American Girl: An Avengers FanFiction

Chapter 28

Author's note: I would like to apologize for taking so long to get this posted, I was out of town with my family and had no internet access. I would also like to thank @CisquexLily for voting on chapter 4. Thank you to all of my readers for sticking with me so far I know there hasn't been much action (yet) but I needed to build Beth as a character and develop her relationships with her teammates. Also I felt that the Avengers tend to fall apart when they aren't forced together in life or death situations so Beth, Peter, and Eliza have things in common with everyone and due to their bond will be able to pull the team together. 

"You wake her. I'm not doing it." Peter hisses.

"I can't, you wake her." Steve whispers back.

"No way dude. Not happening. And Eliza's still out and I'm not going to wake Beth up, uh-uh. Not happening. You have to do it."

"It's not appropriate, you're related you do it."

"Or we could get Bucky to go wake Beth up. He's related right?"

I quietly open the door and whisper, "Or maybe Beth is already awake."

Steve and Peter turn and stare at me. Steve blushes, Peter looks apologetic, "Sorry, but you can be a bit grouchy in the morning. Also, I know about the incident."

"What incident?" Steve wonders.

"I, uh, took to keeping a knife under my pillow at the Night Era camp

Flashback

It was early, early enough that it was still dark. The kind of time that makes it hard to determine if it is midnight or morning. I was awoken by the faint creaking of my door opening and threw one of the two knives I'd taken to keeping under my pillow at the top of  door frame as a warning. The second knife was clutched in my hand to ward of the attacker.

"Beth! I'm a friend not an enemy. I'm not attacking you but I will defend myself if need be. " The ambassador calls out. I start sit up and break down in tears. She puts her arm around my shoulders and comforts me, "Hey, it's okay. You have been through a lot."

"I could have hurt you."

"I would have melted the knife before it hit me."

"But-"

"It will be okay."

 I'm already dressed for mass in a nice pair of dress pants and collared shirt.Steve and Peter are dressed in nice button up shirts and slacks, though you can tell Peter's are borrowed since the clothes bag on his thin frame. We head downstairs and join Uncle Bucky in the kitchen for breakfast. I scarf down a bowl of cereal and then Uncle Bucky, Steve, Peter, and I all head to the garage and load in the milk truck. 

The summer Peter and Eliza were fifteen and I was thirteen our grandparents gave us the 1920's milk  truck from the barn on the condition that we fix it up. Grandpa had bought it years before meaning to restore it but  only ever got it repainted. Finally he gave up and gave it to us grandkids. Peter is driving since he has the keys and all but I climb in the passenger side. Steve and Uncle Bucky sit on the benches on either side of the back and buckle up. Peter tears out of the garage and whips around onto the dirt road.

"This isn't NASCAR, slow down!" I yell as the momentum flings us all side ways. 

"Sorry." Peter answers slowing down, I turn on the radio and set it to a  country station playing new and old hits. Peter and I are singing along with every song until we get to the chapel on Fort Leavenworth. After mass Peter drives to a faded red barn out in the middle of nowhere and gets out of the truck, he slides the barn doors open.

"I call flying." I shout as I race to prepare Spooky. Steve and Uncle Bucky stand in shock. Bet this brings back some memories. Spooky is a C-47 Skytrain, a WWII era military plane used for troop transport, medical airlifts, and supplies. The planes also saw service in Korea and Vietnam. Peter, Eliza, and I modified Spooky so it generates it's own power through a combination of solar panels on the wings and small turbines attached to the propellers that generate almost as much power as is used to power the propeller, the solar panels make up the difference. We were able to afford all of the modifications to Spooky and the milk truck thanks to Stark Industries young innovator foundation. 

"How come you get to fly?" Peter protests weakly.

"You got to drive so I get to fly."

"We are going back to the tower?" Steve clarifies snapping out of memory lane, Uncle Bucky is still lost in thought. 

"Yep, no place like home Captain. Peter and I could use your help loading the truck into the plane if you don't mind."

"I go that reference.Come on Buck." Steve places his hand on Uncle Bucky's arm, he flinches away but turns and realizes who it is. Between the four of us the plane is ready to fly shortly. A petite woman with a thick brown braid and piercing black eyes waves us off as we take off. I circle around the farm and dip a wing in acknowledgment. Peter is acting as copilot with Cap and Uncle Bucky in the other two crew seats. Bucky looks a little green. Peter grins "Barf bags are under the seats. Just in case you need one, which you might, Beth is crazy."

"No I'm not. My parents had me tested." I joke.

"Su-ure." Peter drawls rolling his eyes, "Doesn't stop you from flying like a maniac."

"Not a maniac, a bird. I'm a natural." I giggle.

"Whatever, as long we don't crash and burn."

In answer I send the plane spiraling into a barrel roll. From the sound of things Bucky just lost his breakfast.Peter grimaces "I hope you used a bag, I just cleaned the floor before Eliza and I flew out here."

I land on the tower's runway without any more stunts,  I try to limit the barfing to once per flight unless absolutely necessary. Peter unloads the milk truck and drives around to Stark's garage. I taxi the plane into an empty spot in the hanger and follow Steve through the halls back to the tower taking care to memorize all the various codes he uses and their respective doors.