This book just contains things that I didn't write down in my main books. They're things that happened to Blaire before, and during her time with Hydra.
This book isn't mandatory to read, but if you want to know a little bit about Blaire Carter, her...
A/N: Not sure why I haven't done this sooner. It's been like over a year... Anyway, on with the show. It's gonna be chaotic and sweet, but I thought I'd finally write it.
(Inspired by StarryLane's (Formally MrPerryPlatypus) comment from the chapter, "The Pacific")
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Sometime in 2014, Blaire's POV~ (FYI, she's 13)
My father had suggested bringing me to Avengers Tower to actually interact with people besides himself and Winter. I immediately opposed the idea, but I was dragged along anyway as he didn't want to leave me all alone.
With a huff, I buckled myself in the backseat of the car and prepared myself to get through the agonizing car trip through the entirety of Manhattan. I passed the time by looking out the window and daydreaming. What snapped me out of my trance was seeing how busy Time Square was. Billboards flashing all sorts of ads, magnitudes of colors screaming at my face. This place was the first thing my father saw after being frozen for seventy years. It looks so...Overwhelming.
I eventually settled back to my daydreaming. It was the things like all the bright lights in Time Square that made me miss home and how things used to be. I sound old saying that.
Thankfully, in just a blink of an eye, we were finally at Avengers Tower. The giant 'A' on the side of the building was a dead giveaway, along with the noticeable design of the structure. I felt the feeling of nervousness bubble up inside of me. But what was there to be frightened of?
My father had assured me numerous times that there was nothing I needed to fret over. But of course there was. I was going to be the center of attention. When is that never something not to fret over?
Younger me would have loved this. Having all the attention on her would have been a dream come true. No doubt. But the thing is: I'm not that girl anymore. I haven't been her for a long time.
I opened the car door, and I was immediately blinded by the bright sun. I flinched back a bit, using my arm to shield the top of my face. I walked forward, trying to adjust to the harsh brightness. I blinked a few times, and then I was finally used to it.
My father glanced back at me, checking if I was alright. When I gave him a weak thumbs up in conformation, he began walking towards the front entry doors. Not wanting to get locked out of the building, I followed close behind him.
The first thing I took note of when I walked through the doors was how professional it smelled. If that makes any sense? The second was the big desk that was adjacent to the front doors. There was a single brunette haired lady endlessly typing away at a computer.
She glanced up from her computer and took a good look at the two of us. I could tell from her gaze that she was slightly wary of me. I shied away from her eyes in embarrassment. When my father approached her desk, I could see that she put up a perky attitude. "Hello, Mr. Rogers." She greeted him. "Hello, Charlotte. How are you today?" He smiled as he asked her. I just stood there idly, watching the two of them.
