Fearless-An Avengers Fan Fiction

Chapter 3-Captain Rogers Ma'am

Chapter 3-Captain Rodgers, ma'am.

Two days. That's how long it took Natasha to convince Bruce Banner we needed him. Fury had asked Steve Rogers for his help yesterday. Tasha and Bruce had left for the Helicarier this morning while Phil had gone to collect Steve.

I honestly didn't know what to expect. Bruce was this genius scientist who could single handedly destroy buildings with his first. Or as Phil would say, "a really smart guy until you get to know him." Bruce was great! Unless you made him angry, then he turned into a monster filled with rage called the Hulk—and he was green. Not really my color.

Steve on the other hand had slept in ice for 70 years! I calculated it this morning—If he had been twenty one when his ship went down, which is what was reported to us, that would technically make him 91 years old! Give or take a few years. The questions is, because he was frozen and didn't age: is he 21 or 91? Did we count him as a senior citizen? I didn't. At least, I thought I didn't. On top of never aging, he was supposed to have super human strength. The world's first super hero!

Fury had his suit and his shield tucked away somewhere on the Helicarier but he refused to tell me where. It was bold of Fury to assume Steve Rogers still wanted his original suit in the first place—if I had been sleeping for 90 something years, I'd want a whole new wardrobe change. Then again, Fury kind of kept to himself and didn't tell us anything. I didn't even know why I was on the Helicarier to begin with. What use was I to this situation?

Natasha was a master assassin. Get on her bad side and *boom* you're dead in less than 10 seconds. Same for Clint. Except he used archery as his weapon. Clint's archery skills were so accurate, he could shoot a pigeon from 200 ft. away on a bad day. I couldn't shoot a pigeon from 2 ft. away on my best day.

I was surrounded by remarkable people and for the life of me I could t figure out why I, the most ordinary individual, had been brought along for the ride.

I was sitting at Agent Derrick's computer playing Galega while he was on break—He was the only agent who would let me play games on their computer and honestly, I was indebted to him. It's boring on a top secret Helicarier when you didn't know your directive. I really needed to ask Fury for my own laptop.

Fury and Hill stood above me, Hill leaning over the railing and Fury standing rigid with his arms crossed, chatting about how our most recent security upgrades failed us in our time of need. I tried to tune them out, but they were being obnoxiously loud about the whole thing, as if they wanted everyone in the room to hear their displeasure with our current security measures.

"Director!" An agent beside me called up to Fury. "They're here! They're outside! Coulson and Rogers are five minutes out."

"Well done. Agent Hope, stop playing games and come greet our guests," Fury said.

"You want me to greet the guy who turns into a monster if irritated?" I shuddered.

"Right. Go greet Rogers."

Me? Greet Steve Rogers? My heart jumped into my throat. I couldn't meet the superheroes! I could barely play Galega properly!

"Yes, sir." I say before I dart out of the room.

"Don't make Banner angry!" Fury calls as I leave the room.

It takes me at least ten minutes to reach the deck. Yeah this place is huge. I sprint over to Phil's jet that (thankfully) just landed. Standing outside the plane is Phil, and next to him Steve. My sprint turns into a walk due to the fact I am getting cold feet.

Come on who wouldn't be shy. This is Steve Rogers a.k.a Captain America! He's like a celebrity! I know Phil's excited. Captain America is he childhood hero.