A/N: ALITA, SAVOR THIS CHAPTER, SO HELP ME GOD!!!!!

After a few rounds of nothing but bullseyes from both me and Natasha, the redhead pulled out a milk carton that was pink. "Do you want some strawberry milk?" she asked in Russian.

"I admit I have not tried it yet. What is it exactly?" I replied in Russian.

She smirked at this. "Do you know about chocolate milk? Well...it's kind of like that. But instead of chocolate flavoring, it is strawberry. Want to taste?"

"Yes. I would like to try it out." I say softly. Natasha grinned and pulled out two cups. She poured a small amount of strawberry milk into the cup and handed it to me. I held it gingerly, looking into the glass of opaque pink liquid. I like strawberries and milk. Maybe this will be good...

I downed the glass of milk slowly, tasting it carefully. I then smiled. "I really like it!" I say happily. Natasha took my cup back and poured a full glass of milk and handed it back. I drank it happily. Her com unit made a loud noise. She picked it up and put it on.

"What's going on?" she asked loudly in English. She stayed quiet for a moment. "Okay, I'll be there in a moment. Stay put, Peter!!! Aw shit. Sorry, Bucko. I have to go save Peter."

I smiled a little, nodding. I felt crestfallen. "Go on. I don't mind." I say softly in English, but she already left. I came down the stairs to Tony's kitchen and sat on the couch, sighing heavily. Tony and Steve were back to arguing, yelling at each other.

"Well I don't want him in my tower!" Tony screeched, slamming his hands down on the counter.

"Tony-" Steve tried.

"No! Are you insane?!??" Tony snarled. "That's it! You have lost your mind!!"

"Tony!" I shouted. "Natasha just left to go save Peter. If you weren't arguing with Steve, you would've had a chance to save him. He was screaming. I could hear him..." I trail off sadly, tears stuck in my eyelashes as I stared at him. I felt my glare crumble as Tony looked outraged and devastated. I sniffled, wiping my nose with my right hand.

"Are you lying?" Tony asked desperately.

"No. I'm so sorry. I don't like lying." I stated softly.