Just Begun

Chapter 1

I shove my thick, dirty blonde hair up into a pony tail and adjust the work shirt I have on. My combat boots are laced up perfectly.

"Hey doll! Time to pick up after Howard Stark's mess!" After Howard Stark's flying car failure, which I knew was going to happen, we have to clean it up. I grab my gloves and walk from my changing room, shoving the gloves on my fingers.

"Johnson, how many times have I told you not to call me doll?" I narrow my eyes at him and he just chuckles. "Nevermind, let's go clean up the rich man's mess since he can't do it himself."

Howard Stark's presentation is at the other side of the expo. I begin walking at a brisk pace, people watch me and others dodge out of my way, even if I don't ask them to move, they just part for me.

As I get closer, the amount of soldiers get higher but I assume it's because of the recruitment center that's close. I dodge a grabby soldier and jump into the stage, gathering the tires the chorus girls left on the stage. I knew down, carefully taking Howard Stark's invention off the car and replacing them with the actual wheels.

I screw the bolts in tightly, making sure that if anyone road in this, they wouldn't blame me for not fixing it up properly.

"Hello, Sir. Could you tell me where a great place to watch the fireworks may be?" A manly voice speaks up from behind me and I hear two sets of giggles.

Fireworks can be heard from the sky and I turn around looking up.

"You can sit on the stage if you'd like, it seems like this would be a great spot. I'd recommend another spot, but they just started and the location is on the other side of them expo, plus walking there won't help your girls any, with those heels I mean." My eyes meet the gentleman's and his widen in shock.

I turn back, tightening the last lug nut and standing up. I walk around, adjusting anything that looks off and I open the hood. Fixing up the battery, I pat the hood as I close it.

"Johnson, she's ready to go." I whistle as I take a closer look at her though. "Boy, wouldn't I love to have a beauty like this." I admire, tossing the keys to Johnson. I always refer to him by his last name, though his name is Jerry.

Jerry nods in agreement, starting up the car and driving it off stage.

"You could have it, if I could have a night with you." I roll my eyes.

"Mr. Stark, the day I'd go on a date with you is when you stopped drinking and sleeping around. We both know that's not going to happen." I make a great first impression, don't you think?

"You just got turned down, man." The man from earlier chuckles and I too my eyes. I pick up bolts that fell from collapsed car and stuff them in my pocket.

"All-" I grin to pronounce this as being clear, but I groan as I notice a balloon floating at the roof. I walk over to a support beam and pull myself up. Protests from the one man and Mr. Stark are heard and I just chuckle, grabbing onto one of the beams that go across the center of the stage.

I wall across and I notice both men walking under me, waiting for me to fall. I grab the balloon and the bar beneath me wobbles, making me lose the thread attached to the balloon and it moves out of reach and in each of I was standing on the other beam.

"Don't you dare think about it." The soldier warns me.

"I'm doing more than just thinking." I take a few long steps and launch over the four foot gap and try to balance myself as I stumble.

I grab the balloon and sit down, wrapping my legs around the beam beneath me, steading myself.

"Sergeant Winters!" Yes I'm a sergeant. My group is just doing a little work of protecting civilians and cleaning up this mess, to get used to each other.