AN: Hi everyone! So, I have been wanting to write an Avengers fanfic for a long time now and last night I even dreamed about a storyline. This story is literally just flowing out of my fingertips and it seems like this could be a longer story. I am following the first movie's storyline here, it's been a long time since I've seen him, so I do apologize if any of the story differs a bit from what you've seen in the movie.
I just added my own character to it.
I don't own the Avengers. Rose is my creation, though.
Breath of a Rose
by Langston Hughes
Love is like dew
On lilacs at dawn:
Comes the swift sun
And the dew is gone.
Love is like star-light
In the sky at morn:
Star-light that dies
When day is born.
Love is like perfume
In the heart of a rose:
The flower withers,
The perfume goes-
Love is no more
Then the breath of a rose,
No more
Then the breath of a rose.
Chapter one
"Rosie, it's so nice to see you again!" Laura said as soon as the door opened.
I smiled widely. "Thank you for inviting me," I said as we hugged. "How are you doing?"
"I am great! The kids are with my mother, so please, do not be afraid to be too loud."
"Is that my annoying sister that I hear?" I heard a male voice call from the kitchen.
"The only a-word you should be calling me is awesome, asshole," I called back at Clint as I walked to the kitchen to greet him.
It's always a funny sight to see a broad-shouldered and heavily muscled guy like Clint Barton with an apron in the kitchen.
"Sis!" he said, lifting me up in a hug and twirling around.
I giggled. "Put me down, you big oaf." As he put me down, I hugged him back. "I missed you, too, big brother."
"I am so glad you could make it," he said. "I know how busy you are."
I let out a sigh. "I am really sorry for not coming by earlier."
"We know you are," Laura spoke, leaning into Clint.
He kissed her cheek, before looking back at me. "You're fine, Rosie. We are glad about the moments we get. Now, dinner is ready. Go ahead and take a seat and I will bring it to the table. Love, would you mind pouring you girls some wine?"
Laura nodded at him, grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dining room. The table was already made up, and Laura grabbed a bottle of red wine from one of the cabinets to the side. She filled our glasses, and I gladly took a nip as Clint carried two big pans to the table. One with spaghetti and one with creamy pesto sauce.
"My favorite. You know how to spoil me."
"I know," Clint winked and filled my plate with the steaming goodness. "So tell us, how is your job?"
"I have been enjoying it, to say the least," I said. "It's been busy, of course. I've been taking night shifts as well."
"It must be so hard working as an emergency surgeon," Laura said.
"I've recently read that your hospital has the least amount of deaths on the surgery table," Clint said. "How do you do it?"
I smiled. "It's a gift, I suppose." I nipped my wine, before taking a bite of the spaghetti. "This is delicious as always."
"Thank you," Clint said.
"And how is your job going?" I asked him. "How is Natasha?" I took another bite.
"Natasha is great. SHIELD has been very welcoming towards her. We are now together in team DELTA, the best of SHIELD. She's now involved in a mission involving Tony Stark."
"Tony Stark?" I asked, very interested. "What did Iron Man do?"
"His technology must be monitored," he said.
"I don't want to talk about work," Laura said. "How are the men in your life, Rosie?"
"As obnoxious as always," I chuckled. "I just can't handle that I am that much smarter than most men in this world."
"That is so sad," Laura said. "You are already 23 years old."
Clint elbowed Laura. "Don't say that too loudly. I am twice as old."
"Old man," I chuckled.
"Hey, watch yourself, or you don't get dessert," Clint chuckled, standing up.
"White chocolate pudding?" I asked.
"Don't I know you?" Clint chuckled.
"I love you!" I called after him.
"How was it at your brother's?" Mandy asked during brain surgery. "Did you finally tell him?"
People at the hospital knew I only worked together with one assistant. She was also my roommate and best friend, Mandy.
"Absolutely not. Clint was only interested if I had a boyfriend yet."
"Don't change the subject. Why can't you tell him?"
"I already endanger you for knowing," I murmured. "Scalpel."
She handed me the scalpel, and I opened up the skull of the man.
"I never understand why you cut them open."
I gave her a look. "Are you serious? What would people think, waking up all healed, without a scar?"
She blinked. "Oh. This is why you are the surgeon and not me."
As soon as the brain was revealed to me, I removed my rubber gloves. I blew my breath upon my palms, seeing a light move through my breath and lighting up the palms of my hands. I then very carefully placed my hands upon the exposed brains. "And besides, it takes less effort to heal if the default is exposed to me."
The light disappeared, and I checked the man's vitals with my energy. "Alright. He's done, let's stitch him up."
"Allow me," Mandy said.
My pager vibrated, and I looked down. Someone needed me. "Would you be alright to finish up without me?"
"Of course. I'll page you if not."
"Thanks," I said, taking my surgeon cloth cover off. I went down to the desk, where a fully suited man was leaning against, using his phone. As soon as I neared, he put his phone away and met my eyes, his hand upheld. "Miss Rosaline Barton?"
"It's Rosie," I said, shaking his hand.
"Philip Coulson, but call me Phil. Primary operative of the Avengers Initiative, one of SHIELD's most decorated operatives."
"Is my brother alright?" I immediately asked.
AN: So, that's it for now! I really, really would appreciate it if you guys could let me know what you think of the story thus. And please feel free to hand in some ideas on the plotline, it's still really open. I am already struggling with finding a nice and ringing 'superhero name' for my character, so if you have any ideas for that, please do share.