The Civil War of the Marvel universe has begun. With the Sokovia Accords approved, the Avengers split into two teams: Team Cap against the accords and for the freedom of superheroes; and Team Iron Man in favor of these agreements and in pursuit of r...
Before leaving Berlin for New York, Steve had called his partner Hawkeye asking if he could count on his support with what was to come. He accepted without hesitation and agreed to come out of retirement. The first thing he did was get Wanda out of her confinement at the Avengers base and then go in search of the guy Sam was talking about. That Ant-Man ... More and more rare heroes came out.
Steve's destination was none other than the New York neighborhood of Brooklyn, where he grew up, but this time he wasn't going there out of nostalgia, but for his next team member, whose house he was across from. But he couldn't just walk through the door, he was now a fugitive. Therefore he decided to sneak in through one of the windows, the one that led to the room of the person he was looking for.
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Note: From now on it will be narrated from Johnathans point of view.
This having to catch the bus to and from the institute is an ASC O. It really sucks. The bus sucks, both metaphorically and literally. Just saying that the seat in front of me is full of chewed gum, painted and there is another thing that I prefer not to know what it is, but surely nothing good, you get an idea. The company is not very good either. Hormone teens everywhere. I have the theory that my body is immune to hormones because otherwise I can't explain how I am not like most people my age. At least there are only two more stops left to get to mine and from there I can walk home. The desire I have to get home is incredible.
When will the day come when I get my driving license ...
Finally the bus stops at my destination, and it didn't take me half a second to get up with my things and leave for legs. Maybe I'm exaggerating describing the bus and its passengers as if they were Hades and hell, but when the driver plays music from the year of matusalen (and not exactly groups like Nirvana, AC / DC, or even the Grease soundtrack!) Then yes which is the closest to hell you can find
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The thing about walking home for a few minutes (because the bus doesn't leave me at the door of my home sweet home) I don't find it so bad, what's more, I find it even relaxing and it clears me up. Of course, on days like today, in addition to carrying the shoulder bag with the books, I carry a lot of loose pieces to make the odd new gadget, because it makes me a little tired, a little alone.
Also, the fall that I had yesterday and that I absorbed with my right shoulder does not help me to carry things more comfortably.
I am finally at the door of my house. At last! Little house, sweet little house, how I have missed you!
I take out the key to open the door when it opens right in front of me. My Aunt Emily has opened it and is coming out for it right now.
-Hey, Johnathan !
-Hey, where are you going in such a hurry?
-I'm late for work, today I had a double shift and I missed it. I'll have to give Henry a good excuse for this. - My aunt Emily is single, 33 years old and works as a waitress in a bar in Hell's Kitchen: Josie's. She is my mother's younger sister and she was left in charge of me when she and my father left. I was nine years old. A day that I will never forget no matter how hard I tried, and I have tried hard. - You have lasagna in the fridge, all you have to do is heat it in the microwave. I'll see you tonight. Be good.
-I'm always good. - Aunt Emily gave me a kiss on the cheek and left with the car that started. My aunt and punctuality have never gotten along very well. I go into the house and lock the door. And as soon as I walk through the door, there is Toby waiting for me, my little Labrador puppy. My aunt bought it for me a month ago. The reason? I don't even know.
-Hi, Toby. How is my precious puppy? -I pick up Toby in my arms. God how I adore this dog. I caress him a bit and put him back on the ground. He doesn't stop following me around. How not to want it?
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I'm hungry, really hungry, and I'm dying to have the lasagna, but first I have to leave my backpack and new pieces in my room. My back and my arms are already crippled enough from the weight.
I go up the stairs of the house with a clean stride accompanied by Toby, I am that crossed that we are going to do. I go to my room. I practically go with my eyes closed for two reasons: The hunger that I have and the dream that I have. I barely slept with the one he hooked up with last night on Long Island ...
As we approach my room door, Toby starts barking non-stop, as if he's uneasy.
-What's wrong kid? - From what I understand, if the dogs suddenly start barking like crazy, it is because they have smelled someone who is not familiar to them (I think, don't pay much attention to me). -Toby, there's no one in my room. I pick him up again and push him away from the door. -Come on, little one I need to get in and with you barking at the door I can't.
I walk into my room with my eyes still closed, and Toby passes too, I have felt him brush my leg. I close the door and turn around only to lock the electronic bolt that I designed myself. Toby has finally stopped and I don't know why, the important thing is that he has stopped.
-I need a nap urgently ... -I say leaning on the door.
-Seriously? If the day has only just begun.
My heart stops suddenly. Someone is in my room and I don't know how the hell he got in. The thing is that his voice sounds a lot to me, in fact it is a voice that I would recognize anywhere but, it cannot be him. There is no way it is HIM. I turn to the person behind me to find out their identity and ...
Okay ... Okay, it's just Captain America in my room. Nothing strange about that ...
