A/N I know what you're all thinking, no, my wrist is not better. I just... I felt bad for not updating in two weeks, so over the past week I spent a little time typing up the next chapter. And this one is rather long, so yeah, it took a while. But it was all worth it for you guys! I also figured it could be a belated Chritmas present. Anyway, here's Chapter 22! Oh, and make sure to read the author's note at the end! Important announcment!

Chapter 22: Another Executive Decision

            After the “actual” doctor had checked him out for “extra measures”, Peter left to get cleaned up. I still sat on the table though, thinking of how to mend Peter and mine’s relationship. I sit on the table and look up to the 4 men staring at me. After a few seconds of exchanging glances, no one really knowing what to say, Barton asks, “You really care about him, don’t you?” I look at him baffled with a furrowed brow. Why wouldn’t I, of course I care about Peter.

            “Yes.” I simply say, looking him in the eye.

 Looking back at me, he sighs and says, “Come on, we have to figure out what to do with you.” I hop off the table and head for the door, I was right they’re see through sliding glass doors, but Stark steps in my path. He holds up handcuffs and I give him a “really” look. I think I’ve had my fill of my hands being literally, and metaphorically, tied, as well as my body being injected with serums.

“Look, I’m not going to escape. I don’t know how I feel about you people, but I will cooperate.” They look unconvinced. “I-I… promise I won’t… I won’t escape.” I finally spit out, looking away. I don’t like making promises. I can’t always fulfill them and I hate that, so I rarely make them.

“How do we know we can trust you?” Stark asks.

I look him in the eye and say, “If I don’t keep my word, you can kill me. I don’t have much going for me, and there isn’t a lot you can take away from me that already hasn’t been taken.” I’m not afraid of dying, but I’m definitely not ready to die. Stark shares glances with everyone as they seem to finalize a decision telepathically. When Stark looks back to me he says, “Okay,” while tossing the handcuffs onto a table.

“I’m going to stay here and go over her records.” Banner says, turning towards a screen, while the rest of us walk out. Stark leads us, Rogers and Barton on either side of me as we walk back to the elevator. I look around for some kind of speaker that the British voice could have come out of.

            “What are you doing?” Stark asks.

            “Where did that voice come from?” I ask still looking at the ceiling of the elevator as it ascends.

“What voice? You mean Jarvis?” Big Bird asks.

            “If that’s what you call the British voice I heard, then sure.” I answer, not stopping my search.

            “He’s wired through the entire tour.” Stark answers my question. I make an “O” shape with my mouth and look straight out as the doors as they open. We walk out into the room that I’m presuming to be the one they left me in. I look around in awe. I’ve never seen such a room like this before. It seems so fancy, I might actually break something by looking at it too long and infecting it with my rural-ness. Sure I’ve been in regal buildings, but never something like this, never so modern and what was that word Heidi used? Chic? Yeah, chic sounds right. Plus whenever I was in those types of buildings, I was always on call. Always acting. The 3 seem to take notice of my wondering and awing gaze. Still not looking at them I say, “Sorry, I’ve never really been in a room so… extravagant.” Walking from the elevator, you’re on a marble floor platform that has several stair entries into a pit seating area. There are two grey couches with a glass coffee table in front of them. A huge flat screen TV takes place on the wall there too. Behind one of the couches is a nicely stocked bar, Iron Buns touch I see. Behind the other couch though is a counter bar that separates the sitting area from the kitchen. Looking into the kitchen I see stainless steel appliances with a large wooden table in the back. All the way across the room there’s another hallway and a separate door and elevator.

 Stark walks over to the bar and pours himself a glass of scotch while saying, “Really? It’s not that fancy. In fact Pepper and I were thinking about redoing it.”

“Are you kidding me?” I say taking a few steps so I’m not shouting across the room, “Your couch is more fashionable than my entire wardrobe.” Although his couch seems to be just grey leather with several black, silver, and white pillows, I’m sure it’s Gucci or something. I hear Big Bird chuckle while walking into the kitchen and grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge. It’s at that point, I realize I’m not in my Viper suit, but actual clothing.

“Well your apartment seemed pretty nice.” Cap says walking up next to me, trying to reassure me.

“That’s because I know how to decorate. Most of that stuff I got from thrift shops.” I tell him. “Speaking of my apartment, you guys didn’t mess it up too much, did you?” I ask looking at him.

            “No.” He says, shaking his head. I look at him skeptically but Barton comes over.

            “I went through your cabinets looking for a pot and Bruce looked around, but I don’t think he moved anything.” Now looking at Barton I ask, “Yeah, but what about the blood?” He opens his mouth to answer, but a women’s voice resonates.

            “You wouldn’t have to worry about blood if you had never shot me in the first place.” Romanoff says walking in, in a white t-shirt, jeans and the same boots she had on before. Her hairs slightly damp too. She walks in the kitchen and Barton meets her there.

            “In all fairness, you shot at me first.” I say shrugging my shoulders and turning towards the kitchen. I can see her roll her eyes as she grabs a vitamin water from the fridge. I smirk at her response of… Oh right, nothing! Barton grabs a strand of her hair with his index finger and thumb.

            “You shower?” He asks.

            “Yes.” She replies walking around him to the table. I become instantly jealous. Not because Big Bird was talking to her, ew. But because she showered. Although I showered this morning, I usually shower after a mission or fight, so it burns me to know she’s able to. “And by the smell of things, you need to one too.” She finishes sitting down. Barton lifts up one of his arms and takes a whiff, instantly recoiling. I laugh and he looks at me while pointing.

            “Why didn’t you say anything?”

            “I didn’t think it was my place to do so.” I say shrugging again. “But if it makes you feel better Spangles here is pretty ripe as well.” I say pointing my thumb back towards Rogers. Keeping his hands on his belt buckle, he picks up his left arm slightly and leans down and inhales. The face he makes when he straightens out make me laugh again and he promptly says, “Yeah, I’m going to go shower,” while walking off.

            “Me too.” Big Bird says walking after him.

I hear Stark come around the bar and say, “Different showers I hope.” Barton sighs as he exits and I laugh. He comes up next to me with a full glass again and asks, “What about you Handsy? Care to freshen up?” I look at him and consider it, but before I can answer he’s already walking off waving for me to follow and saying, “Come on, you can use one of the spares. You can actually stay in the room until we know Fury’s plan for you.”

I catch up to him and say, “Ah yes, how much has Patches been on your asses to find me.”

“After we started working he let us be.”

“Really? Doesn’t seem like the type to let something like that go.”

“He’s pretty moody, worse than a pregnant women.”

“Because you know how a pregnant women acts.” I retort as we continue down the hall.

“Well, hopefully I continue to assume those kind of things.” Is all he says. After a few seconds he sighs and says, “Not bad Leiton, but I’m still pissed at you for wrecking my suit 3 times now,” while waggling one of his fingers on the hand that’s holding his glass.

“Hey, I’m only defending myself. It’s not my fault that’s the only way to disable you in a fight.” I point out.

“Yeah, I guess I can’t blame you. I’m just so amazing the only way to defeat me is to destroy a suit.” He boasts. I roll my eyes, but can’t stop the smile from spreading on my face. He stops at a door and opens it. “Here we are.” He says as I walk in. I look around in awe once again as I walk around. The far wall is made up of several glass window panels, the right wall has a king-sized bed with a naked frame and white sheets, and the left wall has two doors with a huge TV in between them with a white couch and a couple chairs on the floor in the middle of the room. Stark chuckles at me as I wonder the room.

I stop, pointing a finger at him and say, “Laugh all you want Metal Head, but you’re used to this. I grew up in a 1 story house in a small town. I’ve never had the opportunity to experience all this.”

Still laughing he reminds me, “Yeah, well don’t get used to it,” while walking out and closing the door behind him. I sigh as I realize he’s right. After looking at the room some more, I walk to the bed, my fingers glazing over the covers as I walk to the head of the bed. I sit down my fingers still rubbing the soft material and take this all in. By promising not to escape, I’ve basically given myself up. No more Viper. In fact they’ll probably put me in a special cell later today. Hell, I probably won’t even get that luxury. SHIELD’ll just throw me into a regular cell; not caring if I pass out or not. It’ll be easier for them that way actually… No, Peter won’t let that happen… Who am I kidding? Peter won’t have a say in any of this, he most likely won’t even care. I shake my head as I lean down to untie my shoes. I kick the now loose boots off my feet, peel my socks off and as I walk to the bathroom, I undo my pants and take of my shirt. I toss them and my underwear onto the couch while walking through the door way on the left, that I see leads to the bathroom. I grab one of the towels, wrap it around myself and walk to the shower. I don’t see any shower knobs in the glass cell, but a tablet in the wall.

“Uhh…” I say pressing a button on the tablet.

“If you are unaware of how to operate the shower, I’d be more than happy to assist you.” A British voice says, causing me to jump. I look towards the door, but see no one. Then I remember Iron Buns’ electronic butler. Jarvis I believe?

“Ummmm, sure.” I say turning back towards the shower. The water turns on and I hang my towel on the hook outside the shower and step inside.

“Is the water temperature appropriate, Ms. Leiton?” Jarvis asks.

“Perfect.” I purr as I let the water soak me. After a few minutes of letting the water relax my muscles, I realize there’s no soap. “Um, Jarvis?” I ask the air.

“Yes, Ms. Leiton?” I hear.

“Yeah, soap?” I ask, looking around the bare shower walls.

“My apologies Ms. Leiton, I hope these choices are to your liking.” He says as a few bottles come out of the wall on a trey. Not caring about scents, I just grab 3 different bottles labeled “Body Wash”, “Shampoo”, and “Conditioner”.

“Thanks J.” I say, already giving him a nickname. I set the 3 bottles on the ground as the others slide back into the wall, and continue with my shower. After about 20 minutes, I figure I should change because someone will probably come get me soon. “Mind getting the water, Jarvis?” I ask as I grab the towel and step out of the shower. I towel dry my hair leaving it tangled and still slightly damp, then pat myself down. I wrap the towel around myself and open the door. As I walk out I see Steve Rogers across the room, in a light blue t-shirt, jeans and black shoes, inspecting something that was on the nightstand. With his back to me and slightly damp hair himself I stare at him, trying to figure out why he’s here. I knew someone was going to get me, but I expected Peter or Stark, Romanoff even, but not… Rogers. After a minute or so passes, Jarvis speaks.

“Captain Rogers, I feel obligated to notify you Ms. Leiton is done showering.” Rogers spins around and when he sees me he immediately looks away.

“Viper, y-you didn’t bring your c-clothes into the bathroom w-with you?” He stutters, his eyes not daring to look towards me. I quickly look at my clothes sprawled on the couch. He obviously didn’t see that before, but he does now. Realizing what his words mean, I cross my arms over my chest as an extra measure of keeping the towel up.

“Uh, yeah.” I say rather awkwardly. His face is a tint of light pink and he rubs the back of his head while saying, “Right, I’ll uh, go wait in the closet for you.” He quickly walks over to the other door in the room that must be the closet.

Before he reaches it though I say, “Cause that’s so much better.” I walk out to the middle of the room and gesture to the closet as I say that.

He shakes his head, turns and says, “Of course, I’ll be in the hall,” all while looking at the floor. Not seeing me, he walks and bumps into me causing me to start to fall. Before I do he grabs my shoulders and pulls me back up. I look down to make sure I’m still covered. Oh thank God. I tighten the towels grip as I look back at Rogers whose face couldn’t be redder. Being this close to him, with only a towel covering me, I can feel my own cheeks heat up. I look up at him, and his eyes contrast to the red, plus the shirt make them pop, and… add a little bit of a sparkle to them… Whoa! What?! K, not okay Leiton. Wait, did I say that out loud? I look back to Rogers, but he seems unfazed. Guess I didn’t. Okay, cool, go me, now back to the awkwardness at hand. He clears his throat and opens his mouth to say something, but I hold my hand up to stop him.

“Hallway.” I say while pointing my thumb back towards the door with a nod and closing my eyes so not to look at him.

“Yeah.” He says, which I look back at him to, while nodding and walking around me and out the door, closing it behind him. Well, that couldn’t have been more awkward.

“Could not agree more, Miss.” Jarvis says. Jesus! Even in front of the robot – is he a robot? – I can’t keep my thoughts inside my head! I guess every time can’t be as lucky as 30 seconds ago. I roll my eyes annoyed with myself and walk to the couch. I get dressed pretty quick, wanting this whole process to finish as fast as possible. When I stand I see my reflection in the black TV and cringe slightly at how tangled my hair is. I walk to the bathroom and already lying on the counter is a hair brush. I rake it through my hair, place it back on the counter top, and walk out of the bathroom and to the bed. On the pillow lies my folded socks and my boots are nicely lined up against the bed. I could have sworn this was less organized… Did Rogers…? No, Jarvis probably tidied up. “My apologies, Ms. Leiton, but Captain Rogers did organize your socks and shoes while you were showering.” Jarvis says causing me to jump, again. I really, really, need to stop thinking out loud.

“Oh,” is all I say when I sit down on the bed. I put my socks on, tie my boots and walk to the door. When I open it, there Rogers stands, leaning his back against the wall, arms crossed, head down. At the sound of the door he looks up and pushes his back against the wall to straighten. “Shall we?” I say, gesturing for him to guide me down the hallway. He walks in front of me and waves his hand for me to follow. I see he’s leading me back to the sitting area and I ask, “So, what’s going on?”

“Director Fury has instructed us to bring you back to SHIELD headquarters in DC, the Triskelion.” Rogers says as we enter the room. Everyone’s here sitting, waiting for me. When Peter sees me he stands up and walks over to me, smiling. Stark has probably told all of them what I said. I can’t exactly say I’m happy about going to a SHIELD base in DC, but I return a very weak smile. He embraces me in a hug, and at first I’m shocked, but I do return it gratefully.

He backs away with his hands still on my shoulders and quietly asks, “Would you mind answering some questions they have before we go?” His voice is gentle, as if he understands how hard this is for me. Or as if he’s giving his enemy the final death blow… Giving up my whole life to SHIELD… Whelp, out of everyone after me, I suppose SHIELD is the best. After all it did lead me to Peter and at least my fellow inmates won’t be boring. I obviously can’t keep my past a secret so what do I have to lose?
            “Not at all.” I say, looking Peter in the eye. I want him to know that I mean it and won’t lie to him or any of them. We walk over to the couches and seeing as the only open space to fit both me and Peter is next to Hawkeye, I go ahead and sit down, pulling Peter after me. I let go of Peter’s arm and serve the room. Next to me are Barton, Romanoff, and Thor where on the next couch is Rogers, Stark, and Banner. Before anyone asks anything, Thor reaches his hand across Barton and Widow, which wasn’t hard, and places it on my knee.

“My apologies, Lady Viper, for I caused your impaired vision.” He says giving my knee a squeeze and leaning back.

“You know what; at least it was you Thor, but thank you.” I say. He smiles at me and I can’t help but smile back. Looking away from Thor and to the rest of the group, I ask, “So, what do you want to know?” Surprisingly, Rogers is the first to speak.

“How were you captured and by who?” I take a deep breath and begin to explain.

“I don’t know who in invaded my town, but they came in hundreds, all of them taking everyone. If someone was injured, or wouldn’t comply was shot. My father almost was, but I begged them not to. Because of that I showed that my weakness was my family and as Jared White said, ‘Can’t have any of those, now can we?’ After that I was sold for 850 Euros to a textile factory. After a year there I was sold to a plantation farm for 600 Euros where I was for 2 more years. Then White came back for me.”

“Who’s Jared White?” Barton asks.

“He seemed to be the leader of the group that came to my town. He took an interest in me and instructed anyone who had me not to hurt me.” I say, looking at him.

“How long were you a slave?” Romanoff asks.

“They took me when I was 10 and I escaped when I was 19. So 9 years.” I answer.

“What happened to you after the plantation?” Stark asks.

“Jared took me to some kind of concentration camp where he was partners with scientists. These scientists were testing all sorts of serums and liquids on humans. They needed different ages and genders so when I was old enough, White took me back. I became a human lab rat for them.” I say, trying to keep my voice from breaking. Peter wraps his arm around me, noticing my distress.

“I still don’t understand why the knock out serum affected you the way it did.” Thor says.

“That’s where the lab rat part comes in,” I say, “Because they had to cure me if a serum was fatal, my body became immune to certain medicines. If I ever need surgery, I’ll have to either endure it, or be knocked out by force.”

“They would cure you?” Banner asks.

“White told them not to kill me. A lot of the time the pain was so unbearable that they would put me under.” I say looking down at my hands in my lap.

            “Are you saying your body no longer accepts anesthesia and morphing?” Rogers asks.

            “Precisely.” I answer; looking back up at him. Once my eyes meet his, he looks away almost… disgusted. I furrow my brow and avert my gaze. “Anything else?”

            “So this, White guy, he wanted you alive but didn’t care what they did or how traumatized they made you?” Barton asks.

            “I guess so.” I simply answer.

            “These people put you through 6 years of this?” Rogers says looking back at me, the anger in his voice evident.

            “No, 3. When I was 16, White saw I couldn’t take much more, but he still didn’t want me dead. He and the people who tested on my made a deal. If he and his men could train me, then I would leave the cell and get information for both groups. White had trained me to be an assassin” I explain.

            “Why didn’t you just leave?” Romanoff asks, slightly annoyed.

            “If I didn’t come back by the time they told me, they would kill one of the other slaves. I was the oldest.” I say looking at her. We all sit there in silence for a minute or so. I decided not to tell them about Luc, or at least the part where we loved each other.

            “What exactly did you do after you were 16?” Stark asks, breaking the silence.

            “Well it started with non-stop training. After 6 months, I had become their deadliest weapon. They soon sent me on my first mission, but Whites men did supervise u-me.” I almost slip. This was actually Luc and I’s first mission. “I was to watch a man and see if he was the one they were looking for. That was confirmed, so I had to pursue him. I waited until night and broke into his mansion. He was my first fight and my-my first kill as an assassin.” Luc actually killed him. I didn’t think he needed to die, but White’s me instructed us to and Luc took care of it.

            “Why do you speak with an American accent?” Stark finally asks.

            “You tell me. Would you take note of a French girl?” I ask. He opens his mouth, but I cut him off. “Don’t answer that actually.” I turn to Barton and Romanoff. “Did you take notice of the accent?”

            “Of course.” Widow says. “You don’t find many French people in New York.”

            “Well let’s hear it.” Stark says, leaning back. I sigh and clear my throat.

            “Anything else?” I say in my actual voice.

            “I’m assuming you speak French?” He asks again.

            “Oui, le salaud ignorants.” (Yes, you ignorant bastard.) I say with a smile.

            “Любые другие языки?” (Any other languages?) Romanoff asks in Russian.

            “Да, 20 свободно.” (Yes, 20 fluently.) I answer back in her native tongue.

            “Wie hast du überhaupt gelernt?” (How did you learn them all?) Barton asks in German, probably testing my abilities.

            “Sie brachten Kinder aus der ganzen Welt. Als ich floh, nahm ich ihn in meine eigenen Hände zu lernen.” (They brought in children from around the world. When I escaped, I took it into my own hands to learn.) I answer him, with a smirk.

            “That is all well and grand, but I doubt you know Asgardian.” Thor challenges with a chuckle.

      “Reyndar Asgardian er mjög svipuð íslensku. Norse goðsögn kemur frá Íslandi og Grænlandi þar sem cikings eru frá.” (Actually, Asgardian is very similar to Icelandic. Norse myth comes from Iceland and Greenland where the Vikings are from.) He looks at me awe struck as I’m sure he understood what I said.

               “Do you know Asgardian history?” He asks still baffled.

               “Not as much as I’d like.” I answer still with the French accent.

               “Well I think we can go now.” Widow says, standing. Everyone joins her and Peter gives me a side hug as we stand.

               “Avenjet?” Stark asks out of nowhere. Widow sighs and confirms, “Avenjet.” Stark gets a giddy childish grin on his face and says, “Jarvis.”

               “Right away sir. Preparing Avenjet takeoff.” Jarvis says.

               “What’s that?” I whisper to Peter. He shrugs, but my question is answered when the wall to my left collapses and releases a jet. We all walk in and Barton ushers me to a seat “So, DC?” I ask as we lift off.

               “DC.” Rogers corroborates.

***

            After the flight we land outside a large building with three other, thinner, buildings surrounding it and smaller buildings trailing along the rest of the island we landed on. All 6 of them surround me and Peter as we walk down a seemingly endless hallway. I clutch Peter’s arm in fear that he’ll leave my side. We stop at a door and Thor opens it for me. I walk in and before Peter leaves he leans down a whispers in my ear.

            “We’ll be on the other side of the glass. And don’t worry, I won’t let them do anything to you.” I give him a weak smile in response and reluctantly let go of his arm. The door closing seems to echo in the room as I sit down and wait. Not a minute goes by before Patches walks in.

            “Nice to see you again Ms. Leiton.” He says sitting across from me and placing the papers he has down.

            “You too.” I say not as strongly as I’d like.

            “So what have you been up to lately? Relaxing, making new hobbies, destroying apartment buildings perhaps?” He says folding his hands on the table, voice practically flowing a river of sarcasm.

            “Oh please, I didn’t destroy it. And my own apartment was the main victim.” I say with more confidence while leaning back. He sighs before continuing.

            “Stark tells me you wouldn’t escape. Mind deepening that thought?” He asks.

            “I don’t want to be a criminal anymore.” I say for the first time out loud. “My parents wouldn’t be proud of it and if I want to make amends with Peter, this is the only way I see fit.”

            “Okay.” Fury simply says while opening the files he brought in.

            “Okay, what?” I ask.

            “Okay, Ms. Leiton. I believe you. You say you’re done with that life, and Mr. Parker believes you too. So, I’d like to make you an offer.” He says laying out different papers in front of me.

            “I’m listening.” I say leaning forward on my knees.

            “You’re obviously very skilled and smarter than half the dumb asses that are already here. So, how would you like to work for SHIELD?” I nearly choke on the air I’m breathing. Imprisonment, hell, I even expected death, but not a job offer. He continues. “You first need training and discipline, which is why you’ll be staying at Avengers Tower. So, what do you say?” I look to the glass. Again, double sided so I can’t see anyone, but I imagine hopeful/happy faces along with ones of pure hatred. I’ll let you decide who is who. In this moment I can’t help but think, Another executive decision, eh Patches?

            I look back to Fury with a smile. “When do I start?” 

        A/N Ahhhhhh!!! So Jade will now be an agent of SHIELD!!! Who saw that coming? Actually probably a lot of you, but I like to think I made a good plot twist. I promise they'll get better later on ;) 

        The picture attached is of the room Jade showered in, and as you hopefully cought on to, that she'll be staying in at the tower. Also, the main living room type area Jade describes is supposed to be from the Age of Ultron trailer... I did my best with what you can see along with a little imagination. And of course, the Triskelion is from Winter Soldier. Again, I did my best, but I'd like to think my little lovelys (that's you) have seen both of those. If not... Go educate yourself and watch both at least 4 times. :)

        Anyway, what do you guys think? I hope it was a good Christmas present, albeit a tad late. I also hope everyone had a good Christmas too!! I had a fairly grand one, I got a ukulele, 2 pairs of Vans, a laptop (that I'm typing on right now), 5 Marvel movies, Marvel merch, clothes, and yeah that's all. I really do hope everyone had a decent time yesterday. Leave in the comments some of your favorite presents you got.

        So, quite a bit happened here. Personally, I enjoyed writing the scene where Steve and Jade talk after her shower XD. It honestly was so fun to write! Let me know what you think about that and also just about everything that happened. You know, Jarvis, Tony, her little chat with them all, and her languages. Again, Google Translate (with some Word translate), so I apologize for anything wrong. 

        Also, you guys get a little more info on her past! Again, all will be revieled soon... For now, leave predictions and thoughts for me to respond to in the comments. Oh, and, of course I want to know what you all think about Fury asking her to be a part of SHIELD! How do you think everyone will react? What do you think life will be like at the tower for, not only Jade, but the rest of the Avengers? PLEASE, let me know.

        Okay, now the news!! As another present, I am doing an interview chapter! You rememeber right? Back in 15, I believe (correct me if I'm wrong), Jade met Becca and Flair in the "Interview Building" and I told you that I would be doing a chapter like that. Well next update will be that! Again, wrist, so it'd be a while, and I'm assuming with (hopefully) all your questions to answer that it'll take some time. I will try my darndest though to get it up ASAP. I am on holiday, so I'd have extra time! Please, please, please ask questions to any character, at all, and me, Maddie, the author. I will answer every single one, and encourage you asking multiple questions. I actually really like reading these in other books, and hope you all will too. I'll of course give everyone a few days to read and all before I even start the Q/A, but even if you miss the first one, there will be more. Yeah, I'll be doing a few of these things. There's no deffinet schedule though, but this first one was just planned to be after this chapter, so there would be a big situation to dicuss, and it just so happeneding to be around Christmas so it all worked out!

        Okay, raise your hand if you can talk a lot! *Raises hand* Sorry for the super long A/N, but I had stuff to tell ya! Shit happens after 2 weeks. Okay, vote, comment, oh God please comment! And I'll see you all with a Q/A chapter!!!

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