We work on a few more things around the lab, not noticing the time until Tony's AI starts to speak.
"Sir, Capsicle has made dinner, you should eat, you've not done so all day" she says.
"Wait it's dinner time already?" He asks with a raised brow.
"It's 7:33" she replies and he sighs.
"Hey kid, join us for dinner, you're probably starving" Tony asks me.
"Sure" I shrug, as I write the answer to an equation he gave me on a piece of paper.
I then look up from the paper and pass it to him, he looks at it with slightly widened eyes.
"Jeez kid, this is amazing" he praises and I smile the slightest, "how'd you do it so quickly?" He asks in internet.
"I dunno, I just look at it and my brain works it out I guess" I shrug.
"Well that's called being a genius kid" he smirks.
We then leave the lab and make our way into the elevator whilst talking about a few things, all related to science of course.
The elevator dings as the doors slide open and we step out, still talking amongst ourselves until we get to the kitchen/dinning room.
"Hey guys, this is my new intern, Peter" Tony says as we sit down.
"Your teacher walk into any doors lately?" Barton asks with a smirk, which I return.
"No more than usual" I reply.
"Hey what happened to your face?" Bucky asks worry evidence in his eyes and they all look at the very noticeable bruises and cuts.
"Got in a fight" I say with a shrug.
"Jeez what kind of guys are you picking fights with?" Sam scoffs.
"Assholes, that's who" I say with a sigh.
"I'll bring Harley his food, he's playing GTA" Pietro says taking a plate and walking out.
Eventually the whole team are sat around the table and so we start dinner whilst talking amongst one another.
Natasha and Bucky start speaking in Russian whilst glaring at some of the team.
"Вы заметили, как холодильник издает этот странный шум?" Bucky asks her (Have you noticed how the refrigerator is making a strange noise?)
"да, мы должны попросить Тони исправить это" she replies (yeah, we have to ask Tony to fix it) I smirk slightly as Tony gulps upon their glares.
"сегодня довольно хорошая погода" Bucky says, (the weather is pretty good today).
"это может быть идеальная погода для пикника" Natasha replies whilst glaring at Sam, (it might be perfect weather for a picnic).
"вы ребята тупые? Идёт дождь" I say to them with an amused scoff, (are you guys stupid? It's raining).
"с каких пор ты знаешь русский язык?" Natasha asks me with raised brows in surprise, (since when do you know Russian?)
"с тех пор как я родился" I reply with a smirk, (since I was born).
"What the fuck is happening?" Tony asks and only now do I notice everyone looking at me with wide eyes.
"Oh they were just talking about different ways to sever your limbs from your body if you don't fix that weird noise the refrigerator is making" I say with a shrug, his eyes grow wide and he visibly gulps.
"I-I'm gonna go fix the refrigerator" he says and runs away and the three of us Russian speakers burst out laughing.
"So how do you know Russian?" Pietro asks me curiously.
"My mother was Russian, so I learned it at the same time I was learning English" I reply and he smiles. (I completely made this up 😁).
"That's so cool!" He says and I shrug.
"I guess" I reply.
"Clint stop eating your food like a bird" Natasha complains to Clint.
Oh shit.
***MEMORY***
"Stop eating so loudly you worthless piece of shit!" I hear my father yell and throws a glass bottle next to me almost hitting me.
"You're useless you know, maybe mommy would still be here if she didn't have to put up with you" he says and younger me stares at him in fear.
"Are you gonna cwy?" He pouts teasingly and throws another bottle, this time at my head, then blackness.
***END OF MEMORY***
I start to only think about that one memory, not able to get my mind off it, it still all seems kinda foggy but I shake it off, "hey kid you good?" Sam asks me with slight concern.
"Yeah I'm fine" I say clearing my throat and regaining composure.
My hands still feel shaky but I clench them into fists under the table to stop them from trembling.
"You sure? You just spaced out for like 10 minutes" Clint says with furrowed brows.
"Yeah um, ADHD" I say pulling a smile and laughing slightly.
"Dude same!" Pietro says and I chuckle.
"ADHD gang!" I say with a wide grin and we both laugh, my hands finally stop shaking much to my joy.
Eventually dinner comes to an end and I have to leave, I'm not good in social situations but I did alright today I guess. Wouldn't you say?
"Don't get mugged on your way home, it really sucks, trust me" Scott says.
"Trust me, no one's mugging me" I scoff with a slight smirk.
"That's what I said and then what happened? I got mugged" he says and I chuckle slightly.
"Well I'll look out for any muggers, cya" I say, they all say their goodbyes and I get into the elevator pressing the ground button.
The doors close and the elevator slowly descends. Thank god I didn't have a full blown flashback back then, just a little one. Plus it's not PTSD, that therapist is wrong... ugh what's the point in lying to myself.
A ding erupts me from my thoughts and the elevator doors slide open. I walk out, don't ask how I attained my skateboard, it's magic.
I walk out of the front glass doors onto the slightly darkened yet busy streets of New York. I just walk, my skateboard in hand, one: because I like the fresh air and two: because I want to spend as much time possible away from Crazy Carl.
With that it mind I walk to a park and sit at a bench breathing the polluted air. Ya gotta love New York.
I take out a cigarette from my pocket and light that mother fucker up. Before you go mad and say I'm an idiot or that I'm too young to smoke, it's not like I can die anyway nor can I get ill. Plus I enjoy it, there's nothing like some peace and quiet with a cigarette in hand.
"Didn't your parents ever tell you that smoking kills?" A random guy in red and black spandex says.
"That's kinda the point dude" I reply in amusement.
"Oh fun" he says sitting beside me.
"Wanna draw?" I ask offering him the cigarette he shrugs and take it taking a few puffs.
"Why aren't other kids like you? You're cool, the others are... bleh" he says passing me back the cigarette.
"Other kids haven't seen the shit I have" I shrug.
We spend at least an hour talking and smoking then finally we part ways and I go home. Lol can you believe the dude's name was Deadpool?! I know right?! It's hilarious!
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Don't know why I included DP but I did, no this is not spideypool sorry!
Word Count: 1200
- mayaaaa ✌🏼