Chapter 34 - Back from the dead

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"Oh my goodness." Muttered Steve, putting his hand over his mouth when he saw the hole in the ground in front of the stone with my name on it.

"Where is she?" Asked Fury.

"Who's there?" Asked Bucky, grabbing a knife out of his pocket.

I cleared my throat. Afterall, I was standing behind them.

He stabbed his knife into my other thigh and I didn't even flinch.

"Becky!?" Asked Steve.

"Told you so." Said Tony, waving a finger at me.

Pulling the knife out of my thigh, I noted "If you're going to stab someone, feel if they have a bad vibe radiating off of them." Handing it back to him.

"Shall we go home?" Asked Fury.

"Yes. But let my wounds get treated and let me have a shower and get my clothes changed, and then I'll answer every single one of your questions." I said, turning and limping across the fields, my back to the four.

(Time skip. Becky's had her shower, clothes changed and her wounds addressed to.)

"Question 1: How are you alive?" Asked Tony.

"I always was. I was just in a coma. Surely Bucky remembers 1941?" I asked.

He shook his head.

"I was a mile away from a nuke and I was in a coma for a week. Everyone thought I was dead, after they all said their goodbyes, I woke up half an hour later. My heart stops when my body is in standby mode." I explained.

"I also loved your goodbyes." I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"Sorry. It was all so sudden and..." Steve said.

"Shut up Steven. I bet nobody mourned me either?"

They hung their head in shame.

"Nope. You were all too busy saving the world to notice a dead Avenger." I said, standing up and walking off.

(Becky's bedroom.)

I've been in my room for an hour and us five are the only ones in the building.

Everybody was on a mission to capture a mystery person(s).

What's the time?

3:00.

To early to have dinner.

To early to get into pyjamas.

To late to have lunch.

Computer?

Can't.

Smashed it the last time I used it.

Phone?

Same as the computer.

Tablet?

Same as the computer.

What's in my wardrobe?

What's in my wardrobe?

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