ESCAPE

Chapter One - 2 Jan 2021

You sit in the living room of the Avenger's Tower, waiting on said Avengers to get back. They've been on a mission, which is why you chose now to get in, and it was surprisingly easy, for a security system designed by Stark.

You swing your legs back and forth in the dark room, waiting for them to get back—which they should any minute now. You swing your leg back and forth, the other one folded underneath it. Like a half criss-cross applesauce.

Your hood is pulled over your head, shading everything but your glittering e/c eyes. The same eyes that turn towards the elevator door right before it dings.

It opens, allowing you to get a good view of the group that comes in. In your dark corner, you are still hidden and unnoticed.

First, Captain America steps out, then Ironman. Following him are the Russians, the Sokovian, the robot, the archer, the two Asgardians, as well as War Machine and Falcon. The other components of the Avengers—Hulk, Ant-Man, and Spider-Man—are sequestered in the lab, at home with his kid, and at school, respectively. Always good to know who's here and who isn't.

You had hoped the Winter Soldier would be off on some solo mission or something, but it was just your luck for him not to be. You set your shoulders, determined to overcome this momentary problem.

You move out of the shadows, hood and darkness still covering your face despite the light having been turned on. Everyone stares at you, weapons drawn, but Ironman is the first to speak.

"How did you get in here?"

You run your fingers together disinterestedly, examining your fingernails. "It wasn't too hard. Your security system sucks."

"Yeah, well, it's more secure than the White House, so there's at least that," he retorts.

"That's what your father said," you mutter where he can't hear.

"What did you say?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out." You take a few lazy steps forward, leaning on a nearby mantle piece.

Captain America gives Ironman a look that shuts him up. Yes, you may know their names, even know a couple personally, but it's easier to do this if you use their superhero names—as if they aren't real people.

"Why are you here?" Iced Americano asks.

"Well, I can't tell you that, now can I, Man with a Plan?" You say with a minx-like pout. He looks momentarily shocked, taking a step forward.

"How do you know about that?"

Before you can answer, the two Asgardians, who had gone to some other part of the tower, walk in. Thor stops, eyes narrow as he tries to process who you are.

Nerves well up, but you push them back down, forcing your calm demeanor to stay. You give no sign that anything isn't going to plan—and as long as he doesn't figure out who you are, it will.

Alas, it seems the universe is against you yet again. For Thor's eyes widen as he places you. "You. We saw each other on Asgard."

"Yes, I remember quite well. You were what, five? Yes, yes, because I was 20, and it was in 1276 when I visited Asgard," you agree, not showing one ounce of control lost.

"Wait, so how old are you now?" Mr. America asks.

"In human years, 1803. In Asgardian years, 28, almost 29."

"Seriously? Another one? Come on, Point Break, keep your people in check."

"I am not his people," you seethe. Ironman takes a step back, hands held up in surrender.