Cornelia Street - Avengers

The General's Offspring

"Neon nights, we're never gonna get this right. But I can see infinity in your eyes, in your eyes."

February 2018

(High In Low Places, Beach Weather)

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It had been a month since Steve first woken up, and his progress had been slow and steady. At first, he had been coming and going every few hours, and every time he woke up, he seemed to stay awake longer and longer. He would open his eyes and at times even answer simple questions, before falling back asleep.

They would all panic every time, but Dr. Wild would just assure them that it was all normal. Over the weeks Beth's appetite had also returned, and her willingness to eat had grown with it.

A couple of days after he first woke up, everyone had come to visit, which the hospital staff certainly did not appreciate as everyone crowded the room. But she assumed nobody wanted to be the person to tell the Avengers to leave because thankfully, not a single complaint was heard.

But now Steve was back home, slowly but surely getting back on his own two feet, training more and more with Sam. None of the team spoke of her absence, but it still lingered, even if they more than understood why she left. A week after he woke up Steve was officially cleared to leave.

The super soldier serum in his body definitely helped the recovery process, healing him quicker than the normal rate, and now everyone was home for the first time since all of this happened. All of their family was back together, well, almost.

"Slow down, you're going to break something and then make me take the blame for it again," Beth reprimanded, twisting the tweezers around in the middle of the nano-tech pad, eyes hurting from the focus it required.

Tinkering in the lab, Pietro sped around, as cautiously as he could manage. It was that or his version of dancing, which was just thrusting the air. Explicit music, his choice, blared through the speakers as she meticulously Bethlysed the latest part of her and Bruce's project.

Pietro knocked over a bucket of pens and she stood up straight with a groan, tossing him a look of disappointment.

"Out." She pointed for the door.

"Sorry, sorry. No, I'll be careful," he stammered, quickly picking them all up and slamming them back onto Tony's desk. "What were you saying-"

"About how I always take the blame for your mistakes-"

"-no, no before that," Pietro interrupted shaking his head. "Before that, it was something soppy."

Beth cleared her throat. "I said that I am not the same person as when I was taken, so what am I? It's just, that ever since she went on that quest for her past, it's got me thinking. I mean, the majority of my memories are brick walls, flashing lights, and a life of cruelty."

He tossed a stress ball above him, one that she never knew existed. "You are an Avenger. Newly daughter of two Avengers, Bethany Morozov. You are the slightly sarcastic, extraordinarily stubborn but caring superhero who saved my life."

"I saved your life?" Beth frowned, moving around the table, peering at her work with her back now to him.

"I'm not being literal," he whispered, and she stilled, fighting every urge in her body not to turn around to face him. Ignoring it she continued to tinker, but he continued. "You have a good heart, is that not worth something?"

"But I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do," she admitted. "I need to know more about what happened to me, why I ended up where I did, why I survived the trials. Why the four of us did, why us? What made us special above the others? Haven't you wondered about it too?" She turned over her shoulder as he now sat perched on a bar stool, looking down thoughtfully with softened blue eyes. "I just...I need to know why it happened so that I can give myself some semblance of peace of mind."