BOOK 3 of the ORPHIC Series
CHURLISH
/ˈCHərliSH/
marked by a lack of civility.
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Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker finds herself in the 21 century sporting the title of Aunt while lugging along h...
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"You are not a failure until you begin to blame somebody else and stop trying."
New Jersey, America September, 2015
"—PUBLIC CAN'T HELP BUT wonder, what were the intentions of an international criminal aiding the Avengers? Can the famed partner of the Winter Soldier be redeemed? When will the government apprehend her and give the American people an answer? For now, that judgement can only be made by you. This is NBC news—"
The news anchor disappeared off screen as Lucy pointed a remote at it. She stared at the darkness, her reflection staring back at her. She recoiled inwardly when her hair gleamed completely black. In that moment she accepted the fact she'd probably never understand the magic of Asgard, even if she chose to learn it.
That was a damn bummer, since her abilities relied on cosmic magic.
She sighed, adjusting the sleeves of her jacket, before placing her hands on her hips. She scanned the common room of the new Avengers headquarters one last time. She only had an hour or so before someone from the CIA or FBI came storming through the front door. Her fingers curled around the straps to her survival bag as she swung it over her shoulder. She pocketed her phone, turning towards the doorway.
Steve was leaning against the opening, his eyes flicking over the bag on her shoulder. He examined her for a moment, leaning without much worry. This time, at the very least, he knew that she was leaving.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked.
Lucy smiled softly, nodding her head.
"Is Natasha alright?" She questioned as they exited her room, entering the hallway.
Her footsteps could actually be heard for once–she'd learned to not stalk over the months of freedom she'd experienced. Steve's familiar soft padding comforted her as they stepped around a corner, passing another hallway.
"She's setting up the vehicle." Steve informed. "It's completely untraceable, bulletproof windows, multiple license plates with different state origins. A Maroon Bentley Bentayga, one of Tony's with Natasha's upgrades."
Lucy chuckled softly, feeling marginally better about the vehicle she was being provided with. She'd been planning to travel on foot, the most efficient way to remain untraceable and off the grid. But she supposed starting with an upgraded Stark approved vehicle was better than nothing at all.
It would do the job for now, and she would need it to travel to her first destination.
They exited the building and into a lower level garage. A familiar bushel of red hair shifted as Natasha stepped forwards from behind one of the large vehicles. She crossed her arms over her chest as the pair approached her.
