A New Path (A Sebastian Stan Fic)

Knock Knock!

I woke up about a minute before the alarm and rolled over in my bed, dreading the fact that it was morning. That was until I looked over at my nightstand and saw the letter from ATTA. A huge grin plastered my face as I just laid there with my hair all spread around me in its huge curly mess, I just breathed in the clean morning air and hopped out of bed, ready to start the day.

Luckily, the morning show was cancelled today so I didn't have to worry about heading down to the theatre and looking nice until around 6. I head out into the kitchen in my silky pajama pants and a Marvel tank top and turn on my Kurieg. I look down at my fingernails and notice that half of my nail has polish on it and the other doesn't. I just shrug my shoulders and tell myself I'll fix it later when in reality, I won't.

As I'm filling up Bannie's dog bowl, I hear a loud knock on my door. Assuming it was Bernie my mail man, I just stroll up to the door and open it with my hand outstretched, ready to take the mail.

"Morning Bernie, you're early."

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Standing in the doorway of my apartment, waiting for him to hand me my papers. Then, a huge wave of embarrassment hit me when I realized.
This woman is not Mailman Bernie.

The lady looked at me in complete disgust and extended out her hand as if she was a queen and I was supposed to kiss the top of it.

"Miss Skye, my name is Nicole and I'm Mrs.McCoy's personal assistant."

Sensing her "I am better than you" attitude. I grabbed her hand tight and shook it violently.

"Nicole, a pleasure. Please come in? I have my Kurieg all fired up and ready to make a cup."

I gestured for the queen to enter my peasant home and her heels clicked against my floor.
I went into the kitchen and made a cup of coffee for her and a cup of tea for me (the only warm beverage I drink is either tea or hot chocolate.. I hate coffee)

The snob gracefully sat down on my leather sofa, causing an eerie sound when her leather heels rubbed against it. She crossed her legs and places her hands on her knee.

I plopped down into my recliner and sat cris cross.

"Miss Skye, I am here to speak with you upon the matter of the letter you received?"

"Yeah, I got it last night, I was just about to email her. Why did she send you here?"

She sighed and placed a hand on her temple as if she had a headache.

"Mrs.McCoy is a very indecisive woman. She decided that a letter in the mail was too late century and she wanted me to come and meet with you."

This woman sounds like a less crazy version of Cruella De'Vil... Maybe that's just cause my life is surrounded by Disney and Walt himself is sitting up in Disney heaven turning my life into a Disney movie.

"Okay, so whatcha doin in my apartment?"

"I'm here to escort you to the ATTA building in Downtown. I suggest you make yourself look reasonable, also cancel any plans you have for today. McCoy takes forever with these sort of things."

This is where understudies come in handy. I pull out my phone but take a minute to take in my lock screen.... Captain America's shield.
I love it, I also love Marvel, and Captain America.  I always have since I was a kid. Watching all of the cartoons and reading whatever comic I could find at the library (which was a rare chance.) I grew up in a small town, my graduating class was 106. We had one high school, one middle school, and one elementary school. Everyone knew each other. I hated it...

Sidetracking sorry. Okay so I ring up the Stage Manager and tell him I'll be meeting with an Agent to which he replied

"Thank God, your agent is horrible. I read on Facebook yesterday she was in Honolulu with a margarita in one hand and a pineapple in the other."

I don't even question it. That woman is insane. I hang up the phone and sprint into my room. Digging through my closet, trying to find something to make me look professional and poised. I snatched up the black heels I bought at forever 21 (even though I'm 24, I still am 5'8 and can fit into a size 10.. I'm not fat, I'm not tall, I am confident.) I grab my fancy white jeans and a light blue blouse and quickly change. I put on my makeup and dance around in my perfume.. I grab my red purse and put on a red and white and blue statement necklace. I look in the mirror and realize that my outfit matches my lock screen. I pose in the mirror as if I had a shield in my hand and pretend to throw it, but I tripped over my heels and fell onto the floor.

"Miss Skye? Are you alright?"

A wave of shame ran over me and I shouted.

"IM FINE NICOLE THANK YOU. I'M READY TO GO NOW."

I check myself in the mirror one more time and walk out into the living room. Nicole stared at me in shock.

"You clean up well. I'm shocked you even know how to match clothes."

I ignore her comment and pat Bannie's head and walk out the front door, holding it open for Nicole.

"To the future then shall we?"

A.N// YAY FOR CHAPTER TWO!! I made up Emilia's outfit and its above! 😊