Chapter 21 Spoilers

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Chapter 21 Spoilers

We spoke for another ten minutes as I gave them plans on what to do next. I didn’t want anything to do with either secret organization and I always found HYDRA to be an impossibility to function in the real world. I might try to lay low for now and focus on myself while they get that shit sorted out. But first I pulled out the gun fake Nick had on him.

A normal desert eagle shot 50AE. The giant custom desert eagle was supposed to take custom made .600 nitro rounds but this appeared to take .500 rounds. That difference was in price. Nick’s custom would have cost about 150k to make and each bullet was over a hundred dollars... Mine would be a few thousand dollars and I could get forty bullets for the price of one of his.

It was still a hand cannon stronger than anything someone on the streets would use. For that reason it would be hard to use it because it would sound like a bomb going off. It was best to be saved as a trump card. I tuck it in the back of my jeans and head out to buy/steal kitchen appliances.

The next day I woke up to make homemade bread, brownies, cookies, lasagna and a bunch of meal prepped things. I would make about ten bowls of rice, chicken, beef and vegetables to quickly mix and match for meals later in the week when I didn’t have time. Starting at six o’clock and working for two hours before someone came in I was glad I got most of the reverse housewarming gifts.

“Well my food is done now” I thought as I definitely overcooked the meat, getting lost in my head. I wondered if it was possible for me to be in the top ten richest people on the planet. I mean I’m one of the only people who could make magical gear. I flipped at the veggies I cooked before putting them in containers and leaving the lids off until they cooled down to room temp.

The moms told me where my spot was in one of the four fridges around the room and I filled it up with my meal prep stuff. I was putting things away and just familiarizing myself with the kitchen when the person who made me decide to live here came into the room. She looked at my food, especially the freshly baked bread and grabbed at a box of pop tarts on the opposite side of the room.

I put on a big smile and offered her one of the big loaves of bread. “Hello! I’m your new neighbor Danny Storm nice to meet you.” She shook my hand and accepted the big loaf pulling off a section and eating it while saying. “Nice to meetcha Danny. My name’s Stephanie Brown.”

For a brief moment only perceptible by speedsters my facade breaks as I think. “Fuck, she might still be underage.”