My Forbidden Soldier

I

You were in the city, specifically, the Battle of New York. Chitauri all around, many endangered and/or dead. Ringing in your ears crashed cars all along the roads. Panic set in as you were trying to escape, as soon as you look up at the blackening sky shooting out mysterious creatures, you see a figure in your peripheral vision walking towards you; your vision was blurry and you thought it was going to hurt you...

You suddenly wake up, chilled and sweating. You assumed you had another dream. Your apartment was empty and messy from where you had passed out on the couch the night before. The TV had turned off and the only light you could view was your phone. It was lit up and buzzing on the coffee table with an unknown number.

What the hell

As you picked up the phone to answer it you glanced up at the time.

Who is trying to get in touch with me at 4:30 AM?

You shrugged it off and let the phone continue ringing out. As soon as it was directed to voicemail, the same number called again. Wanting to go to sleep, you hesitantly answered the phone, and tried your absolute best not to sound like a man.

"Um, hello..." You spoke in a raspy voice.

Static was all you heard for a few moments. Then, muffled screams and cries for help were heard in the background. Suddenly, it all cut out and it sounded like you were connected to another line where a woman spoke.

"Good Morning, am I speaking with Y/F/N ?" The female voice said calmly.

"Yes..." You wavered. After the first part of that call, you were nervous to give any more information about yourself.

"Okay, great! I'm calling to offer you a job, one that will pay a very large sum of money and offer you lots of security." She said matter-a-factly.

"Who is 'we'?" You asked suspiciously.

"I'm afraid we cannot answer that." The woman said.

"Yeah, okay. Nice joke, but it's four in the morning and I have work in a few hours. I'm not interested in whatever car insurance you're trying to -" you said.

The call cut out. Whoever had called you had abruptly hung up. You quickly went to your recent and blocked the number.

I should try to go back to sleep

You grabbed your blankets, phone, and pillow and slowly transitioned from the nearly unbearable couch to your semi-comfortable bed. Tossing your phone on the sheet and then slamming the pillow down. Lastly came the covers, you grabbed them and yanked them to your shoulders trying to warm up.

After scrolling through the internet trying to find something boring enough to put you to sleep, you eventually gave up and tried to close your eyes and count to sixty, five times. Something your mother had taught you when you fought sleep when you were younger. After a few minutes, every thought went dark and you had finally nodded off.

A few hours later...

You rolled out of bed and into the floor. You went straight to the coffee maker before getting into the shower and starting your usual morning routine.

After getting out of the bathroom you threw on a pair of jeans and your favorite blouse. You slipped on your flats and grabbed your freshly brewed coffee. You quickly went around your apartment and tidied up the rooms before you had to leave.

Finally, you were ready to go. You grabbed your keys, phone, and laptop bag and turned to lock the door behind you. You headed down the stairs and started off the walk to your workplace.