Chapter 5: Whoopdy-Frickin’-Doo

            Slightly disoriented form my fall; I hear a robotic voice from behind me.

             “You know, you are much better than Fury lead on.”

            “Awww thanks Metal Head.” I say back to him, while Hawkeye guides me towards the jet. Feeling uncomfortable in the silence, I ask,

            “So, who’s Sticky Fingers over there in spandex?”

            “Really? You don’t know who I am? Do you just not look up at signs anymore?” Spandex asks.

            “Sorry, I’ve been a little busy lately.”

            “You’re telling me. How did you get in and out of Paris so quickly anyway?” Iron Man asks, but before I can answer, Red butts in.

            “Shut it Stark. We can ask questions later. Right now I just want to know what bitch sliced my arm open.”

            “Ha, yeah, sorry Red, you were in my way. Nothing personal.” I say as I’m shoved into the jet.

            “Hey, so where’s Big Bad Bruce and God of Red Capes?” I ask sitting down casually.

            “Back on the Tri-Carrier, but don’t worry, you’ll get to meet them.” Big Bird answers, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

            “Joy.” I mumble as we take off.

            We’ve been flying for about 15 minutes now and all I’ve been doing is playing with my claws behind my back. Stark standing across from me, his helmet off, is fiddling with his arc reactor. Man I really went to town on that thing. Not even looking up I see his suit spark. I snicker and glance up at him to see he’s staring.

            “What?” I spit out at him.

            “Nothing, it’s just, it’s hard to get a read on you.”

            “Yeah, let’s see about getting this mask off.” Spangles says, walking over to me. The closer he gets the more tense I am. When he reaches down to pull my mask off, I jerk back and prepare to kick him in the gut, or lower, if need be.

            “Don’t touch me.” I say through gritted teeth. Straightening himself, Cap looks down at me and I relax. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later, but I hadn’t really prepared myself. My identity is the one thing I want to keep. They can do whatever they want to me, but take my mask.

            “C’mon, Handsy, let’s see that pretty face.” Iron Buns says. Sitting back up, I realize this is the one battle I can’t win. Not in handcuffs anyway. Scooting forward, I allow Captain America to take my mask off. Flipping any loose strands of hair out of my face, I focus my eyes and look around the jet. Everyone’s staring at me.

            “What did you expect?” I ask to no one in particular. Stark’s the first one to speak.

            “Well I didn’t expect that.”

            “What’s that supposed to mean, Metal Head?” I retort, growing edgier.

            “Nothing, its ju-” He tries to explain, but is cut off by Spandex.

            “Do I know you?”

            “Well I’ve been mentally calling you Sticky Fingers and Spandex and I doubt that’s actually your name.” I say, my voice clearly annoyed.

            “Let me see her mask.” Red says and Cap throws it to her.

            “Careful, that took a while to make.” I say leaning back.

            “It’s just a mask, right?” Widow asks, looking at me skeptically.

            “Sure.” Is all I say staring blankly ahead, trying to avoid eye contact with everyone, especially Hawkeye. Sitting in silence I still feel people staring at me.

            “It’s Spider Man by the way.” Spandex says out of nowhere.

            “Ha, really? Spider Man. Fitting, I suppose, but I think I’ll stay with Sticky Fingers.” I say with a smirk towards Spidey.  

            “Well Viper isn’t much better.” He says.

            “Hey I didn’t come up with it.” I say going back to staring at nothing. Spidey leans against the wall and the jet falls silent again. After a few minutes I begin to grow impatient.

            “Soooo… How long exactly will it take to get to this Tri-Carrier?” No one answers. I groan and continue talking.

            “Wooow… I thought SHIELD took better care of their… guests.” I say, choosing my words carefully. Hawkeye keeps glaring at me from across the jet. Shit. He’s going to recognize me and then I’ll lose the one thing I have left. Spidey keeps looking at me too. Does he actually know me? I turn away from the two and look at Stark. He’s still messing with his suit, trying to assess the damage I caused.

            “You know, you did quite the number on my suit.” He says glancing up towards me.

            “Ha, yeah…” I say, smiling sheepishly. Sure I was captured, but I was proud of my work. If it wasn’t for Spandex over there I would have gotten away.          

            “Are you proud of that?” The Captain sitting next to me asks, as if reading my mind. Trying to irk him, I respond,

            “Ah! It speaks!” with a dramatic tone, and jumping back slightly. Hearing a stifled laugh and chuckles from Stark, Barton, and Spidey, I smile sweetly at Spangles. Clenching his jaw, and fists, Cap shoots glares to the 3 smirk masters. At least, I’m assuming the Masked Spider is smirking.

            “To answer your question, yes, I am proud. Not many people can shut down an Iron Man suit with one strike.” I say back to him.

            “Mind you, it wasn’t just one strike.” Metal Head says defensively. Compromising my staring contest with Spangles, I whip my head to look at Stark.

            “Fine, 3 strikes. Either way, you were on your back in seconds, Iron Buns.” Receiving more chuckles from Spidey and Big Bird, Stark looks behind him and down in confusion. I think I even made the angry Russian smile. Rolling my eyes, I turn back to Spangles and see he’s still glaring at me.

            “What’s wrong with you?” he asks randomly.

            “Excuse me?” I ask annoyed and slightly insulted.

            “You’re rude, arrogant, and I honestly think your ego is bigger than Starks. Not many people can say that.” He says mockingly. Okay really? Did Captain America, Steve fricking Rogers, just say that to me? I can’t really just sit here and have him insult me, and being handcuffed isn’t helping either. So I stand up, being that that’s the only thing I can do. He follows and looks down at me.

Sure he’s like, 6’1 and ripped, I mean he is a super soldier, but I’ve never been easily intimidated. Looking up at him, I await further insult, but he just stands there, fists tight and a stern face. Everyone’s staring at us, not moving or making a noise. They are, however, prepared to… detain me if things get out of hand. Not being able to contain my anger, I burst at Rogers.

            “Who do you think you are?! I’ve been on this jet for 20 minutes and you’ve already deemed me a bitch! Seriously! What makes you think you have the right to judge and insult me?! I’ll have you know, I haven’t been judging you. Yeah, you’re Captain America. Whoopdy-frickin’-doo. You don’t even know me. Not my name, likes, dislikes. Nothing.” I start out yelling and my voice diminishes to a low hiss. I didn’t even realize I had moved, but Rogers back was against the wall and I was as much in his face as I could get. Finishing my rant, I whisper,

            “You are way out of line, soldier.” Mocking the term soldier with a venomous hiss. No pun intended. Backing down, I look to Rogers and then around the jet. Barton’s and Stark’s mouths are agape, Romanoff’s eyes were wide in shock, and Spider Man just stared at me. Giving out a huff of frustration, I lift my foot to walk back to my seat but stop.

            “Jade?”

        A/N: See I told you I'd update soon. So Jade had a little fit with Cap back there. This is somewhat a filler chapter, but I wanted to update during an off period I had today, so here it is! I hope everyone ejoyed it and please vote and leave comments!!

Attached is a photo of Captain America, cause Captain America.