When Agent Arielle Anson gets a new gig with Nick Fury and the Avengers, she's in for something much bigger than she could've ever dreamed of-quite literally. Her brains have gotten her this far, along with her kick ass punches. Arielle is the under...
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I watch Bruce as he studies his blood sample, the information appearing on the screen. I can't focus. Not even for a second. All I can think about is the plan tonight. The plan we're going through with behind Bruce's back.
He goes on and on about something, about his cells—the usual. Every month he does an extensive study on himself to see if there is any change in his situation.
I hear him talking as if he's just background noise, all I can think about are the flashbacks of the deep stories Grant told me about him and his family that I'm going to use to trigger his rage. I go over them all in my head, my brain sending me waves of flashbacks as I decide which to choose from.
Bruce finally realizes I'm somewhere else and his louder voice throws me out of my state.
"Ari? Ari—Are you okay?" He asks, looking over at me worriedly. He tilts his head, checking me over.
I snap out of it, my nervous eyes widening as I realize I've dozed off for far too long. "Yeah—I'm fine. Sorry." I shake my head, forcing a nervous smile. I'm not doing very good at hiding myself.
I glance over at the clock, noticing the time is getting closer, growing nearer. I know I have to leave soon.
"You got something on your mind?" He asks, putting his iPad down, giving me his full attention. Dammit.
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I tilt my head, smiling at him half way. "Just stress. Nothing we haven't already talked about." I lie. I get a sick feeling in my gut. He slowly begins to nod, swallowing thickly. "Are you sure? It seems like it's bothering you a lot." He persists.
I nod, "It is. I think I just...I need to get out some excess stress. I need to train, or something." I groan.
"Be careful with that hand, babe." When I hear his voice calling me babe, I get butterflies, my body pleading with me. My gut is telling me to straighten up. I feel so bad already.
He starts putting things away, as if he's ready to head upstairs—ready for bed. "You headed to bed?" I ask him, running a hand through my hair as I move it out of my face. Bruce nods, cleaning up a bit. "Yeah—I'm gonna take another crack at this tomorrow. I think my brain needs a break." He chuckles. He puts a few more things away before he starts to walk towards the door.
