The New Avenger

Home

"So we have two bedrooms for you to choose from June," Steve said as he was taking his shoes off, "Put your shoes here when you get settled."

"Ok."

I took my shoes off and set them next to a pair of dress shoes. I looked around the house. You walked into the living room and there was an arch way into the kitchen. All of the bedrooms were on one side of the house, and they have a backyard.

I went to one of the bedrooms Steve told me to choose from. The first bedroom had light blue walls, there were two windows that had white curtains, the bed had blue and white sheets and pillows, and the closet was huge. I could lay down in it and I had about three feet of room. (I'm about six feet tall by the way.)

"What do you think about this room?" Steve asked from the doorway.

I turned around to face him and thought about it for a while, "I think it's perfect."

"Really? Because we can go check out the other room if you want."

"No, I want this one," I said with a smile.

"Ok. I was thinking about starting supper. Do you want anything special?"

"Do you know how to make homemade pizza?"

"Yeah. I can make that. If you want," I shook my head yes.

"Anything else?" He asked.

"Peanut butter sandwiches."

"Sure thing," he turned to leave.

"Do you want me to unpack while you're making supper?" Steve turned back to face me.

"If you want to, or you can leave that for tomorrow."

"Ok."

Steve turned and left. I was left to unpack my stuff into a completely new room. I put my suitcase on my bed.

"Here we go."

I pulled out the picture of Lilian and me, and put it on the nightstand next to my bed. I hung up all my shirts and jackets. I refolded my pants and put them in the dresser in the closet. The only things left were my shoes (which were going by the front door), my bag of toiletries, and my box of pictures.

It isn't pictures of my parents, if that's what your thinking. It's a box of pictures of all the kids I've been friends with at different foster homes. I've been to five different homes altogether. The kid at the first house was thirteen. He was like my big brother while I was there.

Every house I've been to I've met someone that treated me as a sister. It's kinda nice knowing you have someone you can trust.

"June, dinners ready!" Steve called from the kitchen.

"Coming!" I set my picture box down back in my suitcase and walked to the dining room.

The walls were a light yellow and everything else was white. The appliances were black. It looked really nice.

There were seven plates set out on the table. Seven? But there's only three of us.

"Who are the extra plates for?" I asked no one in particular.

"It's for some friends of ours. They're coming over for supper tonight." Steve replied.

"Oh, ok. So, where do I sit at the table? Do you have places or do you just sit where ever?"

"You can sit where ever." Steve said with out looking up from the pizza he was cutting. 

I sat down at the table and Bucky walked into the kitchen. He walked behind Steve and put his hands on Steve's hips and whispered something in his ear.

"Not in front of the kid Bucky," Steve laughed shoving Bucky away.

They turned to look at me and I turned to look down at the table quicker then I should have.

"Ow," I whispered rubbing my neck.

Steve suddenly put a pizza on the table. Followed by Bucky putting a platter of peanut butter sandwiches down on the table.

After we had sat down someone came through the door. He had brown hair and was in a purple long sleeve shirt and black jeans.

"Hey. Oh, come on you guys started with out us!" He said.

"Yeah. We've got someone else at supper now." Bucky said.

I peered at the guy from behind Bucky.

"Hi," I said with a small wave.

"So you guys really did adopt a kid," he said with astonishment.

"Yeah, and I think Pepper needs help with Morgan." Bucky said.

                       *************

After a while four people walked in. The guy with brown hair, a lady, who I think is Pepper, a little girl, who I think is Morgan, and a teenager with brown hair.

Steve and Bucky stood up, so I did too.  Everyone hugged Steve and Bucky except for the teenager. I'm pretty sure his name is Peter.

After everyone was seated at the table Steve introduced me.

"Tony, Pepper, Morgan, Peter this is June. June this is Tony," he motioned to the brown haired guy.

"Pepper," he motioned to a red headed woman.

"Morgan," he motioned to the little girl.

"And Peter," he motioned to the brown haired boy on my left.

"Hi."

"Hey. I'm Peter- wait you already know that," he said blushing slightly.

"Yeah, but it's ok. You're cute when you blush."

Oh my god did I just say that out loud? What am I doing?

"You think I'm cute?" Peter said blushing even harder. 

"Yeah, but it was gonna be a keep it to myself kinda thing. You know? Not a blurt it out in front of the guy you find cute, but my mouth seems to think differently. And ya know... I don't know what I was saying. I'm just kinda rambling at this point." I said getting quieter and blushing the same shade as a tomato.

"Uh, well if it helps-"

"Peter can you pass me a sandwich?" Tony asked.

"Sure," he got a sandwich off the platter and handed it to Tony.

"As I was saying, if it helps I uh..." Peter turned to look at Tony. He was staring at us.

"No, really, please go on. It was interesting to watch you two."

I gave Tony a look and turned to Steve.

"Steve can Peter and me be excused?" I asked.

"Sure. Just clear off your plates and put them in the sink."

Peter and I got up and headed to my room.