For the 17th time Steve Rogers' hand touched the doorbell but the button still remained unpressed. He signed and looked at the address again:
33 Bloomingdales rd.
He looked up to see the gold plated numbers on the door that says: 33. He must have triple checked a couple hundred times but he was still uncertain if it was the right address. So he stood there on the white-painted porch. He was sure the neighbors were getting suspicious. Suddenly a red, run down convertible pulled into the parking space. Before he had a chance to bolt, the driver saw him.
"Hey!" the driver called.
As she stepped out of the car Steve could make out her appearance: her dark brown hair was pulled into a bun and her blue eyes sparkled with a strange familiarity. Judging from her almost fully developed facial and body features, Steve concludes that she was probably around 17 years old.
"Are you lost?" she asked. She walked up to the porch.
"Uh... No... I was just..." Steve stammered, "I was just leaving."
"Would you like to come in?" The girl asked. She pulled out a key and unlocked the door. Then she gestured for him to enter.
"Um... Thank you."
The girl shut the door and stepped out of her shoes before entering the hallway.
"Granny?" She yelled, "I brought company go put your stuff on!"
There was a faint reply "okay" followed by a click of a closing door. The girl led him into what looked like a dining room combined with a kitchen. Steve took a seat in one of the chairs and the girl went to make 2 cups of tea.
"So what are you doing here Captain?" The girl asked
Steve looked shocked for a moment. How did the girl know who he was? As if reading his mind the girl laughed an turned on the TV.
"You're all over the news. There isn't a person in this country that haven't heard of The Avengers" she laughed, "Well except for Grandma. She doesn't believe in heroes. She says that the only hero she knew died years ago."
Steve's eyes focused on the TV screen as replays of the battle are shown along with politicians making speeches about the thread of this Avengers force. Tony Stark seems to be the only one they caught in their net but he doesn't seem to mind taking the heat. He busied himself by talking to the press or pushing buttons on his pocket device.
"Sandy turn that crap down please! Those Avengers are all lies!" a voice came from behind them
Steve and Sandy both turn to see an old woman standing in the doorway using a walking stick to balance herself. She looked rather annoyed but when she saw Steve's face, her expression turned to disbelief.
"Oh... my... Lord!" She stumbled backwards. Steve and Sandy both rushed to her side to steady her.
"Steady, Granny" Sandy said helping her to a chair. The elderly's eyes never left Steve's face.
"Captian... Steve Rogers...?" she asked still in awe
"Grandma you know him?" Sandy asked but her grandma ignored him.
"Peggy..." Steve addressed her. It came out more like a question than a statement.
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The phone rang and Tony ignored it.
"Tony? It's for you" Pepper held out the phone to Stark
"Tell them to leave a message. I'm busy" Stark said without looking up from his work.
"They said its an emergency." Pepper insisted
"What kind of emergency?"
They both turned to see Bruce Banner walking into the lab spontaneously pushing buttons on his device.
"It's nothing important." Tony reassured, "Have you finished the core?"
Banner ignored him and walked over to Pepper instead.
"Here let me take that." Pepper willingly handed him the phone
"Doctor Banner speaking... Yes... Wait he what?... Are you certain?"
His brow furrowed with worry as the speaker on the other line gave him more information.
"Wait what is he saying?" Tony asked taking some interest in the caller.
Banner ignored him
"Yes of course we'll be there. We'll send for Rogers as well. Thank you."
He hung up. Then with a hushed tone he spoke 3 words that left Tony speechless
"Thor is back..."
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Avengers 2
FanfictionIt's been 3 months since the Chitauri attack in New York. After painfully long hours of tracking, the final pieces of the alien technology has been collected and contained. Still, some losses just can't be forgotten. S.H.I.E.L.D still grieves over t...