25 - Run Girl Run

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Track twenty five: Run Girl Run

Album: Winter Soldier

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ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᴵᴺᴳ : Diana
"Okay would you rather fight ten miniature Bruce's or one hulk size Natasha?" I asked him.

"Hum. That's a tricky one," Steve pondered as we walked up the stairs. "Is Bruce in hulk mode?"

I nodded, "All ten," I showed with my fingers.

"And Natasha..?"

"Is hulk sized after seeing the New York Time's cover," I exclaimed.

His eyes widened, "Which one?"

"Oh you know which one."

"Banner." He didn't leave seconds to think, and I didn't blame him.

That photo is one we do not talk about. We do not talk about that photo. No. No. No. No. The only thing I could even write about that photo is it showed Black Widow and Bruce Banner in a manner you'd never expect. I personally was never allowed to see the photo but I know it's bad.

"Don't blame you there," I chuckled. "But do you think I could see this alluring photo she so despises?"

"Oh no, never. No. Not in a million years. No."



I blew a raspberry, "You're no fun."

"No, but according to Tiger Beet I'm pretty awesome," he elbowed me.

"Like Tiger Beet knows anything," I crossed my arms. "They also said that I had an exclusive interview with them stating my favourite music genre was late 1940's. As if!"

"I know, I know. Your favourite is show tunes."

I grabbed his arm, "You know me so well."

"Well I better, considering you are a young me," he chuckled.

"So sweet. That is so nice," a new voice could be heard as we walked to our floor.

A familiar agent exited her room with a basket of scrunched up, but clean, clothes. Agent Sharon Carter. I noticed her presents a few days after we moved in. I didn't even know she was here until Steve invited her over for lunch after bumping into her.

Turns out she'd been 'living there for years' and didn't want to bother us. I guess she didn't want to get too close though since most of the dinner she tried to leave early, and now every time Steve invites her over she denies him.

Though I could tell Steve was smitten. Every time we walk past her he tries to start a conversation. I've told him to man up and ask her out but he always tries to find a way out of it.

I guess the two of us are just a couple of bisexual disasters.


She looked up from her basket of clothes and continued to speak into her phone, "I got to go, though. Okay. Bye," she awkwardly finished the call and gave a small smile. "My aunt, she's kind of an insomniac... Yeah."

She was obviously planning the distant type, but that didn't stop my guardian from shooting his shot, "Hey, if you want... If you want, you're welcome to use my machine. Might be cheaper than the one in the basement."

Fixing her scrubs, Carter smirked, "Yeah? What's it cost?"

"Uh..." Steve looked at me and I gave him a nod, "A cup of coffee?" He asked.

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