Prologue

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Izzy's POV

I walked out the store, pop tarts in hand, when one of those Alien things come out of nowhere and knock the pop tarts out of my grasp! Out of anger, I pick up a stray piece of pipe and embed it into the Aliens head. No one messes with my pop tarts!

"My lady, are you alright?" I hear, I look up and am taken aback by what I see. Colours! After 24 years of seeing only black and white, I could finally see them.

"Can you see them too?" I ask.


Alice's POV

"How quickly can you get here?" Kelly asks through the phone.                                                                     "Quarter of an hour, tops." I reply, adjusting my grip on my phone.                                                                    "Okay, and when you meet him can you like... not freak out..."                                                                       "Pshh. Me freak out? As if." I say before hanging up. I take a sip of my Iced Americano and raise my hand to signal a cab "Avengers tower, please." I say as I get into the back of the cab.

In under ten minutes I am parked outside of my destination. I rush to the front door and I am soon to the correct floor. I run in and hug my best friend "are you okay? Why did you need me? OH MY GOD. YOURE NOT DYING ARE YOU?" I question holding Kelly at arms length, coffee cup still in hand.

I then remembered the EXTREMELY attractive super soldier in the room. I looked from my American flag tee shirt, to the coffee cup with the words: ICED AMERICANO boldly written onto the front, to Steve Rogers. That's when it happened. My vision erupted with colours.

"Can you see them too?" I ask.



A/N Thank you to ClintBartonsFarm for helping me out with a few people!!!

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