Brother America (A Captain America Story) WATTYS 2015

Chapter 3~Happy Birthday...

☆4 years later☆

"Callie, this is from Fury," Natasha doesn't even bother knocking as she approaches me in my room, decked out in her black catsuit and her short, fiery red hair hanging perfectly on her head. She holds out a small box that is suprisingly light.

"He says happy birthday, and so do I," she opens her arms for a hug, which I am grateful for as she wraps her arms around me. I am so grateful for Natasha.

Ever since I came here, she has been the first one of the agents to approach me and actually become the closest thing I have to a mother. She protects me and coaches me in fighting when she isn't working. We work out in the gym together sometimes, too. She's one of the only people I talk to, seeing as Fury has to run the helicarrier and conduct orders. So much has happened since my parents died. He has grown slightly farther apart from me, but that doesn't matter. I have grown into a strong, smart, independent teen without his help.

I lift the top off of the box to see a handle inside. Just a plain, silver hilt. I gingerly pick it up, examining it.

"What do you think this could be?" I look at it closely. Natasha looks stunned.

"He perfected it," she whispers, probably to herself but I hear it to. I give her a puzzled look.

"Perfected what, exactly?" I hold the hilt in my hand. It is pretty light for a hunk of metal. It looks vaugly familiar...

"Stand over here," Natasha orders, standing behind me when I get up.

"Now, all you have to do is press this button, and-" she drags out the word as she directs my thumb to the button. I click it, holding it out from my body. A thin, blue shaft of energy bursts out from it, sword-style. I gasp, holding the object in my grasp as Natasha let go, allowing me to have full contact with the obvious weapon.

"This is a lightsaber, Nat," I am in awe. I carefully swoop it up and down in the air, listening to the satysfying hum of the energy every time it moves. She nods, smiling.

"Fury has been working forever on this. He thought you should have the prototype until he can make a better one for you," she explains. I smile.

"This is for me?" I still can't believe it. An actual, working lightsaber. So cool!

"Well," Nat sighs, walking to the door, "I have to go on a mission." She swings around to face me. I click the lightsaber off, and it makes a cool sound as the energy is sucked back in.

"Come back, ok?" I told her. If I lost Nat...I don't know what I'd do with myself. These things are normal though. She fist pumps me.

"I promise," she smirks and walks out. I grin and shut the door.

I walk over to my dusty record player and put on 'The Star Spangled Man' to listen to for about the hundredth time that morning. I click on a Star Wars movie and begin to watch how the lightsabers are handled, and practice a few moves with my music blasting in the backround.

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Finally, after about two hours of practicing, I decide to give it a rest, so I jump on my bed and take out my stack of Captain America comic books, each one in its own protective slip cover. Even genius kids need a break every now and then.

I hear the door open, so I pause my music, blushing slightly. Oops, I have been caught fangirling...thank goodness it is only Phil Coulsen, one of the top agents in SHIELD. I call him Phil, and he has been like my dad. The best part- he is a Captain America fan. Oh, I mean fan. He has vintage trading cards and everything.

He steps in and plops down on my bed. His shift must be over for a bit. Poor Phil; he works so hard, and I don't think he gets recognized enough for it.

"Hey, Phil," I acnowlege him as he looks over my shoulder at what I am reading. I look up at him, handing him a comic book. He begins flipping through it, smiling slightly.

"I still have this one," he smiles fondly, flipping to a page. "I love this part."

"Phil has gotta man crush!" I sing in a joking tune. He hits me with the comic playfully.

"Shut up, and happy birthday," he says, going back to his reading. I thank him and turn back to my action scene where Captain throws his famous red, white, and blue shield at a group of bad guys.

Suddenly, Phil's earpiece beeps. He answers it, then closes the comic, sighs, and gets up.

"Gone so soon?" I ask, flipping the page.

"Yep," he pops the p sound. "See you around, Callie," he says, walking swiftly out of the door. I heave a big sigh, and, with heavy heart, close my comic and put it away. I pull on my shoes and decide to go to my favorite place: the bridge of the helicarrier.

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I stride into the control room, which has people bustling everywhere. I see Agent Maria Hill playing ping pong with almost every station. Back and forth, back and forth. It looks like she has her hands full without Fury here. Why isn't he here?

I walk up to the front of the area, sitting in the big swivel chair that looks out of this immense window. I sigh, closing my eyes. I don't realize how I am tired, I didn't do much today. I check my wrist watch. 5:00. I glance at the sunset painting it's soft, pastel colors over the July sky. Dad used to say that those pretty sunsets meant something amazing would happen soon. I smile sadly thinking about him. Maybe he created the sunset for me.

Before I know it, the murmuring of everyone working behind me and the sun slowly sinking below the horizon makes my eyes flutter. I slowly give into sleep, which washes over me like a wave.

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A.N- Yay! Star Wars crossover:) I love Star Wars, it's really cool. I'll keep posting, so keep reading! It gets much more interesting.