Young Avengers: Child's Play [1]

Twenty-Seven

Emma POV

I woke up still in Wakanda. I rolled over in my very large bed. Looking around the very empty room. Noticing a small cellphone glowing. I reached over. Tony had given me the phone, the one I called my mom on.

I scrolled through the notifications on it. Seeing text messages from Ned and MJ. They had no idea where I was and what happened to my old phone. Ned was sending me questions about everything, asking where Peter was and why half of the world's population was gone.

I was about to reply to Ned, but froze. Regretting I'd say something that he probably doesn't need to hear.

I force myself out of the bed. I grab the new change of clothes I was given from Natasha. I just wore a slightly tight black t-shirt, a grey hoodie, and blue skinny jeans. I slipped on the pair of shoes I had arrived in, which were black boots.

I left my room, looking around. Noting that many of the people I saw on a regular were the guards.

"Emma," A familiar voice spoke, "You're awake."

I turn around to see Captain American, well Steve Rogers. I look up at him and nod while giving an awkward wave. It was awkward because I forgot the hand that I waved with was the hand holding the new phone.

"Sleep well?" He asks me.

I shrug, "As well as I'm going to." I smile softly.

Steve steps next to me, "I know it's going to be hard. I know what it's like to loose people close to you," He said, "I believe everything will work out."

I shrug, "I hope so."

Steve motioned me forward, "Now come along," He said, "The Avengers are eating up and that includes you." He smiles.

I look at him a bit confused.

"Tony mentioned that he made you and Peter into Avengers," He smiles, "So come on."

At any normal moment I would've freaked out. Steve Rogers calling me an Avenger. Having the chance to eat breakfast with the Avengers. Its every superhero fan's dream. But it was different, everything was different now.

I followed Steve down the palace halls. He seemed familiar with it more than I was. The walk was silent, just what I expected. I would catch the captain looking at me every now and then, before he'd turn away. I think the much older man was trying to figure out what to say.

When we arrived, we were literally in the palace's kitchen. In there was Bruce sitting on a chair backwards, leaning in at a small table with Natasha. Natasha was sitting on a chair across from Bruce. Thor and Rocket were eating by Nebula, and were standing near the table the odd couple was at.

Tony noticed Emma, "My ward!" He grins, "Welcome!"

Natasha looks up, "You are not her-," Then looked at me, "He is, isn't he?"

I nod, "Yeah."

Tony looks at Natasha, "Hey I am responsible!"

Steve chuckles, "Responsible, I don't think that sounds like Tony Stark." He shakes his head.

I walked over to the food, grabbing a grape and put it in my mouth as I parked my butt on the counter with the food on it.

"Tony isn't too bad," I shrug my shoulders, "I mean at least he wouldn't be pissed if I came home late from patrol."

Steve turns to me, "Language,"

I give him a look, "I'm sixteen." I then stuck out my tongue at him.