Chapter 15: Ghost of the Past

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"What do you mean your first enemy?" Dr. Banner questioned.

Sighing, I pulled myself up to sit on the table so I could explain the past Taylor and I shared. It wasn't a fun road to go down, but, hey, who else is going to tell them?

"Have you ever been at a point in your life where you have to make a decision that will change you forever?" I took their silence as a yes. "Well, Taylor was mine. He's the one who I had to...get rid of in order to protect my team and family."

The wall started to seem very interesting as the group in front of me started to process what I had said. Clint was the first to speak up, voicing what no one would say or hadn't connected yet.

"You killed him?" he deadpanned.

Before I could respond, Logan stepped up, "Technically, he did it himself."

Logan put a hand on my shoulder to comfort me and let me know that I wasn't the one who killed him.

"Get real, Logan. It was me."

"You gave him a choice."

Rolling my eyes, I shrugged Logan's hand off and got off the table to stand behind Remy who was typing on the keyboard again.

"Doesn't matter. What's done is done," I crossed my arms as I leaned over to watch Remy. "Code Red?"

"Oui," Remy smirked at me over his shoulder. "We'll be able to find him if he so much as walks across a street."

"Code Red?" Thor asked, watching as windows popped up on the screen and Remy dismissing them as he typed in line after line of codes.

"Remy is hacking into security cameras so if Taylor is near one we can find him." I explained.

"I should make you do this, petite. I am on vacation, sort of." Remy commented, causing me to pull the rolling chair that he sat in away from the desk and pulling up another for me to sit in.

Cracking my knuckles, I looked up at Remy to give him a challenging smirk as if to say 'Watch this'. Once my fingertips met the holographic keyboard, they started to dance across it as my eyes remained trained on the screen. My eyes never strayed to look at the keyboard, confident in moves as I typed in the codes Remy taught me growing up.

Remy kept a hand on the back of my chair as the others watched in amusement as the Frenchman teased me about my skills in a friendly way that I familiar with.

"Are you sure that's the right line?"

"That looks wrong to me."

"Petite, surely Remy has taught you better."

He kept shooting out comments as I kept typing barely containing my smile as we fell back into our old ways.

"Like you could do any better, LeBeau."

"I know for a fact that I can do better."

"Back off, old man. Times have changed."

Laughing at my last comment, I didn't notice Remy move his hands to my stomach as kept my eyes trained on the screen. His fingers moved against my rib cage, causing me to laugh and try to pry his hands away.

"Remy." I tried to reprimand him, but my constant giggling made him continue.

Finally, Logan separated us so I could finish typing the codes. A slight smile stayed on my face as I put in the last of the code and leaned back in my chair.

"Done. Jarvis will alert us when we get a hit on him."

Pushing the chair away from the table, I stretched and yawned, causing me to check the clock on the wall. It was close to 11 and I hadn't done any homework to turn in the next day.

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