I fell in love with the purple devil

Part 9

~Ann's point of veiw~

I just....I had to get out of there...the farther from the city and that man I got the better! I didn't trust I was strong enough to  keep him away from me for long nor that I would be strong enough to if we met again. It wasn't like I had attachments here...when I arrive home there was a packet that had been slid under my door nearly making me slip and stumble. I grumble picking it up and seeing a large logo and the acronym, 'S.H.I.E.L.D' on it..that day I packed my life into a 3 suit cases, and one carry on, bought a grey hound bus ticket, and hoped to never look back and see that man again...

~2 years later~

What the hell was I doing back here?..no really I'm asking! Why was I back in this town?! I sighed as I looked up at the Hell's Kitchen sigh above the bus stop and closed my eyes for a moment. A lot had happened in two years,and I mean, a lot..I had begun to work for the Avenger program, I was even in NYC on what the world thought was dooms day, poor tony...but! I-I just couldn't take it, all I could do was that of the person three feet away when it came to fighting and once again felt like a useless entity, so..I slipped out..no messy goodbyes, no tears, no heart ache...as though I may laugh it off now, but talk about it, I never forgot about the man in the purple suit, and trust me I tried! But here I was...I sighed,now down to a suit case and a duffle bag with my most important positions that I began to pull behind me as I walked down the street. I didn't even know where I was going to stay! I mean I guess I could have asked Jessica but I doubted to was too found of me after slipping out of town..I didn't really have friends, safer that way, for both of us. I walked threw the park, people where laughing and chatting, a baby was crying someplace, it was all so..normal. I walked with head down approaching to pass a little cafe with tables out and couples chatting and having lunch when I heard a voice that made my blood run cold and even if he didn't tell me to, unable to move. I didn't want to look up, if I didn't look up he wasn't really there, it was some else, someone I was brave enough to just walk past. He has his hands shoved in his purple trouser pockets as I rocked slightly back and forth on his heels talking to a waiter, 'Yes Id like a table' my body betrays me and I look up to see him standing there, larger than life...the man in the neat purple suit and well groomed, think brown hair with a toothy grin.