Chapter Six — A Couple, An Argument And A Communicator Bother A Lot Of People.

❝I have this feeling of falling in love every time I look into your eyes. They make me feel... man, what nonsense, does anyone want to order pizza?❞

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WALKING ALONGSIDE NATASHA ROMANOFF, I wasn't exactly comfortable with the silence around us, even though my curiosity was at its peak, and my anxiety to find her group dominated a good part of me at that moment.

I didn't know what I was going to find, but nothing could get me out of my head that it would be, at least, fun. And, if it wasn't, I would make it fun.

There was a possibility that the group was something close to the Justice League of my original universe, however, the existence of Agent Romanoff and Tony Stark broke the group dynamic that I imagined while listening to the brief conversation I had with their 'captain' (and the other nosy ones).

Feeling my tongue practically itching to say something, unable to bear the feeling of anxiety slowly growing, I said what I had wanted to say for some time now: — "Are you going to give me more weapons?" — I asked, not needing to look away from the beautiful redhead beside me as I raised my right arm, shooting at an alien who had woken up for whatever reason, killing him easily. Natasha didn't even blink, seeming to have already expected me to do that. — "I'm low on ammo at the moment, and I need a supply in case you want me to help... whoever you are."

— "We call ourselves The Avengers." — She informed me briefly, and I couldn't help but notice that her expression was impeccable; calm as if it was no big deal for a group of superheroes to be created overnight. — 

"Although two members are temporary."

— "Is Anthony Stark one of them?" — I asked in the next moment, a little faster than necessary, revealing my curiosity. 

To my surprise, a tiny smile appeared on the corner of Natasha's lips, pulling at her flawless skin, and somehow making her even more beautiful. It was a very small action, but it was enough for me to have my answer.

— "Maybe."

I parted my lips, ready to let out a provocation that I would possibly regret saying until a voice burst from her communicator: — "Agent Romanoff... talking bad about me, and behind my back? I'm very disappointed in you. I thought we had already gotten over this." — Iron Man's voice was unmistakable, even if it was filled with completely faked hurt,and behind a line that made his voice a little strange.

Of course, it would be Tony Stark who would interrupt our conversation, why was I still surprised?

— "Stop listening to other people's conversations and maybe you'll understand why they're being said behind your back, Tony." — Natasha didn't even seem surprised by the billionaire's intrusion. Quite the opposite. She looked almost tired as if she had seen this more times than she could count. Or maybe she just knew each of her teammates very well.

— "I love hearing what people say about me." — I held back the urge to roll my eyes at Stark's sarcastic speech, not wanting them to know about my new ability regarding my hearing. Even I was still getting used to it, for goodness' sake. — "By the way, do me a favor and share a communicator with her, since she seems to know me very well for a civilian."

— "Everyone knows you, Tony. You're… too remarkable not to be seen." — The redhead's comment made me chuckle, unable to hold back when I realized the malice behind her words, like a compliment that seemed more like a passive-aggressive insult.

Stark remained silent for a brief moment, which was enough for me to be almost certain that he would hardly refute Natasha's words. However, to my shock, a silent turbine noise was heard from above, capturing all my attention, and I looked away to the sky, not taking long to see the scene of Iron Man's red suit approaching.

Floating in front of us like some kind of flying robot, giving a glance at Agent Romanoff, who in some strange way was as if Tony himself was looking at her with anger, the billionaire was quick to look away at me, throwing me an object the size of a blackberry.

Catching it with agility, it didn't take me long to realize that it was a communicator like the one the redhead was wearing next to me; the next moment, I put it on without the slightest difficulty, making sure to turn down the volume of the technological object a little, somewhat afraid that my hearing would be affected.

— "Good luck with those lizards, blonde." — Before I had a chance to thank him—in fact, I was going to tell him to go fuck himself for calling me that as if we were friends—Iron Man flew back into the sky; the high power used in the repulsors made a brief irritating layer of dust rise, dirtying my rented dress even more than it already was, and only serving to make me huff in irritation.

— "I'll show you the blonde when I shove one of those lizards from hell down your throat, you annoying little playboy."

Stark's laugh only served to irritate me more. And here I thought I had to press some button for him to hear me. Thank goodness I don't have to, so he can hear me swear while I'm shooting.

— "I like her." — A voice that didn't belong to the billionaire spoke in my ear, surprising me a little. Remembering moments before, I would guess that it was Agent Barton, but I wasn't sure.

Wait, can everyone hear me?! Geez, that wasn't exactly how I expected to introduce myself.

— "Agent Barton, enough of this nonsense. Quinzel doesn't need any more people supporting her... lucidity." — Natasha was the one who spoke, a thin layer of amusement present in her tone, making me smile.

Looking away from the sky, pointing my chin in her direction, I raised an eyebrow when I realized the word she used to describe me. I wasn't offended, just confused.

Of all the words she could have used to describe me to other people...

— "You can call me mentally unstable, Miss Romanoff. I don't care. Well, not nowadays, anyway, since we're at a kind of end of the world." — I shrugged my shoulders in an indifferent action, easily noticing the way the redhead raised her eyebrows in my direction, an expression of surprise appearing on her face, making it clear that she hadn't expected something like that from me.

Looking away from Natasha for a brief moment, I turned my head to the side, feeling something approaching us from the other side, at a moderate speed.

I was hoping it would be an ice cream truck, but knowing my luck… it could only be more aliens.

Fuck. I don't have a minute of peace in this life. It's not enough that the last one was horrible, worse than being some kind of reincarnation of the devil, does this one have to be so fucking bad too? Is it too much to ask for a break from this hell?

Taking a few deep breaths, and counting to ten, I was sure I was more in control. Raising my last available gun, I went back to counting the available bullets, but I was surprised to receive another cartridge from the Agent next to me.

I thanked the redhead with a look, receiving a small smile in return. Then, I put the new cartridge in my waist, squeezing the red fabric tightly, all in order not to lose it in the mess that would come.

— "By the way, for whoever is listening, you can call me Harley! Except Stark. Stark calls me Quinzel, and I only accept apologies in cash." — I went back to talking as if nothing had happened, smiling in the direction that I was sure would be my next battle, feeling the adrenaline rush once again.

Let's see what Agent Romanoff and I can do with these lizards!

— "Now, how about we dispense with introductions for now, and get straight to the fight? I'm looking forward to killing some more lizards."

Do you know when you see an angel? Or better yet! Do you know when you feel like you've found the love of your life? That everything you've been through has resulted in a specific moment? As if everything had been premeditated since you were born?

Well, if your answer is yes, congratulations! Now wake up from this dream, my dear fellow reader!

Anyway, getting back to my beautiful narration, I want to make it clear that this was most certainly not the feeling I felt when I saw Steve Rogers.

— "Holy shit, is that Captain America?" — I shouted when I finally stopped fighting the aliens for a moment, shocked by what I was seeing in front of me.

Steve Rogers was like the first superhero in this universe. Sure, I may never have cared much about his story when I was a kid — I was never really interested, even though my father gave me the vintage cards of America's golden hero when I was eight years old, as if they were precious jewels — but I knew who he was. And all thanks to history classes, a couple of high school papers about him (most of my history teachers were crazy about him), and his tragic/inspiring story.

Okay, maybe I stole a couple of letters from my dad to burn them, when I left the house, just for fun, but I ended up feeling sorry for myself, so I put a magnet behind them and used clothespins for the bills on the fridge.

But being completely honest with you? Even though he was an old man, old enough to be my grandfather, he was very attractive.

— "What?" — Steve asked after a while. Turning his neck towards me, I couldn't help but notice his chest rising and falling after having fought a bunch of lizards from hell.

— "You're very…" — I stopped myself when I noticed another alien behind him. — "Get down!" — I shouted as I raised my right arm, using the spear I had picked up on the way I had walked with Agent Romanoff. When I saw that Rogers did what I asked, I threw it at the animal, watching it fall in the next instant, now with a spear from its people in one of its eyes.

Steve remained in shock for a long minute; the expression on his face betrayed his feelings (and, thank God, his mask was not hiding his beautiful face from me), even after he stood up, and turned his torso to see what I had done, and looked back at me, shocked. However, he recovered faster than I expected he would, clearing his throat as a way to find his voice.

— "Thank you, miss."

I flashed a wide smile, the kind that showed a good part of my teeth, feeling my cheeks hurt in the process. It had been a while since I last felt so good helping someone, even America's Golden Hero.

— "All for a pretty face like yours, Captain." — I winked at him at the end, not taking long to see a pinkish color cover his cheeks in the next instant. I raised a hand to cover my lips, feeling a giggle barely slipping out; I didn't want to make him feel like a fool, since I had found his embarrassment sweet.

How could he be so cute? It should be a crime to look so adorable with red cheeks!

— "She broke him, didn't she?" — Clint's voice came through my communicator, which almost made me laugh out loud. Luckily, I managed to hold it in, turning around in the next moment, and seeing another group of lizards approaching us.

It was just me, Natasha, and Steve in that area, keeping the fight on the ground since we didn't have powers like Morana, we weren't a big guy like Hulk, we couldn't use thunder and a magic hammer like Thor, or see better from a distance like Agent Barton. And much less did we have a high-tech suit like Tony Stark.

— "She did." — Romanoff was the one who said, to my surprise. The redhead was on top of a car at that moment, shooting at some aliens on the other side, covering Captain America.

— "Who broke who?" — Another male voice came through, one I had only heard once in that time, but I could say with almost certainty that it was the Norse God called Thor.

Man, remembering all these names is going to be complicated. I can already feel my head starting to hurt.

— "Stop flirting, for God's sake, we have bigger problems to-" — Stark was the one who suddenly had the brains, to make the embarrassing situation I managed to create worse in that scenario. — "Damn it, Morana! Do you want to kill me with a heart attack, woman?"

— "Tony! I already told you twice to attract the other Chitauri Leviathan, on the other side!" — Morana's voice came out doubled, since her communicator picked up her voice, and also came out of Tony's communicator. Those two could only be together, and I'm not just referring to physically; romantically speaking. — "Don't you ever listen to me, you airhead?"

— "I do, but only in bed-"

— "Silence!" — Surprisingly, Stark obeyed. Even I cringed at his tone of voice. — "We're at war with aliens and you're thinking about sex?"

— "If you two are going to fight, at least turn off your communicators! No one wants to know what you do in bed." — Agent Barton appeared out of nowhere, settling the argument that was happening with his speech. Or at least, making the couple turn off their communicators. — "Finally! I can't stand these two yelling in my ear anymore."

— "Then turn off your hearing aid." — Natasha teased, and I could almost glimpse the smile on the corner of her lips, transforming her entire face.

In some strange way, even in the middle of yet another argument, fighting aliens that fell from a wormhole in the middle of the sky, I felt comfortable.

I was going to get along with these people. I was sure of it.

𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?

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