Mister Rogers ⍟ || Steve Rogers

I. Fresh Start

I became more present at the Tower than my own apartment. With my research skills, Tony Stark put me to the task of finding leftover HYDRA bases for the Avengers to take down.

One Avenger wasn't present at first. Thor's arrival altered the search to finding both HYDRA bases and Loki's scepter. He stressed the power it held and what trouble it could bring if placed in the wrong hands. With the New York incident to support him, we wasted no time starting the search.

Tony, already buzzed off of a couple drinks, took Thor's arrival as an excuse to party. In his Iron Man suit, he leapt off the balcony, looking for take-out.

The remaining Avengers and I sat on couches. Bruce and Barton sat together on one sofa while Natasha sprawled across another. Steve, Thor, and I all sat together on another couch.

"Wait, wait, what exactly are your abilities, Addy?" Asked Bruce.

Resting my back against Steve's shoulder with my arms wrapped around my legs, my cheeks turned pink at the question, I shifted on the sofa to face Bruce, "Um, I create light matter in my hands. I can shape it, bend it, reflect it..." I trailed off shyly.

He tilted his head slightly, "Why weren't you called in for the first Avengers task? You would have been incredibly useful."

"Trust me, if I wasn't across the country and actually knew about my abilities at the time, I would have loved to have helped," I explained.

"Oh and Bruce, don't tell Tony about her powers," said Natasha.

"We're seeing how long it takes him to notice she's more than just Fury's old assistant we keep around," added Steve.

"He hasn't seen her on the news? Or searched through any of the S.H.I.E.L.D. files?" Asked Bruce, astonished.

Pepper called from a hallway, "The only way Tony watches the news is if it's about himself!" No one seemed amused.

"I meant to ask, Addy, are they cool?"

"Hm?" My eyes moved to Barton who raised his beer in my direction.

"Your uh, powers," he clarified.

"I mean, I think so."

"Come on, Addy. Show us, show us," he chanted with a smile.

I smiled politely back at him and then stole a quick glance at Steve. He stared at Barton with hard eyes, clearly annoyed with the obnoxious insistence. Steve happened to be the one who was comfortable showing his dislike in a situation. I was not.

I clasped my hands together, stretching them apart slowly to reveal a small ball on light sitting in my palms. Then, focusing on the energy source in my hands, I used my hands to bend it, creating a reflection. I enclosed my fist around the light, using my mind to change its appearance. From my seated position, I threw the matter up towards the ceiling, revealing a miniature airplane flying around the room.

I flew the plane towards Barton, who, in his drunken state, giggled profusely when his hand went through the illusion. With the snap of my fingers, I diminished the reflection.

I looked around, noticing everyone watching me intently. I opened my mouth to ask what the problem was but Natasha spoke first, "Since when does your hair glow?"

"My hair does what?" I asked, turning to Steve. "What is she talking about?"

His eyes scanned me, confused. At the sight of his confusion, I ignited a light source in my right palm, my other hand holding my long brunette hair. They were right, as my palm lit up, subtle streaks of gold light highlighted my hair.