"I suppose we assign you a room, find the rest of your weapons, arrange for the rest of your stuff to be sent here." Clint shrugs, "I'm guessing you want your books."
Everyone piles back into the service elevator, the Avengers disperse, presumably to their rooms. I follow Clint down the second floor hallway to a spiral staircase, at the top of the stairs is a small common room. One wall is dedicated to a huge tv, opposite that the entire wall is glass, and has a large balcony, the other two wall each have two doors in them. Clint informs me, "Sam is to the left by the window, my room is the other one on the left side, Nat is the first room on the right so you get the room on the right by the window. Welcome to the nest."
"Cool, can I go get my stuff?"
"Sure."
I leave, when I get to my old room I repack my books, my spare clothing already being in my backpack. I got back to the doors to Avengers Tower before I realized I didn't know the code to get in. I knocked, of course no one heard, or if they did they ignored it. I got out my screwdriver and began dismantling the key pad. I almost had the doors open when Tony Stark walked out of the tower.
"What are you doing? You're dismantling my doors. I-" I run past him into the tower. I realize I forgot my bow in the meeting room. I open the door, Steve is sitting in there staring out the window deep in thought. I quietly shut the door behind me and pad over to my bow and quiver, the arrows rattle as I pick them up. Maybe he didn't hear, nope he heard.
"I heard you Hawkeye," Steve gloats his back still to me, he turns in the chair, "Oh, it's you. Darn, I thought I finally caught Hawkeye."
"I'm a bit rusty, I should have been more careful with the arrows they always rattle. I didn't mean to disturb you."
"You didn't disturb me, pulled me of my thoughts, but I needed that."
"Thinking about the war or something?"
"Hmm."
"Taking sometimes helps. If you don't want to talk to me that's okay, there are counselors for this type of thing you know. PTSD is quite common actually, nothing wrong with needing help. Too often the strong, silent man is silent only because he does not know what to say, and is reputed strong only because he has remained silent. Winston Churchill."
"She dismantled my door!" Stark bursts in, "That girl took apart the keypad and destroying my doors with this screwdriver. My doors have been taken apart with a screwdriver !"
"I didn't know the code to get back in, no one answered when I knocked so I decided to open the door myself. You might want to do something about that by the way, it was too easy."
"You dismantled the door? With a screwdriver?" Cap interjects.
"Yep."
"Go fix the doors you two, broken doors put us all at risk."
"Technically I didn't break them, just took them apart." I turn and walk out.
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American Girl: An Avengers FanFiction
FanfictionArmy brat Beth Aquae was picked up by SHIELD after she returns from a two year disappearance with powers. Her family was told she received an internship at a prestigous engineering firm in Washington D.C., room and board included. Beth spends her t...
