The Vampire in Hawkins (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Epilogue Three

25 years later: 2012

When news broke a year ago that Captain America was found encased in ice and now walking around freely, It took everything in me not to immediately run and find him. Not that finding him did anything anyways since he is protected by SHIELD. So when news broke that a new team called the Avengers where stopping space aliens from attacking and that he was part of said team, I dropped everything and made my way to New York.

Did I leave everyone behind? Yes. Do I care? No.

I need to make sure my brother really does know what I am and that he accepts it before I introduce him to my family. If he doesn't, then he isn't my brother anymore.

I managed to arrive three hours after the battle, and I was happy to see people walking around moving rubble with machines and pulling people out from where they were trapped. It made me sad to smell the amount of death in the air. Maybe if the meeting goes well I'd be allowed to help.

Taking in a deep breath, I smell Steve's familiar scent of the woods with a hint of citrus coming from high up. Going around the tall glass tower, I move to where others wouldn't see me and call for my wings. Over the years with Eddie's help, we experimented on what shirt pattern worked best when I wanted to use my wings.

Many, Many, Many attempts later, we ended up with a weighted flap that popped open with force but reattached itself to the shirt so there isn't a gaping hole on my back. It works well but is super annoying. Maybe Steve can point me somewhere that could help with this problem.

Landing on a still destroyed balcony where Steve's scent is strongest, alarms went off and it made me go into a protective stance with my wings in front of me as a shield. My wings could take bullets, but not knives. The team, who I would assume is the Avengers, Stood at the ready pointing weapons of their own.

"Who are you, and how did you get up here?" A guy with glasses wearing all black asked. "My name is Y/N Winchester-Colt. I'm looking for an old friend, Steve Rogers. He knows me by the name Y/N L/N. I got up here by flying." I look over the group and my eyes lock with baby blue.

My wings uncurl from around me and I hold my hands up as they disappear. "I just want to talk to my friend, and I'll be on my way." The redhead turns to Steve with a question in her eyes only to see shock and wonder in his eyes. "I guess Buck and I guessed right if you still look the same." A sad smile was on his face, and it made me step forward on habit to comfort him but weapons were raised higher.

"Guys, stand down. This is one of my friends from the war. She was a battle nurse."

"From the war? But she looks like a teen."

I looked at the guy with a bow and arrow, "I'm 189, not a teen Robinhood." The one with shades on (seriously he's indoors) laughed and walked to the bar, pouring two glasses. "I like you. Welcome to my tower. Could you tell me why my records show that you died in the 1800s?"

The others looked back and forth between Shades and me in disbelief. I looked at Steve, "Do you trust them?" Steve breaks off from the group and pulls me into a crushing hug, "I trust them, and I missed you." I hug him equally as hard, "I missed you too. When I heard what happened, I was lost for years."

He steps away with a smile and ruffles my hair. "Steve! You know I hate when you do that." He rolled his eyes and stands by my side with a smile to face his team. "Guys this is Y/N. Y/N this is Tony, Natasha, Bruce, and Clint." He points to each person as he says their name and I give them each a nod.

"To answer your earlier question, Tony," I start when he looked to start getting impatient, "I did die in the 1800s. I was turned into a vampire, so I'm technically still dead." Natasha scoffs, "Vampires aren't real." I looked at Steve who gives me a shrug. He's surprisingly cool about the whole thing.