Bea. (an Avengers fanfic)

unwanted memories

BEA P.O.V

When we get to the base Mira takes me to my room in silence.

"my room wasn't it ruined a year ago."

"no, yours was one of the few that manage to keep in tack. There were some cracks, but we filled them."

She stops outside my door and then leaves. the door has changed. No longer covers in the leaves and flowers I had painted. They probably painted it when you left. I walk in and there are sheets over every unit. I lift them off and a cloud of dust appears. I put my hands in a praying motion and clap soon the dust disappears. Mira is right nothing has changed.

Everything was the exact same. The wall next to my bed and above Koda's was covered in pictures of me and everyone else. There were letters and handwritten messages all over the wall. It was a mural.

I pull my eyes from the wall feeling slightly guilty. I go to the wardrobe and the first thing I find is my green jumper.

- "how about this." She says as she pulls out grey joggers and my green jumper, I had arrived in on my first day.

"you still have this."

"yeah I found it in the rumble. I mended it. I then just kept it. now you can have it back."

"no, you keep it." I say handing it back to her. –

I smile a little thinking back to y last day with them all. That was a good day.

"ok they how about this." I say as I pulls out a black Henley's long-sleeved button-down top, a green flannel, black leggings, my grey beanie and my lama socks.

Just as I tie the flannel around my waist, I hear a voice.

"Steve and Nick want you to come to the kitchen."

"thanks Mira."

"you know where you are going."

"yes, thanks again."

"it is good seeing you." we part our ways and I leave my room and walk towards the kitchen. I turn the corner and I stay next to the entrance of the kitchen in the shadows. I watch Steve leaning against the counter. Then it goes Nat, Clint, Petro, Bruce, Wanda, Vision, are all sitting down. Sam, Peter, Tony and lastly Nick standing opposite Steve. They are all chatting amongst themselves. Nick moves, walks up to me. He smiles at me and squeezes my hand.

"you ok."

"yeah it is weird seeing all of them."

"what do you mean?"

"they are all so old." he chuckles.

"hey fury you going to show us your new friend." We both laugh at Tony's comment.

"I told them I had a surprise."

"ahh ok." As I come out the shadows and towards the counter. I am met with confused faces.

"so, your fury's new lady friend. Huh? Well I have to warn you he snores."

"thanks Tony but nick and I aren't like that. Nick is like that family member you didn't really want at first but now you don't understand how he isn't related to you." I get even more confused looks.

"I'm confused." Tony replies slowly.

"me too." Sam says.

"I think we are all confused." Bruce says. "what did you say your name was?"

"it's Sarah Cooper." Sam says looking towards me. "right?"

"no, it's not, it is Bea." There was a stunned silent. I could feel the uncertainty in their faces. It was Nick who cut the silence.

"I know this is confusing, but this is her we have had her checked out and no she didn't die she just made it look like it." his voice still had irritation and anger still in it, but it was almost hidden.

"but? What?" Tony's voice deflates as he looks up at me. "Bea. No this is not her. She is dead. We watched her die. we buried her." his voice starts to grow anger flares in his eyes and voice. "you are not Bea. You don't even look like her." He taps his chest and his suit become his body. He puts up his hand.

"I changed my looks so you wouldn't notice."

"bullshit." He says everyone has gone for their weapons they are all still holstered but I can tell, and I know they are able to hurt me as quick as Tony can.

"hold your ground." Nick says trying to calm everyone.

I take my hands and run over my face and them through my hair. Making my hair and face wet. The makeup vanishes as most of it is made from flower petals, and the dye runs out to leave my hair its usual colour. I curl my hands making them glow with heat and feel the heat making my hair moments later, start to dry off. There were a number of gasps.