But you never turned down a challenge.
So, you made your way over to the famous Avenger tower and looked up at the huge building. You mumbled the phrase, 'timeless' and walked inside like nothing happened.
You pulled the badge off an employee and made your way through the endless halls, up some elevators when you got lost, and after about three hours, you found no captain. Everyone knew he lived here, and you already spotted Tony Stark's girlfriend, assuming he was here too, but then you just shrugged to yourself and kept looking, hoping he left it behind.
By the fourth hour, you were becoming beyond impatient and about to give up and call it a night, when one last idea struck your mind.
You went to a computer that was already unlocked so you could see everything after pushing the agent's wheeled chair with them on it off to the side and you started scanning it for any signs of property. You searched Steve Rogers, and nothing showed up, but when you searched Captain America, it turned out that he had stolen the shield back from the government recently, which confused you.
"Why would he have to steal his own shield?" You thought out loud and then decided that was it, you lost the hunt, and you were just going to text Candace to tell her you failed.
You sighed to yourself, leaving the desk and chuckling at how the agent was now facing the wall looking like a kid in time out. You rolled your eyes, disappointed, because you were the reigning champion for these stupid hunts and now you had nothing.
You made your way outside and muttered the stupid word before the world went back to normal again. Being disappointed your night was such a bust, you decided to go out and do some heavy drinking instead. You texted a few people and they met you at a bar where the drink prices were a minimum of twenty bucks and that was just what was on tap.
It ended up being a pretty fun night and you didn't start walking back to your place until about two in the morning, having your friend Mikey split off to his place a bit earlier, leaving you to make the rest of the way by yourself. It was only a few blocks over, but of course, that still meant trouble was waiting for you around one of those corners.
"What you got on you, pretty lady?" A scruffy, twitchy man demanded, coming out of one of the dark alleys with a pistol pointed at your middle, "Give me your wallet for starters."
"Whatta night," You smirked, rolling your eyes and pretending to slowly take your wallet out of your bag before muttering, "Timeless."
You took the gun from him and threw it off into the street's gutter, then you tied his shoelaces together for good measure. You walked away from him and when you were a good distance where he could no longer see you, you spoke the word, making everything move again.
You were bored and unsatisfied with how your powers were being used these days, but you didn't notice that this was making you careless and, drunk or not, you needed to be careful.
After unsteadily making it up your stoop, you sloppily unlocked your door with more than a few tries and stumbled inside, face planting on the couch. Your dress was torn from when you fell over in the bar, tearing it on the corner of the counter, your hair and makeup was a mess, and your feet ached from walking in your heeled boots so much. But you were way too drunk and tired to care about showering, let alone changing, so you let yourself pass out.
You had these types of mornings all the time lately.
You groaned in pain, shielding your eyes with a hand to your face as the sun streamed through the windows, and then you slowly got up before bolting for the bathroom.
You wouldn't say you have a drinking problem, but if you weren't comparing yourself to the people who you knew drank like that almost six nights a week along with a copious about of drugs mixed in, some might say you do.
You wouldn't say that, but yeah, some might.
After a slow morning that lasted almost until noon, you slipped a hoodie over your head and tugged on a pair of baggy jeans with some slipper booties, leaving your hair and makeup messed up, threw on a pair of sunglasses and stepped out the door. You were honestly starving, and your kitchen was currently bare, so you walked down the street to your favorite bagel shop for some much needed coffee and a couple of bagels with cream cheese.
"Y/n, hello!" Georgia, the barista behind the counter, who you went on exactly two dates with before sleeping together, cheered brightly and you scowled at her, knowing it was on purpose.
Even after you broke up with her, seeing as she actually wanted to get to know you after a pretty good night spent together, she wasn't angry, just likes to constantly tease you about it. It's still your favorite shop because the food is delicious, and the coffee is the best hot or cold.
"Hey, Georgia," You grumbled with a tight smile, reaching the counter, "Can I have-"
"Your hangover special?" She guessed by looking at you alone and you raised your eyebrows before she explained, "Every time you have a...night, you always come in here around noon for two of your favorite bagels and two coffees."
"I like to chase the hot one with the iced," You shrugged innocently as she got to work on making everything, "What can I say? I'm a sadist."
"Not from what I remember." She winked at you with a cheeky smile, and you laughed, leaning on the counter with your elbows.
"Yeah? And what do you remember?" You played into it, "I mean, it's been almost three years now."
"Hm," She pretended to think with a light blush to her cheeks, despite acting confident a mere second ago, sliding your bag and coffee holder with your cups and straws in it over to you, whispering a low, "I remember not being able to walk the next morning."
"Think you called in sick that day," You nodded with a smirk, giving her a twenty and then waving off the change before turning to leave, "Have a good one, Georgia."
"Bye, Y/n."
You strolled back to your place slowly, just enjoying the light breeze of the early afternoon and when you made it to the top of your stoop eventually, you noticed you left the door unlocked.
You rolled your eyes at your carelessness and went inside, making sure to lock it behind you. Then you went over to the dining table and set everything down, barely waiting a moment before lifting the hot coffee to your lips, deeming this the start of your hangover cure no matter how much you despise it.
"Two coffees," A deep voice spoke up from the living room and you spun to face the man sitting on your couch with a gun in his hand, "Were you expecting me?"
Your eyes went wide with your first instinct to be freeze him, but you were too curious as to who he was and why he was so casually lounging around in your house. You took another sip of your coffee, keeping your sunglasses on and he raised his eyebrows, surprised by your minimal reaction.
"Why do you have an eyepatch?" You asked instead, your heartbeat calming with the knowledge that you could stop him any time and then use the gun with the silencer on him if you needed to.
"I saw you outside of the tower," He explained, crossing his legs and leaning back on the couch, ignoring your question, "And I know you were inside the tower, one of my agent's badges on the floor next to that coffee table has only proved it further."
"You can't prove anything; I could've found that badge and was planning to return it." You shrugged, drinking some more.
"No," He smiled and that somehow made you more uncomfortable, "But I know you're different and I know you messed with time to get inside, facing my agent up against a wall in his seat also led me to that conclusion."
"Huh." You nodded, shrugging afterwards like it didn't bother you.
"So, you have two options," He continued, standing up, and you slowly placed your coffee down on the table, readying yourself to make a move if you needed to, "You can stop and kill me, but you and I both know this won't be the end because more people will come after you, tearing your life apart since I'm not the only one who knows you now, Y/n L/n, or..."
"Or what." You gritted out between your teeth, pissed by the threats this man was making, but also slightly intrigued because like you said, you were always up for a challenge.
"Or you can help me."
