WHEN TONY STARK DIED, THE AVENGERS DIED WITH HIM.
The world's mightiest heroes are now gone, but their enemies aren't. If anything, they've multiplied, stronger and smarter. It's...
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HAZEL WAS SURE THAT SHE LOST THE WEIRDO.
Brown-haired, mid-twenties, slipping in and away before she could see him better. After Sofia, she knew only three types of people could be following her: Agents, kids who watched too many movies, and other people like her, whether his intentions were good or not.
She'd met a few nice kids (Like the curly-haired blonde lady), and a few evil ones (the kid in Queens? The fat one? Creepy). But Hazel didn't want to risk getting caught, she'd stay a bit, and then run. It was her...life. Her own messed up, unstable, and dangerous way of living.
Burning down her parents' old home? It kinda felt good, she also made sure nobody was living in it (nobody did, but a rich old jerk had bought it as storage judging from the odd serums and machines). But it also was pretty dumb afterward...when she almost destroyed the neighboring houses, nobody died, but two people were seriously injured.
Hazel stopped, panting for air. She fell down, back propped against the wall in an alley. A good thing she'd learned? Don't go in strange alleys, stay out, alleys are dark, creepy, gloomy, and contain dangerous things (like Nick Fury or radioactive sludge).
Knowing the rules of survival, she got out of the alley, quick as a flash.
Funnily enough, next to the alley, was a cafe she knew too well. It seemed to be everywhere now, a big franchise, Hazel Cafe. Which she felt briefly insulted by, but it was gold, they didn't bat an eye if you came in battered and bloody, and the staff all seemed to be veterans of weirdness. Hazel almost burnt her toast to cinders after she saw the Winter Soldier on TV, but a raven-haired lady just offered another one and said that 'yeah, nothing ever happens in Romania...why would anything come here?'
Of course though, Hazel found out a few days later that the Winter Soldier was hiding in Romania. Which was ironic. Even more ironic? The lady sold him out.
The cafe's door opened with a cling of the chimes. A young blonde looked up from the bar and smiled at Hazel something seemed familiar, maybe the creamy pink-and-brown striped shirt with a white apron, maybe the mischievous smile, or maybe the fact that she looked like a lady she had seen on TV.
"Zdraveĭte," Hazel greeted, worried that the cap wasn't gonna mask her identity. Her eyes fell on the blonde's name tag. She raised an eyebrow."Blondie?"
Blondie smiled. "Yeah...name's kinda redacted."
That was normal, everyone redacted their name, or changed it. She's met so many, she'd faked so many names. Her favorite moment? When the rookie S.H.I.E.L.D agent thought she was a Black Widow after she said her name was 'Sheena.'
"So...what can I get you?" Blondie said with a smile. Hazel shrugged. "Coffee?"
"Why not?" Hazel shrugged, and the blonde winked, going behind and shouting to a certain 'Alexis.'
The door chimes rang again. A man in a trench coat and a young guy came in, the guy apparently explaining to him why Stephen King was a classic. Hazel could agree somehow, his books were masterpieces.
