CHAPTER 4

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CHAPTER 4

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CHAPTER 4

THIRD PERSON POV

"We should all establish the fact that I do not normally cry, I haven't cried in four years," Lydia says, holding onto Gabriel for dear life as he keeps his head buried in her, rather messy, hair, breathing in her scent.

"Do not stress, malen'kaya lisa. We do not on average cry, either," Raven rumbles, crossing his arms and watching the two younger mates embrace each other.

"You mean you don't normally cry?" Lydia asks, turning to look at the Russian in question, a confused look on her face.

Raven breaks into a small smile as he motions his hand like he is swatting a fly, "Da, same."

"No, it's not the same. That was improper grammar, average and normal, though similar in meaning, are not exchangeable in a sentence of that context," Lydia says, turning her head in confusion before a blush covers her cheeks. She didn't mean to sound like a grammar Nazi.

Smirking Raven winks at her, loving the blush and obvious intelligence of his mate. Lydia hisses as Dr. Roberts pulls another long piece of glass from her heel, grumbling under his breath as he cuts glares up at her constantly.

She sat perched on Gabriel's lap, who sat on the end of a hospital table thing, the things with paper on them. His arms were wound around her stomach, clutching her to him, while her arms were wrapped around his.

After she started sobbing in the office, Raven had picked her up and ran around the hospital to find Dr. Roberts, thinking that she was crying cause she was in pain. It was then that Gabriel realized she was hurt, and she was crying because of what he tried to do.

The sound of shrill ringing interrupted Dr. Roberts, who was just about to comment on the fact that they should most likely discuss what had happened, both with the recent mate developments, Gabriel's mental health, and Lydia being forced to scream again.

With a groan, Lydia pulls the clear phone from her pocket out, it had been a new design she was working on that incorporated FRIDAY and the Iron Legion.

Her eyes widened as Happy Hogan's name flashes across the screen. She might have forgotten to alert anyone that they left Stark tower. She might have also stolen the Jet (even though it was hers) because she was grounded from flying it after the last time.

"Before you ask, yes I am still at home in bed, yes I ate breakfast, and no I had nothing to do with anything that has possibly happened in the last four hours," Lydia says as soon as she hits the accept call button.

"So you're telling me that the glass rain that cut fifteen people this morning, caused five car accidents, and ended with a scream wasn't you?" Happy says, his tone light and teasing.

With widened eyes Lydia looks at Raven, an idea coming to mind, "Oh no! A big Russian man just committed vandalism! I must go to stop him!"

"Why would I do vandalism?" Raven asks in a stage whisper, his eyes wide with confusion as he looks around him.

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