It Starts with a Spark

Chapter 15
‘Do you guys have any eggnog?” I ask as Is it in the back of a (rather small) van. There are a total four agents with me, two in the front and two in the back with me. Two of them just freeze, the driver laughs but the one in the passenger seat hands back a bottle in a paper bag. “See he gets it,” I take a sip, wincing as it goes down. “A girl wrestles two people to the ground and she needs a drink.” I say as I take another swig.
“So you’re dating Spider-Man?” asks one of the ones in the back.
“Yup.”
“I thought you dating Hawkeye.” One of them states, this is the driver. I laugh, lots of people think Clint and I are dating, even though he’s (obviously) with Natasha.
“He’s my big brother.” I say.
“I heard you dated agents.” One of them says, a bit disappointedly.
“I’m seventeen.” I say simply as I take another sip from the bottle. This apparently wasn’t the right thing to say, because one of them plucks the bottle from my hands.
“Seriously? You are part of a secret government organization that deals with super-heroes and aliens. You guys are worried about underage drinking?” I pout as we pull to the stop.
“C’mon Princess, you’re supposed to go to the infirmary.” Says the one who handed me the bottle. He leads me out of the van, I shrugged off his hands.
“I need to go see my boyfriend, he was- “
“Agent Barton, I’d like a word.” Steve says, as he frowns at me through his mask.
“What? I need to go see- “
“You need to go the infirmary.”
“No I- “
“That’s an order Barton.” I glare at him. God damn him, ordering me around. Stomping and glowering the entire way, Steve and I walk down to the infirmary.
The medic, told me that I was fine. I’d broken my nose and a rib and dislocated my shoulder. I also had sprained three fingers. I was told to lay off the tackling and to be wary of button-smashing video games.
“Now we can go see Peter.” Steve says, as he leads me deeper into the headquarters.
“where are we going?” I demand as I struggle to keep up. Steve is about good foot and a half taller than me, and I’m not known for my long legs.
“Peter’s identity is a very sensitive matter. Only a select few people know about it. Bruce and Tony have agreed to be his physicians to be sure his identity was kept secret.” Steve says as he leads me into Bruce’s lab.
“Oh.” I says simply, as I notice Peter who is laying on a bed hooked up to a dozen machines. He looked a little bruised and battered but he was alive.
Bruce looks up from his charts and readjusts his glasses.
“Anna didn’t know you had any interest in Spider-Man.” He says as he avoids eye contact.
“Tony told you didn’t he?” I ask
“You know he did; Tony isn’t one to keep secrets unless it’s about himself. Most of the time not even then.” We stand in silence for a moment, I don’t want to ask. I don’t know if Peter was really okay.
“He’s fine. A little bruised and beat up. He should be up soon, with one killer headache.” He says gesturing towards Peter. I let go of a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“Did you really tackle a news reporter and beat her over the head with her microphone?” Bruce teased.
“I didn’t tackle her! I just knocked her down, with my body.” I defend and Bruce laughs,
After a bit Steve and Bruce left leaving me alone to sit by Peter’s bedside. Waiting to wake up, but he doesn’t. Despite Bruce telling me that he was fine, I still felt uneasy. This isn’t exactly a good place to be, watching your boyfriend sleep while hoping that he’ll wake up soon. The worst part is that it’s my fault.
I couldn’t stop Veronica from attacking Peter. He would have died tonight if it weren’t for someone else’s quick thinking.Peter would have died and I was helpless. Veronica could have taken me out easily. I was a liability. Stopping super-villains, it was too much. I wasn’t cut out for being a super-hero, not the way Peter was. Maybe I should stick to killing people for a living. Forget about all this hero junk.
Maybe I shouldn’t be Red Hood anymore.

Notes