Able (An Avengers Fanfic)

Chapter 7: The Rooter

Hi everyone!

I am so excited to bring this next chapter to you! I'll probably updating this story a lot during this month since its disability pride month and what perfect way to celebrate then update this story as much as I can?!

I also want to let you guys know that I have changed Roman's/Hunter's name. I asked a friend for a name... and the name they gave me was one of a guy they were talking to and messing around with. I used Hunter as a temporary until I found a better one because I was so grossed out 🤣. Anyway, I've decided on the name Alexander/Alex/Alec! I will be using these three interchangeably when referring to Liv's brother.

Thanks for reading, 

Crying_Happiness 💛

May 17, 2011

There is a man sitting at my desk rooting through the drawers when I arrive at work. The wheels of my office chair echo through the quiet as they roll against the tiles beneath them, and the security guard who usually plays games on his phone is more alert than usual. Another man is standing at attention a few steps behind the one who has hijacked my desk, his build husky and his dark hair recedes from his wide forehead. He kind of reminds me of that Coulson guy that showed up at my door.

"Can I... help you?" I ask, placing my purse on the counter above.

"Uh, no, not really" The rooter says into a drawer as he pushes all of the stuff inside out of place. "Just looking for some candy."

"Then, uh... you might want to try the drawer above that one" I say, pointing at it even though he can't see me.

"I did, it's locked." He says, once again into the drawer.

"No, not locked." I respond. "You have to lift and pull" I make the motion with my good hand as if I was opening the drawer myself.

The Rooter stops and turns towards me, making the chair squeak underneath him. There is doubt and question lurking behind his dark gaze as he looks at me, clearly not believing a word I said.

Something about him is familiar but I can't quite place from where. His dark hair is styled to look messy, while his goatee is neatly shaven. He is sporting a faded, dark t-shirt with dark green sleeves and a pair of dark pants. Even the glow from under his shirt doesn't keep his identity from eluding me.

"Oh" He says as he turns again. This time, the drawer rolls out effortlessly. "Has it always been like that?" He looks back at me, one hand still on the handle and the other pointing at the drawer itself.

"Since I've started to work here" I shrug.

"That must be frustrating." The Rooter stands up as he pops a butterscotch candy into his mouth. "Hey J.A.R.V.I.S, would you mind ordering a desk?" He says just before he twists his lips together and spits the candy back into the clearish yellow wrapper.

"This is disgusting" He notes.

"What kind of desk would you want me to order, sir?" A robotically, human voice asks at the same time. It comes from everywhere in the room, so loud that it makes me jump.

"Preferably one where all the drawers work" He responds off-handedly, diving back into the candy dish. "Do you have anything that isn't butterscotch? Maybe a mint?" His dark eyes land on me again.

"Per the reviews, Sir; there are five desks that match what you are looking for" The robot-human voice speaks before I can. My eyes search the room for the source of the sound and it's the first time since I've worked here that I spot the speakers dotting along the ceiling.