Hello again, Diary número two.
I think that I might be warming up to you. MIGHT BE. You'll never be good as the first.
Anyway, I woke up in a hospital bed. Amy was next to me.
Me: Amy? What happened? Amy: Well, against our will, Stark took us back to New York.I shook my head and sat up.
Me: What? Amy: Yeah. Apparently, those donuts were apart of a biological weapons testing factory- and they were thrown out. Some guy happened to find them, then gave me the box. Me: Lovely. Amy: You blacked out, I got it together, you've been unconscious for a little over a day. And here we are, the stark medical facility, in New York. Me: Also lovely. I sighed and pulled off the covers.
Amy: On the bright side, you're the star of the criminal underworld. Me: What do you mean? Amy: Xaviar told everyone you bested him, and he exaggerated a lot. Like, a heck of a lot. I think you even have a Nickname now. Me: Just how popular is Xaviar? She let out a long sigh.
Amy: I can't believe I'm about to tell someone else's life story. Especially his- of all people. She rolled her eyes.
Amy: Shawn was raised in the organization your parents own, Blaze. Through that experience, he made a lot of connections; However, Blaze didn't seem appealing to him anymore so he switched sides to Thunder. Obviously, your parents resent him for that, but not important. Working for Thunder brought him to a high point in his career. He was so high in rank, that he was my partner. She bit her lip.
Amy: We bonded over time, and I thought I could trust him. Unfortunately, I thought wrong. He abused his security clearance and betrayed Thunder, stealing the most Valuable collection of items, relics, and treasures that we had. Me: Including Formula #9? She nodded.
Amy: After that, he became a free-lance mercenary. He has mafia, triad, and cobra ties. He was known for never failing a mission. It was a little surprising that he just gave you the potion. Me: ... Did I make him fail his mission? Amy: Yeah, but I guess he kinda chose to. Wow. That must have been bigger than I thought it was. I wish I could thank him. Oh that's right. You're a new diary *eye roll*. In my old diary, Shawn was... He was uh... I don't know! I'm not explaining it!
Tony stark came in at that moment.
Tony: I received a message from the health clinic and I-Me: Why did you take me back here?! Amy: I'm going to just... Uh... Leave now. She left as I stood up from the hospital bed to face Tony.
Tony: I saved your life. Me: Yes, and I appreciate that, but I can't stay in New York. Tony: Why not? This is your homeMe: It was my home! Was...I felt a lump in my throat. I crossed my arms
Me: It's too hard to be here. Tony: Why? Me: I... I just can't, alright?! You shouldn't have brought me here! Tony: But I did, Xura. And I think it's best if you stay in New York. I glared at him.
Me: I can't look at myself in the mirror without wanting to throw up. He hesitated. I paused to let it sink in.
Me: How am I supposed to live in a city that reminds me of my past at every waking moment? I bit my bottom lip with even more force than usual.
Tony: And how can you live your life running away? Me: I'm not running away! Tony: Then what are you doing?! Me: I-I- I choked up.
Me: I'm taking control of my life! Tony: What you're doing is not taking control of your life. It's running in the wrong direction-Me: Really, Tony? What is taking control of my life to you? You're a billionaire hero with about a million options to pick and choose from. Do you even understand what it's like for me?! I threw my hands in the air and began to pace.
Me: My choices are these: Go back to shield and work as an agent- which apparently, has been a path planned for all my life, or if I say no to that, I go into witness protection. I don't want to live somewhere where I'll never see my friends, the places I walked.... Anything and everything I knew. Or the worst choice, working for my parents or my grandfather- another life that would have been planned for me. Tony: ... What's the right choice though?I stumbled and tripped over all my thoughts. What was the right choice?
Me: I don't know! I just- I just... Want to be with my friends, but I want to be able to be myself and do what I do best without the weight of the world on my shoulders. I sighed.
Me: Tony. I'm going to make some mistakes. Some big mistakes. But how can I ever know what's right until I make them? How can I ever be sure what I want with my life until I've explored every option? He sighed.
Tony: Xura, I know I'm a great role model and everything-I rolled my eyes- there's the ego.
Tony: -and I understand what you're going through. But you have to realize, that going out and making these mistakes can affect other people's lives too. Do you really want to ruin another person's life just to find out what you want to do with your own? I hesitated.
Me: No. Although it sure seems like no one in my life cares how I feel! And-and- I can't even get time to sort out my feelings without having to go into hiding! That's why I'm forced into a corner with limited options, trying to find out what I want- what's right.He sighed.
Tony: Xura, I care. I care so much about you that I went to Chicago to find you, and bring you home. I understand that you're going through some stuff and I... I just-He shook his head.
Tony: I'm here if you need someone, alright?I paused. Then, I reached over suddenly and gave a him a hug. He flinched, surprised.
Me: Thank you. I wiped a tear away from my eye, then let my arms drop back to my sides. We had a moment of silence.
Finally, I met Amy in the hallway.
Amy: Hey...Me: Let's... Let's stay here, in New York. I can't keep running, but I can still chose whatever I want to do with my life. Amy: So Scarlett Hunter still lives? Me: Yes, and she's missing business as we speak. She laughed.
Amy: Your laptop is probably overloaded with emails. Me: We'll see. We walked out of the clinic and buried ourselves into the streets.
Me: So about Cobra... You acted so serious in Japan, but not Chicago...Her face darkened.
Amy: Listen, The way I reacted back in Chicago... I had one bite of a donut in the car and I was feeling light-headed. I didn't really process the situation like I would have. Me: ... And how would you have reacted? Again, her face became eerie.
Amy: I'd rather not-She stopped herself.
Amy: I'm not going to talk about that. I'm sure you have secrets I don't know about-Me: I don't. Amy: -__- Okay, but I have secrets you don't know and I'm not interested in sharing. Just... Respect that, please. There was hurt in her eyes, so I nodded regretting that I had even asked.
Me: So... Where do we go from here? Amy: We'll need a place to stay. It's a good thing Lucas's business extends into all states... And a few tropical areas. Me: Does Lucas even know we left? Amy: Yeah. I called him, he cried a little. He's so emotional sometimes. I smiled. Amy is always Amy no matter where she is, I'm so glad she's my friend.
I followed her into a hotel, without even bothering to check in, we went up to the top floor and walked into one of the rooms.
Amy: This is the place. Me: It's nice, good view. She flopped onto her bed.
Amy: I already moved our stuff here and picked your laptop up from your house. Me: Thanks. My laptop sat on the bed, black contrasting with the white. I rolled next to it, typed the password, then logged onto my email.
My
computer Laptop must have made about a 1,000 new email noises before everything loaded.
Amy: Narrow the search to New York so you can find jobs nearby. Me: UGHHHH That's so much work! Can you do it? I'm still tiredAmy: No! How do you think a criminal record is built?! You have to do things. By yourself. Or in the act of helping others do bad stuff. Me: But I don't feel like it. Amy: I don't care. Me: Please, Amy? I don't want to click on a job and run into Erik again. She let out a long sigh.
Amy: Fine. But all I'm doing is giving you the job, the meeting time, the person, and the place. Me: Thanks. I stood up and walked over to the door.
Amy: Where are you going?Me: To see Jake. Amy: Oh. Well, don't walk into any parks. Me: Parks? Why not? Amy: That's where agents spend most of their time. I'd also advice against taking the subway.Me: Noted. I waved goodbye and walked into the elevator. I hit the lobby button with a small sigh.
Long week. I still had trouble believing that I was even in New York again. Though, you probably don't want to read about my ranting right now.
The elevator opened and I had my foot already out when I realized, I wasn't even on the right floor! Someone walked in and I stepped back.
HEATHER?!
NO NO NO! This is NOT happening.
Heather: Press the lobby button, will you? She was looking down at her phone, so she didn't seem to notice me. I bit my lip. It would take at least five minutes for the elevator to reach the lobby.
Wow. This is... Uh... ... I think for once in my life, I'm speechless.
As she looked up, I turned my face.
Heather: Uh... Do I know you from somewhere or something? I cleared my throat and made a deep voice.
Me: Nope, just uh... Passing byHeather: this is a hotel. Me: Right! I didn't mean that I'm uh.. Passing by, I meant... I meant Uhm... That I was just visiting... My aunt Clarice! Heather: Oh. Interesting. You know, you're starting to look more and more familiar... I was still staring at the wall of the elevator.
Me: Uh.. Really? I don't think we've met before. Like, ever. Heather: Do you go to the Highschool across the city? You know, the part that's less busy and has more land. Me: Uh... No. Heather: Uh-huh. Because I could have sworn I've seen you there... Me: you must be mistaken? AHHH! I need to get off this elevator!
Heather: So how long is your aunt Clarice in town? Me: uh... OH! My aunt. Yeah. She's here for... About a week. Heather: What floor? Me: Uh... OBVIOUSLY, she's on the Uhm... 36th floor! Heather: No kidding! I'm on that floor! What room? Me: Hah... Right. The room number. Uh... 506? Heather: Liar! Who are you?! And why are you dodging questions?Me: ... Okay. So you caught me. ... I'm actually not visiting aunt Clarice, I'm going to see my boyfriend. ... We've been sneaking out to go see each other. Just keep the lie coming! Only 13 seconds to the bottom!
Heather: Alright, I'll believe you. The doors opened.
Me: Okay. Seeya! I walked out quickly, but Heather tripped and fell behind me. I instinctively turned and reached out my hand.
Me: Are you okay?Heather: Aha! So now I know you're-Oh! ...The color drained from her face as I helped her stand.
Heather: Ashlee...Me: I prefer Xura. Okay. Nice chat! Bye! I ran out the door and she ran after me.
Heather: Wait! Ash- Xura! We need to talk! Me: Nothing to talk about! I turned a corner and pushed through a few people in the crowd. Heather looked around and then went some other way. I slowed my pace and let out a sigh of relief when I didn't see her anymore.
I almost walked into a park but I went into an alley instead. I nearly had a heart attack when someone tapped my shoulder.
Heather: Xura?I turned but she grabbed my wrist and held me from running.
Heather: Please! We need to talk! Me: What? You're not going to invite Emma, Ana, and Bella to this conversation? Heather: No, Xur- Me: It seems like their your new friends, after all. You want to talk about how you left me?! I felt a lump in my throat and tears already in my eyes.
Me: How you abandoned me just when my whole world was flipped upside down?! She hesitated.
Heather: Xura... It wasn't like that. Me: Really? Then what was it like? Heather: ... Okay, so maybe it was like that. I scoffed.
Heather: But hear me out. Me: Give me one good reason why I should. Heather: Ice skating in 2009, do you remember? Me: Yeah, so? Heather: You made me a promise. You said that we would never stop being friends, and if that didn't work out, we would stop at nothing to try and fix it. Me: We were ten. Heather: Yeah, but that doesn't mean we didn't have a clue. I know what I did was incredibly dumb. The way I treated you and your friends was horrible, I became something I'm not. Me: No kidding. Heather: ... But it's by far the decision I regret most. Ash, you're the best friend that I've ever had. And I don't care if Emma has a giant mansion, a cute brother, or a free homework and test pass for life... I want a best friend whose shoulder I can cry on, whose reaching out her hand to help me even when I've been nothing but a jerk to her... Someone whose always seen me as more than just another part of an entourage. I wiped away the tears from my cheeks.
Heather: Xura, I want to say that-that-... I'm sorry. Me: Heather, I-I-... Don't know what to say. I took a unsteady breath and bit my lip.
Heather: Can we be best friends again? Me: ... Well. Now what? Yes or no? UGH... What do I say?! I'll tell you next time because I want a sandwich. Bye diary!
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