Fear Her

April 7th, 2015
2:34 p.m.

“Steve, this is impossible. I don’t go grocery shopping, I’m a goddamn contract killer. I kill people, I don’t walk through the store buying Poptarts and Nutella.” Jeanette practically yelled into her phone, buying a couple of looks from some soccer moms. Ever since Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D were destroyed, Steve, Jeanette, Natasha, and Clint had gone domestic, trying to lay low. It was hard for them, especially Nat and Jeanette. Jeanette and Steve were pretending to be engaged, while Natasha and Clint had actually gotten married. It was a huge change for all of them, but they had adjusted. Kind of.

“Jeanette, we’re all adjusting. You’ll get used to it.” Steve responded cooley, and Jeanette huffed, throwing a bag of coffee into the shopping cart.

“I need to be out like shooting things, shooting people. Whatever’s closer. And I need to wash this brunette hair dye out its so boring. Domestic is boring.” She complained, getting into the checkout line. Most of the people that had overheard her conversation had moved quite far away now, but she didn’t care. They should be afraid. I could kill them with a magazine, she thought. Jeanette checked out and went out to her car. It was an old 69’ mustang she had found on craigslist. Jeanette hadn’t ever had her own car before, so she decided if she was going to get a car it would be a cool one. She put the groceries into the car and drove back to Steve’s apartment.

“Honey, I’m home” Jeanette yelled, kicking the door open. Steve smiled at her, and went to help her with the bags.

“Natasha and Clint called, they are coming over..” Steve said, and Jeanette rolled her eyes.

“This is so weird. So apple pie. I’m going to go change my hair, because if I have one more minute of domestic, cute, normal, high school diploma I will explode.” Jeanette spat, walking to the bathroom.

“Wait, you don’t have a high school diploma?”

“Shut up.”

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