Wrong Number

I get in the elevator, going down to the work area because I wasn't hungery. I walk down the hall, taking my time. I knew I would only be in the tower for a couple days, so I wanted to commit it to memory before DHS came. The churning in my stomach worries at the thought. I had no idea what would happen. I didn't know a dang think about it. I was always afraid to ask people before. I thought it'd be rude.

I walk into the room, but no one's there. Except for the armor. I walk over, admiring it. It was almost fully assembled, "what's this?" I ask.

"Mr. Stark calls it 'Project Potato Gun.'" says JARVIS.

I smile softly as it lightens my mood somewhat. I find it weird, but funnily so. Mr. Stark always has random nicknames up his sleeve, it seemed.

I stay there awhile, reading through notes of the project. Some were written my Harley, some by Mr. Stark. Some of it made sense... A lot didn't. 

I look up when Harley and Peter come in, talking to each other about ideas for tech. When Peter sees me, he stops. "H- Hey," he greets.

"What's up?" I ask as they walk over.

"I'm just here for the internship, but Mr. Stark's busy so I've been talking with Harley." He nods. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just looking," I shrug. "Is all the Avengers gone?" I ask.

Harley nods, "Yeah, it's just us and the agents in the lower levels." 

"Oh. Do you two know where they are?" I sit on a chair.

"Nah, they didn't tell us 'kids' anything." Harley leans against the counter.

We spend a long time talking and just enjoying each other's company. We talk about school and they tell me about the Stark internship.

"Oh, there you are." Pepper comes in.

"I thought I lost you three." She smiles. "I made lunch, if you all are hungery." 

"Yeah, that'd be great," says Peter.

We follow her up to the dining area. We sit at the table, and the Avengers walk in at that moment, slightly beaten from a fight. I watch them, biting my tongue to refrain from saying anything. We all it at a table, and Pepper serves us chicken and rice.

Like this^^. Picture isn't mine, i found it here: 

https://geekgirlgourmet.wordpress.com/2013/02/24/pepper-potts-doesnt-just-manage-tony-starks-business-shes-also-an-excellent-cook-aka-spicy-ginger-chicken-and-jasmine-rice/

 Trigger for eating disorder. Skip to ---- if it bothers you

I sat next to Natasha and Bruce. I look at my plate. I get a sick feeling in my stomach, but I don't know why. The food looked delicious, but my throat was ready to gag. I take a deep breath, only taking a half a scoop to put on my plate. I don't touch my silverware yet, listening to Tony and Steve bicker. After a few minutes pass, I grab my fork. I look at my food, and put some on my fork. It smells so good... I know it's good, but... I can't ignore my urge to gag. I take a bite, and I force myself to chew. In the back of my mind, it tastes amazing. But there's a voice in my head yelling at me to spit it out. 

"Why do you eat so much?" I hear my mom's voice in my mind.

"You're so skinny yet you eat like a dog. I wish I was like that," I hear other voices, too.

"So pretty,"

"Just wait, one day you won't be able to eat like that and stay skinny."

I look at my wrists. My thin wrists. I swallow my food, sick of myself. Why was I like this? I wanted to gain weight. I didn't want to eat-

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"Hey," Natasha gets my attention.

I look up, broken out of my spiral. "Hm?"

"What's on your mind?" She asks gently.

I shake my head, "Nothing, really." 

She studies me for a moment before changing topic, "Do you have a job yet?"

I shake my head, "I used to babysit, but school got busy so I stopped."

She nods, "Did you babysit family?"

"Yeah. I babysat my two cousins before my uncle and Aunt moved away from New York." I take a bite of food.

"How old were they?" She asks.

"A 7 year old and a 6 month old." I say.

"A baby? Wow," she says, tone a little impressed. 

I nod, eating my lunch. It was really good.