The white rabbit

Chapter 1: the crash

Y/n pov:
You were outside in the forest the weight of the axe on your back and the rope tied around your waist was heavy due to you pulling pounds of wood and meat behind you. You were pretty far away from the cottage you been living in since you were eight since your parents decided it would be safer for everyone and it wasn't often when you would get a card from them mostly because they were too busy living in the city months walks away from where you lived but you learned how to make due. Most of the days you were out finding food or supplies to fix the house or to keep you warm for the ice cold winter months ahead since you lived in Canada, but by night you would plug in your old fashioned tv and watch what was happening on the outside world but you wouldn't watch for long periods because you didn't want to be put on the radar of the government. You continued to pull the supplies too the cottage that was now slowly approaching towards you, you could see the dirt path you made when you were 10 so you wouldn't get lost while hunting. You finally put everything where it was when you arrived making quick work persevering the meat so you could eat some tonight but also save some for the winter.

You washed your hands with the water you had boiled and purified while you were gone and with the soap you made from deer fat and dried them with cotton cloth you made a few months ago from wild cotton. You stepped outside on your back porch and observed the sky but then you saw something fly so quickly into the ground and make a dent in the trees and appeared to be a jet. Without hesitation you jumped over the frame of the porch and ran towards the crash hoping that they landed and a less dense area of the forest so it wouldn't catch on fire. You were to worry if people got hurt if they were you would take apart the jet and use it for parts and whatever was inside too. If there were people help them out and hope they never speak a word about you being here. There the jet was, it wasn't on fire but it was dug pretty deep into the soil. You carefully approach the jet and opened the door of it. There on the ground was 12 people well actually eleven people one robot. You carefully brought them all outside and placed them by the trees. You sat there for a few minutes when done waiting to see if they were alive.

" what happened- wait who are you?" A man spoke he had blonde hair with tiny bits of brown mix into it and had on a blue and red and bit of white suit on
" stay calm. I don't want trouble I helped you out of there, some of you were crushed behind boxes so I guess you're welcome-" you replied and jumped down for the top of the jet
" oh uh thanks- what are you doing out here? There's no radar out here how are you alive?" He asked as you began sort through their stuff
" I been out here since I eight years old. I am not going to answer why but I survived off of the land. Once everyone or mostly everyone is awake we will head to my cottage and I will make everyone dinner once everyone is back into shape you will all leave and never speak to anyone that I am here." You spoke and grabbed a few bottles of water and other food supplies.
" did you do something bad? Like killing somebody" he asked and began you sort through things too
" not really. I never killed anyone. Im more out here for safety" you shrugged as you threw the stuff you had to a bag you had just found.
" ok. By the way my name is Steve Rogers." He spoke while a smile
" y/n. Nice to meet you"

After a few minutes everyone had woken up and told me their names. Tony stark, Natasha Romanoff. James Buchanan Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, bruce banner, vision, Peter Parker, Clint Barton, Dr. Stephen Strange and Sam Wilson, you lead them back too the cottage and made them dinner