The Seventh Avenger - (Marvel x OC)

CH 4.0 - The Party

The year is 1995. It had been years since Andrew's last mission. Rebecca Black, Jessica Drew, and Greer Nelson met outside of a quaint funeral home in similar yet elegant black attire. They greeted eachother and silence fell over the small group as they waited for the doors to open.

"Is he coming?" Greer piped up eventually.

"I doubt it," Rebecca sighed, tiredly. She'd had a long night and had the bruises to prove it. "You know how he feels about giving up the search for a body."

"Anybody talked to him recently? I worry," Jessica murmured under her breath.

"He couldn't have done anything to stop him. We all tried," Greer answered.

"Not sure he believes that," Rebecca fiddled with her fingernail. "God, I miss that guy."

Greer, without saying anything, placed a comforting hand on Rebecca's back. She'd lost so much at such a young age. It wasn't fair. Not even close.

A tiny crowd had gathered around the ladies, waiting for entry. Finally, the doors swung open.

Rebecca slinked her way down the ramp. This was crazy. Stupid even. Why was she here? Poor decision making as usual most likely. She crept forward and crouched behind a waist high stone wall. The thundering of approaching boots forced Rebecca into hiding among some tall foliage off to her left.

She watched as soldiers piled into her ride here.

KABOOM!

Rebecca's ears rang violently as she clasped her palms over them and fell to the ground in instinct.

Yep, very poor decision making.

When the ringing subsided, Rebecca dusted her suit off and continued her sneaking. She paused of a moment to take in her surroundings and a speeding bullet whizzed in front of her face. Her heart jumped into her throat and she could feel her pulse in her entire body. Rebecca glanced to where the shot had come from and saw the body slump forward and tumble over a railing. She took a shaky breath and continued.

She took a shaky breath and continued up to the closed casket. She knew there was no body in there. Why was this so difficult? Her legs felt like cement. She bravely walked up and placed a hand on the wood.

"I love you, you know."

A small tear dripped off her nose.

"Thanks for-- I wasn't in such a good spot. You already know that."

What was she even doing? He'd be laughing at her right now if he could.

"You were there when I thought I was alone. Thanks. That's all."

Her fingers trailed down the coffin and a small smile poked at the corner of her mouth.

"You didn't have to get yourself killed to get away from me, y'know."

Ten feet away, Greer and Jessica stood, painfully watching Rebecca say her goodbyes.

"Nice of Pym to cover the cost."

Jessica nodded.

"Am I a bad person for being angry at him?" Jessica blurted out to Greer. "We could've helped him. We could've done this together. As a team."

"He did what he thought he had to," Greer sighed, not disagreeing with Jessica. "At least he's with her now...I hope. They deserve that much after everything."

"They deserve that after everything," Rebecca scoffed quietly, stepping over a dead Hydra soldier limp on the ground.

She did a sweep of the fortress exterior to make sure she knew what she was getting into. Slowly, Rebecca made her way into the dark structure and into an elevator.