Surviving My Avengers Life (Thor Love Story... kind of... you will see...)

Going Home...

The next few days were spent getting to know my Uncle and letting him get to know me. I didn’t really care that he didn’t say much about his past. He was himself. That was all that mattered.
The hospital wouldn’t let me go till the end of the week because of the amount of blood I had lost. So I talked.
          I told him of my past and how I had gotten my name and how I met the elderly couple that were the only family I had ever known. I did however leave out my special abilities. If he knew that my skin was fire resistant or that I had lighting fast reflexes. Or even that my thought process was at least five times faster than a normal mind. He didn’t need to know
          It was Wednesday morning and I was already awake and waiting for my Uncle Bruce. I was going to spend that day telling him about school and my accomplishments. I knew how to play the piano, even though I hadn’t in almost a year. I knew I still could.
          Mabie, if the place was big enough, Uncle Bruce would let me have a piano. The thought excited me so much that I began to play Choppin with imaginary keys on my tray table. I didn’t notice that I had visitors.
          “Excuse me miss.” A voice said from the doorway. “We are sorry to bother you, but we are looking for Dr. Banner. The nurse at the nurses’ station said if he was here this is the room he would be in.” I looked up to see the man that had spoken. He was tall and muscular. His hair was blonde and he had blue eyes. 
I had to be suffering a side effect of the pain medication because I was pretty sure that Steve Rodgers, the one and only Captian America was standing in my hospital room. I was sure of it when I heard a loud, bossy voice coming from the hallway and a man I knew was Tony Stark came pushing his way into the room.
          “Is he here?” he asked in an obnoxious voice. Looking around the room he turned towards the door to leave.
          “He isn’t here. Oh well. Let’s leave!” He exclaimed.
          Shaking myself out of it I said, “He isn’t here yet, but he should be soon.”
          Mr. Stark stopped and turned back around. Steve Rogers smiled politely at me. “Would you mind if we stayed and waited for him with you?” He asked walking to the chair next to my bed.
Steve Rogers and Tony Stark were looking for my newly found Uncle. He couldn’t be that Bruce Banner… could he?
Get a hold of yourself Adalynn! I told myself. Even if he is that Bruce Banner, he is still your family. It wouldn’t matter one way or the other to me. Family was family despite the flaws.
Aware of Mr. Stark examining the medical equipment and complaining about how primitive it was, I smiled back at him.
          “No. Not at all.” I replied. “Do you know my Uncle Bruce? I didn’t know he was a doctor.” I looked at him curious.
          They both froze and looked at me in shock. I laughed a bit and gave them an overview of my life and how I met my Uncle Bruce. I was just finishing up when my uncle walked into the room.
          At the sight of my visitors he stopped in his tracks and just stared. Finally he turned to me.
          “I suppose you know exactly who I am now.” He sighed. “No doubt Stark spilled everything by now.” He sent a scowl in Mr. Stark’s direction.
          “No.” I replied. “He has actually been very quiet. I wondered at it before. But decided that if you were that Bruce Banner, you would tell me when you were ready.” I looked my uncle in the eyes. “It doesn’t matter anyways. It just means that I will have to make sure you don’t have reason to worry about me and someone else will have to teach me how to drive.”
          I smiled up at him sweetly as Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers threw their heads back and laughed. My Uncle Bruce’s face turned slightly pink.
          “You have quite a girl there Banner.” Mr. Stark exclaimed, getting up from his seat he made his way towards to the door. “As nice as this all is,” he said, “I am going to go talk to someone about having you moved to a better hospital.” He paused and looked at me closer, taking in my coloring.
          “Or mabie even Stark Tower.” He looked at Uncle Bruce. “I know you don’t have a place of your own and stay at S.H.I.E.L.D. That is a terrible place to live.” He winked and walked out.
A couple hours later I was in a car, courtesy or Stark Enterprises, on my way across town. In the excitement of the day I was exhausted. Leaning my head against my Uncle’s arm I fell asleep.
          I woke up a bit as I felt someone take me in their arms. I heard Mr. Stark’s voice before I drifted back to sleep.
          “Welcome Home.”