Aliens and Dates

07: A normal Tuesday.

❝Tuesdays are a pain in the ass. Not only do I get fired, almost get hit by a piano, almost get run over by a motorcycle, hear that my cat died when I was a child, and then there's an alien invasion? Dude, what's the probability of that shit? Don't answer.❞

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THINGS WERE GETTING worse and worse if that were even possible. And this is coming from someone who had planted over a hundred bombs in Gotham in one night, planned to destroy Superman's beloved metropolis and, as a bonus, was destroying Gotham practically every week, together with the Clown Prince of Crime — I thought that name was ridiculous nowadays, where was that a good title for a gangster? It makes him sound like a character from a children's show —, the much-feared Joker.

Wait, what was I saying?

— "Dude, those infernal lizards just keep falling from the sky. This portal is starting to get on my nerves." — I said, taking a breath after taking down a group of aliens next to Steve Rogers.

The captain also stopped a few seconds later, looking equally out of breath after so much constant fighting. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him wiping his forehead, clearly feeling his sweat, which was already impressive.

From what I had read, it took a lot for America's Golden Boy to sweat, much more to get tired.

Natasha Romanoff was on the other side, using one of the lizards' weapons to use on themselves, managing to kill several at once, giving us both a minute to get air into our tired lungs.

It was almost like I did with the spears, but unlike the redhead, I didn't dare to pick up those firearms, which shot a blue blast at your opponent; whatever the hell that was. Despite the strangeness, it was very useful.

— "It only started now? Seriously?" — Tony asked rhetorically in my ear, to my misfortune. His voice, as always, was full of sarcasm, which only served to make me roll my eyes internally. Apparently, the billionaire had a new special mission: to irritate me. Stupid little playboy. — "Because the last forty minutes were like any other Tuesday, right?"

— "Will it take long for us to win?" — I ignored Iron Man, making a point of lowering the volume of the communicator even further, just for the satisfaction of irritating Stark. My question was mainly directed at Rogers and Romanoff, who were the ones I liked the most in the group so far. — "Or... die? By the way, I want to let you know that I don't have life insurance, so I hope Stark pays for my funeral."

— "Call me Stark again as if it were some kind of insult, and I'll make sure you're buried in a crappy coffin, Chloe."

— "Stop being a child… little Tony." — If I didn't trust my vision so much, I might have doubted the smirk I caught from the corner of my eye that Captain America was showing, clearly finding my lack of seriousness in that situation funny, but he didn't even try to hide it.

The silence that followed for the next few minutes could have been uncomfortable, if I hadn't noticed something other than Rogers' beautiful smile, who ran to the other side, throwing his shield towards a small group that appeared from hell, taking them down effortlessly.

Using some of my knives to practice target shooting — the target was their eyes and hideous faces — on a new group of aliens that were approaching from the front. Luckily for me, my aim was still perfect, which made me feel proud of myself, even if for a brief moment.

— "Wait, what did you call me, Anthony?" — I heard a long sigh from the other side, sure that it belonged to the hero with a fancy technological term. I held back a smile as long as I could, afraid that the philanthropist might see it behind some nearby camera. — "I didn't call you Stark."

— "And it was worse than calling me." — That disgruntled grunt was enough to make me laugh; my laugh was brief, like a summer breeze. — "Anyway, fuck it, that's not important. I don't even know why I'm giving myself the luxury of arguing with you."

— "What did you call me, Stark?" — I repeated, a little louder and more serious than I intended. 

— "I called you Chloe, blondie. You look like Chloe." — I could have sighed after that, much more relaxed knowing that Tony hadn't read my file.

But he would. Or the organization Agent Romanoff works for would.

Thinking about it that way… I won't be able to afford to stay with these people. They'll ask questions. Questions I can'tanswer.

Fuck, this isn't going to work.

Lost in thought, I didn't realize an alien was aiming at me until it was too late. Fortunately, for my luck (this is as rare as finding a needle in a haystack), a familiar shield appeared, separating the Chitauri's head from its body, killing it quickly.

I blinked once, twice, three times before turning around, seeing Steve Rogers taking the shield between his fingers, deigning to only give me a quick wave; he was exhausted, I could tell by his look and his body lineage, but he still...looked hot.

— "Thank you, Captain Rogers." — I thanked him, smiling back. To my surprise, a small blush appeared on the blond's cheeks, who seemed stunned for a brief moment. How cute. — "I owe you one!"

— "Guys, we have a problem." — Morana Isleen's voice was the one that cut the moment short, but I didn't mind that fact. Problems always got my attention.

— "What happened?" — Steve took the lead like the Captain he was. Even the timbre of his voice changed, becoming more serious, sounding more… I don't want to use the word old, much less the word wise, which reminds me of someone of advanced age, but that was the only one that came to my mind.

Steve Rogers is old, Harley. Old as fuck. Like really old. Get a grip, woman!

Wait a minute. I am, technically speaking, as old as Steve, especially since I was reincarnated in this world; could my feeling attracted to him be considered wrong?

Luckily, my mind returned to the conversation at the right time, and I found myself in it easily.

— "The government is deciding whether to send a missile to New York, to prevent the catastrophe from spreading to other cities."

I frowned rudely, not liking those words at all. That didn't make any sense!

— "But… if they don't close the portal, it will be useless. They will have destroyed a city for nothing!" — I stated, somehow certain of my words. — "The aliens will keep coming out, hurting people. And honestly? I find it hard to believe that an explosion would end that wormhole, even a nuclear one."

— "I hate to admit it, but the blonde is right." — Tony Stark, to no one's surprise. 

I rolled my eyes, not even trying to hide my distaste for the action.

A brief grumble was all Isleen deigned to give her boyfriend. She also didn't try to hide her irritation, clearly not approving of Anthony's lack of seriousness with the matter at hand. 

However, the sorceress was quick to put her opinion aside, informing us again: — "They are almost deciding, although Director Fury is trying to reverse the situation, something tells me that he has no importance in the decision, even after what we have done in this time." — Morana informed again, ignoring Iron Man's speech. — "The leaders think our work is in vain."

— "And they're doing so much, aren't they..." — Even a deaf person could hear my sarcasm from miles away. — "These old men are sitting in their leather chairs, lying in their expensive beds, eating shrimp on silver platters, while we're here! Screwing ourselves to protect people!" — I spat at no one in particular, with such genuine hatred in my voice that I almost felt dizzy from my outburst; my hands moved wildly, from side to side. — "Fuck them!"

Steve turned his chin towards me, looking very confused about something; I watched him part his lips to address me. 

However, before Rogers had a chance to say anything, the voice of the Norse God stopped him: — "I've never seen a woman from Midgard be so angry."

— "What about you, Thor? Have you ever tried to give your brother a good beating?" — I asked, although it was rhetorical. A little voice inside my head told me that I was exaggerating, especially when addressing a God. But honestly? At that point, I wasn't giving a fuck about the consequences. — "You know, the one who's killing all of New York just because he's bored?"

To my surprise, Agent Romanoff turned her chin towards me after finishing off yet another alien, looking surprised. Now if you ask me if it was because of my sudden outburst, my words, or just because she thought I was an otherworldly being, I wouldn't know how to answer.

— "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

— "What?"

— "About hitting him hard on the head" — She explained seriously, almost as if her mind was racing with the possibilities of her own words; as if the last few hours were passing once again, right before her eyes. — "As if Loki was also being controlled by the scepter."

I blinked once in the redhead's direction, making sure that a very confused expression covered my entire face.

I have no idea what the hell she's talking about.

— "I'm sorry to disappoint you, Agent Romanoff, but I have no idea what you want to tell me." — There wasn't a hint of regret in my voice, however, I still tried to calm myself down, not wanting to take my anger out on Natasha for no reason. I sympathized with her, okay? — "I wasn't with you until twenty minutes ago. I don't know what happened before those horrible lizards invaded the streets of New York."

Romanoff seemed to remember that, deigning to only give me a quick nod. However, an expression of determination appeared; a now confident look dominated her entire face, making me curious as to why.

As I shot another small group of aliens that approached from the front, I watched out of the corner of my eye as Natasha moved towards Captain America, talking about going to Stark Tower, determined to get the Scepter, even if she had to fight Loki himself.

This woman is fucking awesome, I did not doubt that at that moment.

Hearing a childish scream from the east thanks to my enhanced hearing, I didn't think twice before moving in that direction, running while shouting to the Super Spy and the Enhanced Soldier still talking on the other side — "Try not to die! I'll see-" — I interrupted myself, thinking of a more 'appropriate' phrase, just for the fun of imagining the two confused heroes. — "I'll go for a walk."

I ignored everything and everyone with ease, finally finding an opportunity to take the baseball bat from my waist, smiling like the perfect sadist I always was when I caught another group of lizards coming towards me, ready to finish them all off; somehow, moving away from the group of heroes made me feel a discharge throughout my body, of something I assumed was pure adrenaline.

However, something told me that feeling an electric tingle slowly rising through the soles of my feet wasn't exactly one of the symptoms. And if it was, too bad; I'm taking this to the heroic side of the whole thing.

Let's see what this new body is capable of.

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