Getting Myself into the Battle of New York ~Avengers~

21; THE REST OF THE CERVETTIS

Well, it turns out I really don't need a rented car to normally transport me to the Cervetti Mansion down in Siesta Keys, Florida. Without the use of teleportation.

Because with the courtesy of the Cervettis' wealth, a limo waited for me outside the Sarasota Bradenton International Airport.

How did they know that I was gonna teleport at that certain airport? Nicholas J. Fury implanted a satellite GPS tracker on my invincible earpiece so they could obviously keep track of my whereabouts. And every now and then during this visit, it's other purpose is to inform the Cervettis as well. He also didn't notify them about my pyrokinetic, cyrokinetic, and teleportation abilites for my safety and reputation as their precious granddaughter.

And how do I know this?

Fury sent me a message through my earpiece stating that Steve personally requested to activate the tracker for my well-being with my step-grandparents. Specifically to keep track of my whereabouts. And that they will frequently inform my step-grandparents about my locations.  Same thing.

But I won't complain; because S.H.I.E.L.D and Steve are involved. Steve and S.H.I.E.L.D aren't really a thing yet.

As of right now, the driver and the person escorting me are seated an area of the limo away from me, obviously for privacy for class and a phone call.

An Abbey Myers phone call.

By the way, her ringtone is Sencha; she thinks it sounds professional considering that being a doctor of any sort make lots of money. I don't blame her 'cause its true. Opinions differ because its an opinion, not a fact; therefore there's no right or wrong answer. Why do I have a feeling that I have said this earlier before...

Oh well.

As soon as I stepped into the limo, everyone eyeing me because a hooded girl is riding a high-class vehicle. Again, I don't blame them because I couldn't agree more.

Sorry. Anyways, after latching on the seat belt, my personal escort offered me champagne but no thank you. The classic Sencha and familiar vibrations occur in my pocket so, I picked it up.

And all I could say is that she wasn't, well, happy.

She wasn't happy that I missed a bunch of her calls, which I did purposefully and accidentally, that is if there was such thing.

I explained to her the surprise ambush from the zombie-fied Clint Barton and the rest of Loki's personal flying monkeys. And mom's death, which she was shocked but that was brief.

I'm so not telling her about the trance from the yellow stone beneath the blue gem from Loki's scepter and certainly not the date.

But I also didn't forget about to mention that I have to meet up with the, yes the, Stella and Declan Cervetti.

Highly world-profound and well-known billionaires, philanthropists, entrepreneurs, and CEOs of world-profound companies and enterprises. And their world-profound and well-known son was able to hook up and marry my mother, a perfect and normal mother, not that the normal is bad, with a dangerous past nine years ago. That is, if you include three years of dating before the engagement, but I suppose that is unnecessary so why did I just mention that.