As the morning continued on in the Avenger tower, everyone eventually got up and quickly went to work. While Emma did her normal morning routine of walking Nala around the block with Brandon accompanying her.
Steve and Maria Hill walked off the elevator, where the living room was, still a complete mess, with pieces of glass laid out everywhere. The two talked amongst each other as they walked towards the nearby staircase, up where the rest of the Avengers currently were, "He's all over the globe. Robotic labs, weapon facilities, jet propulsion labs, reports of a metal man, or men, coming in and emptying the place," Maria informed the super soldier.
"Fatalities?" Steve asked.
"Only when engaged," Maria told him, "Mostly guys left in a fugue state going on about old memories, worst fears, and something too fast to see."
"Maximoffs," Steve muttered, "Well, that makes sense they'd go to them, they have someone in common."
"Not anymore," Maria said and Steve looked at her confused before she handed him her tablet. On it, Steve saw a picture of a deceased Strucker, shot in the head, with the word, PEACE, written on the wall with his blood.
Steve sighed before the two continued on up the stairs. Down below them, a certain bright blonde stepped out from under the stairs, having heard what they said. Pietro...
Allie glanced down at the book in her hand, a book full of quotes and poems she borrowed from Emma's room. She opened it, reading off a page in her head, with a conflicted expression across her;
And maybe I loved you
in another life and
I promised you that
I would find you,
somewhere on the other side.
Or maybe
you've always been
in my subconscious.
Nudging me this way
and pulling me that way
until I found you. I don't know.
But I do know
I've felt you more than
one life should allow.
— J.M. Storm
It's not exactly love at first sight.
It is more like soul recognition.
— Lynette Simeone
It happens like this.
One day you meet someone,
and for some inexplicable reason,
you feel more connected to this
stronger than anyone else.
— Lang Leav
The blonde frustratedly shut the book, gripping it close to her chest, "Freaking poems," she muttered before she herself began to head up the stairs.
———
When Steve got up the higher level, he caught Barton down the hall, on the phone with someone, "That's a negative. I answer to you. Yes, ma'am," he said into the phone.
"Barton," Steve called and Barton looked back at him, "We might have something."
"Gotta go," Barton said into the phone before he hung up, putting the phone into his pocket.
"Who was that?" Steve asked.
"Girlfriend," Barton said right before Allie walked up the stairs, but stopping in her place when she saw the two men.
"Dad," Allie greeted, "Clint..."
"Hey, Ale," Steve said as the three began down the hallway together, "How'd you sleep?"
"Fine," Allie said, rather quickly.
"Is that a book?" Barton asked, gesturing to the one in her arms.
"Poems," she said.
"You think poems are boring," Steve said and Allie rolled her eyes before playfully nudging him.
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