed to hear about Pietro!
He looked rapidly between the two girls in front front of him. "What, that's? No!" He sputtered.
Jennifer tossed her cascading brown locks behind her back. "Yes, and you know it!" She looked to Lana one more time. "Leave him. There are a loooooot of the fish in the sea for someone like you. Just," her hand reached out to smooth Lana's hair, "brush your hair more and I'm sure you won't have to be stuck with someone like him".
Lana frantically wanted to smooth the sides of her head. Was it seriously that bad? Should she interpret what this professional clubber had to say as a compliment or an insult? But it didn't matter, because without another word, Jennifer aggressively pushed the elevator button, and stepped inside the already present elevator, with Agent Hall squeezing in behind her. Lana guessed he had to make sure that she left the building without any other problems.
"So." She started, cocking her eyebrow at Pietro. "Where's my ring?"
Unsurprisingly, Lana did not recieve any engagement ring from Pietro, nor did she get any response from him. He had gulped and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Lana sighed in defeat as she trudged back into the now empty kitchen. With tired, hunched shoulders, she looked around, wondering where everyone had gone. And with true sadness, she turned off the element on the stove containing a pot of was once tapioca. Now it resembled steaming tar. Not wanting to deal with it, she lifted the pot into the sink and left it to drown in water.
She had always had the taste for tapioca, she remembered. Lana couldn't really remember a time that she hadn't liked it, although tapioca was something that was part of her diet much as a child. Lucky for her brother, considering he had an immense dislike for the pudding.
"Blech!" Alex spat, a silver spoon in his mouth. "Why is there this crap in the fridge?" He demanded as he desperately tried to get the taste out of his mouth.
"Why wouldn't it be in the fridge? And what did you think it was, anyways?" Lana questioned as she took the container of tapioca out for herself. Most people would consider tapioca for breakfast. Lana Lazar was not most people. Taking a clean spoon from a drawer, she was about to dig in to the delicious, chewy pudding when she was sorrowly interrupted by a methodical knocking at the door.
"How much do you want to bet it's Jehovah's witnesses again?" She asked her brother as she skipped the door, annoyed that she had to be once again subjected to unwanted social interaction. Not even bothering to look through the peephole, she yanked the door open, only to be met with an unexpected sight; a man in a leather trench coat. A man in a leather trench coat with an eye patch. Like a pirate. His far less intimidating companion was a kind faced and in a crisp suit.
"Ms. Lazar, my name is Nick Fury." the man spoke in a gruff voice, stepping forward into her and her brother's apartment. "Can I have a moment of your time?
The first time she had ever met Fury. It seemed like she had known him forever, although she had been having dealings with SHIELD for only a few short years. Bitterly, she remembered how many times she had to cancel plans with her brother for her new exciting job at SHIELD, how many times she had to say, sorry, next time. Lana still didn't even know how the shady organization had found her in the first place. Not even she had been really sure of what she could do, so how they?
If she had not been so excited by the prospect of helping the world, a line they had sold her on, she might have a brother still. Or maybe she would have perished with him during the attack of New York. And maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't have this agonizing ripping sensation, a hole in her heart that could never be filled.
You have every right to be angry at my absence. But I'm back now, and I fully intend on finishing this story, although it will stray very far from the current Marvel universe. If you have any suggestions for me regarding where this story will go, please tell me! And I'm not very sure about this chapter, so it may be edited to better reflect what I had intended for it to originally be when I wrote years (!) ago. I will also be editing past chapters as well. So follow, comment, and favorite, because there will be lots more to come!