The Valiant (An Avengers FanFic) {COMPLETED}

Chapter Four: The Avengers, Re-assemble!

F**k, yeah! My requirements are finish! I don’t have to worry about school this summer now! All I want to do is finish this story and go on with the next ones :))

Dedicated to thesecretavenger and loves_Loki… :))

Had a nice chat with you :))

loves_Loki, you are really nice, though…

And thesecretavenger, please don’t murder me… I’m not worth killing for because I am Ronica Lorenzo, youngest S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Small and young, yet skillful and deadly… XD

Just kidding… I’m nice :)) I wouldn’t kill a girlfriend of my boyfriend… XD

And shoot! I gave a spoiler on my story… :P

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(Chapter Four: The Avengers, Re-assemble!)

Riding his motorcycle, Steve Rogers is heading to S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. He has a feeling that S.H.I.E.L.D. knows something behind the huge explosion. He arrives in front and parks his motorcycle by the sidewalk. He enters the building and checks in the front desk.

“Good morning, Captain Rogers,” says Addison, the front desk receptionist.

“Is Director Fury in?” he asks, expressionless.

“Yes, sir. He’s at the conference room no. 3.”

“What floor is that in?”

“Fifth floor, sir,” she smiles.

He thanks her and heads for the elevator. He pushes five and waits. The elevator stops at the fourth floor and Natasha enters. She’s in her dark spy uniform.

“Hi, Captain,” she greets with a smile.

“Hello,” he answers.

The elevator dings and they both step out. They both walk to the conference room. The door slides open and they both enter. Director Fury is standing in front of the computers. He’s viewing the satellite footage of the blue light. He sees that a couple of meteorites from it fell to Earth. He turns around and sees the two.

“Good morning, sir,” says Steve.

“I have a feeling you’d stop by,” says Director Fury.

The two sits on the chairs circling around the table. The door slides. Tony Stark and Bruce Banner enter. They walk to their seats.

“We’re not late, are we?” asks Tony, being himself, as usual. “Who cares? You didn’t even call us.” Then, he sits down beside Steve.

Bruce groans and sits beside Natasha. The door slides open and Clint walks in.

“Sorry for being late, sir,” says Clint.

Tony rolls his eyes. “All we need now is Hamlet.” He says, pertaining to Thor.

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 As I arrive home from our field trip, I head straight upstairs to my room and put my stuff down. Then, I take the aluminum box from my bag and head to my workshop in the third floor, which is our rooftop. Snowy follows me. I like her being with me inside instead of other people. I don't like anyone in my workshop because I don't like my projects being touched or ruined. And I like being alone.

My grandfather built me this workshop because my room is very small to work in. And it is very unpleasant for him if I work in my room. If I make a project, my room will remain untidy for a week or two. Now that we have a maid, my room doesn't look like a stockpile of papers and junk anymore.