“When’s the first time she came on to you?” Khan looks up at me. I don’t want to answer his question. I don’t want that information out there, but all the men stare at me.
“I don’t think that’s important.” I mumble because I don’t want anyone to think any less of her. “It’s irrelevant.”
“Just answer the question.” Oz snaps, and I look down at the table, picking at the wood where it separates.
“Fury’s wedding.” The rest of the men groan in the room.
“Why didn’t you?” He asks, which makes me laugh.
“The main reason is she was 16 and a very strong secondary reason was I didn’t want to die.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?” Oz asks and I shrug.
“I’m not sure. I wasn’t even patched in yet. I was just glad to be there. I didn’t want to cause any more conflict. Plus, it was harmless and not like she lived here anymore.”
“Why didn’t you tell us about your leg?” Ash asks me this time.
“I don’t know. I don’t really talk about it. I only told Fury because it was hurting once and asked him to look at it.”
