Falling for the Captain || C.A./ S.R.

Chapter two

[-2012-]
[-Bailee-]

"It's your dad." He pauses. I feel my stomach sink. "He was killed."

I open my mouth, but no words come out. My dad is dead?

"Bailee?" Nick asks. I let out a whimper as I try to stay strong and not cry in front of Nick.

"I-I'll call you l-later." I stutter.

"Take your time." He hangs up. I set the phone down and slump down the wall I was leaning against. I put my face in my hands as I let the tears falls. My cry turns into a scream.

"Why!" I yell. Buck comes running from my room and puts his head on my knee. I look at him and he begins to wag his tail. I put my head back down and he whines. Buck sits next to me and continues to put his head on my knee. I cry out and add the occasional scream. I'm all alone. No mom, No dad, no family. I only have Buck and pretty soon he'll be gone too since he's so old.

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It's six in the afternoon and I think I should call Nick back. I wipe my tired eyes from crying and stand up from the spot I sat for five hours. I walk to the phone and call back Nick.

"Hello Bailee." Nick greets.

"Hi." I answer.

"Lets talk about a funeral. But not over the phone."

"When then?" I ask.

"How about I send someone over and you can plan it with them and then we'll have it after this whole god thing blows over."

"Deal, but Nick," I pause.

"Yes?"

"I want in on Shield."

He sighs, "We'll talk about it." He hangs up.

"Goodbye to you too!" I put the phone down. I slowly shuffle to the living room and turn on the news.

"Breaking news, we are standing in the aftermath where there has been what seems to be a portal opened in the middle of New York City. With alien-like things coming out of it." A women announces standing in New York with everything broken in the background . "But fear not, Iron Man, Captain America, and others were hear to save the day. The portal is now closed. The group calls themselves the Avengers. We do not know where they are now."

I turn off the tv and walk to my room. As soon as I flop on my bed the doorbell rings. I groan as I walk to the door.

"Hello Miss. Coulson I am agent Louis Fortman and I'm here to plan a funeral with you." A british man tells me with a smile. He has beautiful white teeth and also beautiful fluffy looking blonde hair that is styled in a spiked quiff. His skin is tan and he is very tall.

"Well come in." I open the door wider for him to enter. "Do you want tea or crumpets or something?"

He lets out a chuckle. "I was born and raised in dc. My family moved from London to here. No need to ask about tea or crumpets or anything that is a british stereotype."

"Oh sorry." I grin. He shakes his head. I lead him to my dining room and we sit next to each other. He puts a book on the table and we begin to plan.

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After everything was planned I walk him outside and close the door behind me. I was about to say something until his lips being pressed against mine cut my thoughts. He slowly pulls away and walks away leaving me with my mouth hanging open. Weird? Yes. Louis walks to his black convertible and drives away.

I slowly turn around and walk back inside.

"I can't believe I invited him to the funeral." I whisper to myself.