AN: Before you get mad and possibly throw things at me, let me apologize for being easily distracted by another story idea!
Secondly, if you haven't watched CA:TWS, don't read because there may be spoilers.
Please read and enjoy!
AN: So you know, from now all the chapters will be in Teddy's p.o.v. If there are line breaks, those are in third person. Okay? Okay.
Chapter Four: Whoops...?
"You did what?!" Steve shouted, looking at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was, as it would explain why I had let a complete stranger into my home without even asking for their name.
"I invited him in for coffee." I said, sipping at a glass of homemade watermelon lemonade. I grinned as I ate the slice of watermelon I had placed on the rim of the mason jar I loved to use. Mason jars were the hottest new trend these days, not to mention they screamed summer.
"Why?" Natasha asked, sipping at her own lemonade. We were all sitting on my small balcony, sipping ice cold drinks and enjoying the summer weather. Steve had yet to touch his, as he was too busy ranting on about the dangers of strangers. Stranger danger, stranger danger! I swear, he was like Smokey the Bear, warning me about forest fires and how only I can prevent them.
"I don't know. I was tired, it was three in the morning, and for some reason something told me to offer him coffee." I explained, taking another sip while I grabbed a skewered watermelon slice. Natasha was the only other person enjoying to snacks and drinks. Steve just had to be stubborn.
"Some reason?!" He shouted, finally sitting down and grabbing his mason jar full of summery goodness. He was trying to glare at me while I was trying to ignore him. Ten bucks said he would forgive me before I apologized.
"You know that special little thing called manners? Where you're kind to strangers and polite at the right times?"
"Yeah, what about them?" He said, looking defeated while he took a sip. His eyes lit up before he quickly hid his surprise at my skills in the kitchen. It had taken years of practice and getting hit on the hand a lot by a wooden spoon, but it was worth it to be able to cook for myself. And for the occasional friend or two. I still didn't know how to cook for large gatherings. Off topic, but just so you know.
"That's your answer as to why I did what I did." I said, smirking smugly as Steve sighed in defeat. He knew I had beaten him, and I was enjoying it.
"Did you at least catch his name?" Steve asked, trying to salvage his argument.
"No. He didn't ask for mine, so I thought it polite to not ask for his. Besides, I had already gotten on his nerves by asking all those questions and I really didn't feel like pushing my luck."
"You're going to end up dead, one of these days, you do know that, right?" Natasha stated, eating a slice of watermelon before looking out over the water.
"Preaching to the choir, over here." I said, taking a satisfying sip from my jar. I grinned as Steve ate a slice before sighing and leaning back in his seat. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, like my father used to do whenever he caught me running around roofs. I chuckled when Natasha and Steve's phones went off. Ten bucks that it was Fury texting them.
"Duty calls." Steve said, setting his jar down and standing up. He threw his jacket on and turned to wait for Natasha. Who was already gone. Bitch even took my mason jar with her.
"You think she ever gets tired of doing that?" I asked.
"Nope."
"If I didn't already know that Batman was a man, I would bet a fortune that she was the masked crusader." I said, earning an eye roll from one such masked man. Although he wasn't necessarily masked this time, however, you get my point.
"Batman is a comic book character."
"So were you."
"Are you certain you're not some clone of Maria's?" He asked, sounding disgruntled that I had called him out like that. I snickered as he walked out.
"99 percent positive!" I shouted after him.
"Positive about what?" He shouted back, about to close my front door.
"About not being a clone!"
"How would you know?"
"Don't know!" I said, laughing as he slammed the door close. I swear, I could hear his eyes roll in that thick head of his. I shook my head to let my hair come a little loose from its lazy braid and stood up. I stretched and walked over to my balcony. I leaned against the railing and smiled, closing my eyes and letting the sunshine warm my face. I reached up a hand and lightly ran a finger over my scarred eye. I sighed and focuses on opening it up. I couldn't feel it, but something inside told me it was open. I knew from memory that my eye was no longer a dark brown like its copy; it was a milky brown that couldn't reflect light. It unnerved people because it just stared straight out. I agreed when people called it freaky. I always kept it closed and covered so I wouldn't have to see it in the mirror everyday.
However, there had been one person who didn't think my eye was freaky. An old woman, a mystic if you will, who I would see everyday in the local market. She would always offered me a piece of sound advice and a comforting shake of her walking stick. When she had seen my eye, she immediately told me that it was a gift from the dead. I had almost screamed at her, until she explained that my eye, particularly the color, meant I could see the Other Side. The plane of spirits.
That had been months ago, and while I wasn't sure if she was still alive or not, I still held onto that little nugget of golden truth.
Why?
Because she had been right. I can see the dead, just like a lot of people can, however, I'm more sensitive to it than normal people. And no, I'm not a mutant. I do not belong at Xavier's, because honestly, how useful can seeing the dead be? I would just be dragged off to every haunted house, hospital, hotel, etc. and asked to contact the dead. Which, by the way, that doesn't work. I can only SEE, not CONTACT the dead.
Freaky? Totally. Cool? Kind of.
Not cool when I'm walking down a street and stumbled onto a murder site and see some dead guy just standing there, staring off into space. Trust me, freaky as hell and damn near gave me a heart attack.
Okay, go ahead, yell at me for taking forever. I deserve it, I really do. However, please also tell me what you think about the chapter and the development of Teddy. The idea literally sprung into my head after reading some Latino myths the other day.
Also, tell me what you want to happen in the next chapter. Person with the best idea wins!