Descendants chapter 1
Disclaimer: I do not own any marvel charcters , but I do own Samantha, she is my own character, my first marvel fanfiction and hope I go somewhere with it.
P.s I'm British and I have no clue how things work in America so please point anything out of I got it wrong!
When someone close to you dies, it is the worst pain you can imagine, its consuming, taking control of your mind and eating it whole. It seems like nothing will ever fill the hole there once was, no light at the end of the tunnel. Well. It just means your eyes are going to have to adjust then! At least that was what Sam thought. It had been a year, and her grandma's death still weighed her down helplessly, although things did seem a little brighter at times, its harder to forget than you would think. Quickly tying her dirty blonde hair into a messy bun on her head she looked at her reflection. She looked tired, though that was probably due to the stack of homework she had ploughed through when she was meant to be sleeping. Her grandma , Peggy Carter, had died a year ago from today. Peacefully though, unlike her Grandad had, saving the world from some evil agency who were basiclly some Nazis with a bit more power than most, and oh how she hated them for it! Her parents had died when she was only one so she didnt greive for them, since she had no memories of them, but her Grandma was more of a parent to her than anyone! They had many shared memories and she was the mother figure in her life, the long walks on the beaches with a half melted ice cream in hand, the trips to England to visit her family and praise for getting on well in school. This is why she couldn't wait to leave school, she had no one to impress, and although she respected her foster parents, she couldn't wait to leave her house either, it just wasn't the same! They weren't the welcoming type and she often wondered if they actually liked children at all, but a home was a home and she wasn't about to start complaining. Her and Peggy were very similar looking, same height, but she had her mum's emerald green eyes and her grandad's hair colour, which she was proud to inherit, and her grandparents never married, infact they were only together a short while because of his death but her mother had been a result of them.
She hastily put on her makeup and pulled on some jeans and her ramones t-shirt, stuffing her work in her bag she hurried out the door and navigated her way through busy New York and to school, Midtown High. She kept her head down, she wasn't going to lie, she was one of the smartest pupils there, but her lateness and forgotten homeworks had been dragging her grades down since her grandma's death. She didn't really have any friends, which is not what you would expect from a just-turned 18 year old, so this was another reason to want to finish school. She had no plans but admired genetics and anyone who associated themselves with the subject. Espeically Bruce Banner, his theories on gamma were mind-blowingly unrivaled and she idolized him for his work! Her biology teacher, Mrs Lohan was always pushing her in class, which Sam wasn't sure to be flattered or annoyed at! She was the only teacher who she felt understood her situation and sort of friend, since nearly everyone else in her classes were strangers. On a daily basis she had to ignore the insults and jabs thrown her way, but she wasn't too phased, she often viewed herself as the calm and reserved type!
"Samantha Carter, homework please, its late as it is already!" She huffed as Sam walked through the door, coat and books in hand, although she liked her teacher she got on her nerves more often than not! She pulled her genetics honwork out and handed it to her teachers' waiting hand. She took her seat next to Peter, who was her only sort-of-friend, she got the feeling he was just as lonely as her and this kind of brought them together, he was second in the class, after her obviously and for some reason he had aslo been slipping grades, though she didn't think about it. He had large hazel-brown doe eyes and wild brown hair that stuck up in every direction, effortless yet good looking, he had a skinny frame and always ended up getting bullied as much as herself, so they nearly always hung around eachother at that dreaded time between lessons! Settling down and blowing the baby hairs in her eyes out the way she looked at her assignment, sighing she looked at Peter and greeted him
"Hey" she half sighed
"Hi Sam,... you okay?" He asked with concern, she was well aware of her bagged eyes and pale complexion, she felt a little under the weather as it was. She nodded in reply and picked up her chewed familiar pencil. Today was going to be a long day.
Helicarrier . Location: unknown
"Sir, Mr. Rogers is asking for classified information" Agent Hill said through her earpiece, the famous Captain America was sitting oposite her and asking about his child who was unborn last time he saw Peggy, the new world he was thrown into was hectic and confusing, the technology was baffling, not to mention the history, clothes and coloured tv-sets he would have to get used to. He was still learning and having been back a few weeks now, he had asked his discovery to be known only to S.H.I.E.L.D so far. To say it was confusing was an understatement, as far as he was concerned, a fortnight ago he had been at the centre of a world war fighting Red Skull, the next minute he was suddenly in the future and still wondering if it was all just a crazy dream. Agent Hill had been asked to watch him during his training sessions so he didn't go off in some tantrum, or destroy the punch bags by accident, he sighed, his superhuman hearing easily heard the distinctive voice of Nick Fury through the earpiece, even though it was the opposite end of the gym. He was just starting to sweat after about 6 hours of working out, he had just sat down to eat. His increased metabolism demanding him to eat literally every hour of the day and if he didn't, well, lets just say he didn't enjoy passing out on others, it caused unessacery fuss.
"About what?" Fury demanded
"About relatives. Sir." Hill answered inpatiently, yet in a professional manner, she had the feeling that Steve was somehow listening to her and her frown could almost be seen at the other end of the communicational link. Fury sighed, contemplating the consequences, then made a wise decision, the exact reason he was director in the first place.
"Who made that stupid rule anyway, tell him what he needs to know, you can't keep a man from his family!" He ordered then cut the link, leaving a slightly pissed off Maria Hill, sometimes she couldn't stand the man! Steve had to refrain from grinning at this, this was exactly the point he had been trying to make but didn't speak up till Hill approahed him, so far, no one knew about his enhanced senses, just his strength! Hill sighed and coughed, getting his attention and began explaining.
"Since you and Peggy never married, her child, Mary, kept the name Carter!" She started but was interrupted by Steve who looked enlightened at this news, a daughter was great, she would be grown up by now! Hill coughed and sternly glanced at him before carrying on.
"She got married to David Chapman. They have one child, Samantha. David and Mary died when their child was one, killed by a criminal on the street who has since been caught and prisoned for life! She was brought up by Peggy who died a year ago. Samantha attends school and is 18, she lives with foster parents in New York at the moment, she is your only living relative" Hill finished. The captain seemed sad at the memory of his lover, and realising he only missed seeing her by a year, she died thinking he was dead... And his child, also killed wrongly.. but he shook his head, what loss was it if he never knew her? Although he would still greive. He thought about Samantha, a teenager? He wasn't good with them! He would maybe go and see her in a few days when he found out where she lived. Hill handed him an address as he left to go to the basic appartment that Fury had leant him, apparently it was some sort of safe house but it looked no different to the others, apart from the occasional whir or click of security cameras scanning the spaces inside and around the place, maybe there was hope after all, although he would never seem like a father figure to his grand-daughter, an older brother would be a nice aspect to be! He sighed and sat down on the couch, which was 'old-fashioned' according to the others but to him it seemed perfectly normal. He picked up the second Harry Potter books after being pestered and told it was a must-read by Hill, and to be honest, he was enjoying them, although the concept was far-fetched! Oh well.. times had changed and this was the normal thing to read apparently. He was always escorted to and from his place in order to keep his identity hidden, he felt pike his privacy was being invaded but the S.H.I.E L.D agents refused to move, even after Steve's confrontation to Fury about it. An electronic voice told him whenever someone unknown was near the apartment which never failed to make him jump, what was the world coming to? He had only been gone 70 years, not centuries!
AN: Please please please review, is it worth carrying on, any ideas on where it heads, although o do have some certain plots in place. I will try to have the next chapter up in the next few days, at the maximum, a week!