Hello there, this is my first fic of the Avengers. I hope you enjoy.
*Disclaimer* I own none of the Marvel characters unfortunately. The only things I take credit for are my own characters and plot line.
Amelia Lancaster stood in front of her small mirror. She adjusted the ponytail that held her thick brown hair. She pulled down the sleeves of her sweatshirt so that they were halfway passed her hands. Her green eyes stared back at her as she once again tried to remove the drowsiness that was plastered all over her face.
After giving up on improving her outfit, she walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. A pot of coffee was already made, and so she poured some into a travel mug. "Lynn I'm leaving," Amy called. She made her way to the door, twisting the knob gently as she let herself out.
"Hey, after work can you pick up some more milk?" Amy's roommate Lynn called to her as Amy was striding out of their apartment. Her blonde friend sat on the couch gazing at the TV. Amy froze and turned around, giving her friend the affirmative before continuing to exit the room.
Amy worked at a bookstore that was only a three block walk from her apartment in New York City. Within minutes she pushed open the door, smiling as the bell rang, signaling someone entering the store. She smiled in greeting at the owner Ted, before putting on her name tag that identified her as 'Amelia.' Amy had corrected Ted numerous times that she preferred to be called Amy, but he still chose to ignore it.
After assuming her position behind the counter, she began flipping through the books that had been discarded there. After flipping through a pile that contained The Catcher in the Rye, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, and a book on World War I, Amy discovered an old comic book. As she was about to flip through the pages, the bell sounded, signaling a new customer had entered the store.
A well dressed man strode up to the desk, a briefcase in his hand. His lips were drawn in a straight line, conveying little emotion. "Miss Amelia Lancaster, I presume?" The man asked, eyeing her name tag.
"That would be me," Amy replied cautiously. Her last name was nowhere on the tag, nor did the man appear familiar in any way. "May I help you sir?" The man glanced around the store, scoping out the other people.
"Perhaps there is a place where we could discuss things more privately?"
"May I ask what this is about?" Amy slowly came out from behind the desk, now standing face to face with the man.
He smiled slightly, reaching into the pocket of his coat. He pulled out an official looking badge, his eyes completely serious. He lowered his voice,"My name is Agent Moore of S.H.I.E.L.D., Miss Lancaster, and you and I need to have a little talk."
[Brooklyn, New York]
Steve Rogers sighed as he flipped through the day's newspaper. It seemed like every headline screamed violence. More than anything Steve wanted the fighting to be over. He had survived one war only to be thrown into another, and frankly he wished he could slip back into being a civilian. You're Captain America, dammit Steve. For Bucky and Peggy's sake, you need to keep people safe.
The cell phone that S.H.I.E.L.D. had provided for him lay across the table. He hadn't touched it since it had been given to him, to be honest he wasn't quite sure who he would contact even if he knew how to work it. Clint and Natasha were deployed on a mission for S.H.I.E.L.D., Thor was back in Asgard with Loki, and Bruce and Tony were busy working away at fixing and improving Stark Tower.
With the Avengers gone their separate ways, Steve had simply gone home to Brooklyn. It was the only home he knew, but it wasn't the same without Bucky tagging along on adventures with him.
He stood up, gently tossing the newspaper onto the table. He pushed aside the curtains that were covering the window. He looked outside, taking in his city. Steve could feel the nostalgia setting in as he remembered his childhood. Just as his mind began to drift off, an incessant ringing brought him back to reality. He searched for the source, finally identifying it as the tiny cellular phone lying on his kitchen table. He reached for it, pressing a button to answer the phone call.
"Hello?" He asked hesitantly.
"Captain Rogers, this is Agent Moore. We need you to come in as soon as possible." A strong voice sounded from the other end of the line. Steve muttered a response and then the call went dead. He rubbed his temples, closing his eyes. I guess the fight's not over.
Okay so I hope you liked that chapter! Please let me know what you think of Amy and how I could possibly improve her character and the story overall.
I'll try to update as soon as I can. Please review!
-Emily