This is my first story so I would really appreciate some feedback. It is set in the MCU. I don't own anything except for my OC Andy - athletic body build, long, forest green hair, slightly tanned skin (just so you can have an image of her in your mind). The title is inspired by a Panic! at the Disco song. Enjoy!
"Scream! Shout! We are the fallen angels!" the opening lines to one of my favourite songs are being played off the stage just as the rain starts pouring down on us.
The clearing in the middle of the forest where that stage was built was full of people of many different sizes, shapes and colours yet I couldn't keep my eyes off the tall muscular guy in the hoodie next to me. He was enjoying the music just as much as me - moving along the beat and probably singing along but with a certain restraint that suggests that he's also watching his surroundings extremely carefully. Just as carefully as I've been watching his face and trying to determine rather it is who I think it is.
"Uh, hey! Has anyone ever told you that you look just like Steve Rogers?" I asked the man who immediately turned all of his attention to me and I smiled because now I was completely sure it was him.
He looked stunned for a second then simply smiled shyly and replied "I didn't realise it would be that easy to recognise me."
"Well, this isn't really the best disguise." I told him honestly.
"I guess I was hoping people would be paying more attention to the band." he said inclining with his head towards the stage where an awesome guitar solo was being played at he moment.
"You are a pretty big guy. Kind of hard not to notice you," I eyed him up and down, "and I didn't think a man from the forties would enjoy this kind of music." I added.
"Just trying new stuff," he shrugged.
We were both silent for awhile listening to the music and the rain. Everyone was having the time of their lives in the concert when I noticed the thunder booming above us. Oddly enough it matched the beat of the song. Without much thinking I asked pointing to the sky "Is that your thunder buddy's doing? 'Cause it sounds a lot like it."
Steve Rogers once again looked at me bewildered by my observation. He then nodded his head in approval and smiled "Yeah, he texted me asking me how the concert was going and I told him it was 'getting a bit hot'. Guess this was his way of solving the problem." I laughed quietly compared to the noise of the people around us. I felt quite at ease around the man. I guess it was because of his friendly and open personality and the familiar surroundings (I go to concerts and talk to strangers pretty often).
That's exactly when he decided to surprise me with a question "So… you don't like people much?"
I was dumbstruck and could only stutter "Um… sorry what?"
"Or is there another reason why you carry around a firearm?" he continued. His face suddenly became hard and serious. It's like he transformed from from friendly Steve Rogers to Captain America in a matter of seconds and at the same time I realised that the rain had soaked my top revealing the outline of my Glock.
"It's for protection." I finally composed myself and answered coolly.
"Protection from who?" he asked - tone matching mine. His body was now facing me completely and his full height made me step back and feel small even though I myself am pretty tall.
"People who aren't so friendly" is what I meant to say but wha came out instead was only "people" because an elbow from the guy next to me hit my face knocking out my blue contact lenses. The guy halfheartedly apologized not fully noting how hard he hit me all the while the startled face of Captain America took in my coal black mutant eyes. I didn't give him much time to stare though and immediately started running in the opposite direction. I shoved people out of my way thankful that I was at the back of the crowd and there weren't many to shove. I could hear those same people being propelled back once again behind me by none other than Captain America. I ran as fast as I could past security and onto the parking lot. When I arrived here - on a bus - I noticed a small lake right at the end of the car park. That's exactly where I was heading. Being athletic and fast really helps when running away from someone. Not so much when that person is Captain America. As I jumped in the water headfirst I felt his hand close around my ankle. Nevertheless he jumped in the water with me. I couldn't help but smile in the water 'cause this is my play field.
I managed to get my leg free by kicking him in the face with it and quickly bolted deeper into the water. Looking back I saw that he isn't giving up. That means it's my time to shine. I face him and put my hand in front of me. The simple motion rapidly chilled the water around the approaching super soldier. A moment passed and in front of me was a frozen capsicle. I actually laughed at my own joke all the while thinking how useful it is to able to breathe under water - and have hydrokinesis. I was even thinking of getting out of the lake and leaving Captain Rogers here to melt when a dart imbedded itself in my neck. The next thing I see a figure - strongly resembling Iron Man - coming my way in the water. Before everything goes black from the sedative that was in the dart I realise that Thor wasn't the only one watching Steve's back. And I may have started on the wrong foot with the Avengers.