Reunion

Hetalia/Avengers

DeepDarkYetDangerous

Alfred stood at the bottom of a long flight of stairs that led to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters. He stood there, gazing up at the huge, old marble building that loomed overhead, standing tall and proud.

He adjusted his navy blue uniform, making sure that his military attire was crisp and presentable. His tie felt unnaturally tight, so he took a moment to loosen it as well as fix his hair. He adjusted his and let his wander as he started up the long stone path before him.

Alfred was skeptical about what Dr. Erksine had told him, and didn't know exactly what to think of this serum that would supposedly turn this boy who was just skin and bones –Steve Rogers, as Alfred had been informed –into a war hero.

But, you know what they say; curiosity killed the cat. Hopefully Alfred's curiosity wouldn't kill him though…

But Alfred cast away all of his doubts and decided to come and see how this experiment went.

He sat in the observalence room, as Dr. Erksine explained the experiment over the intercom system.

After about five minutes or so, and a bunch of flashing lights and scientists running around like chickens with no heads, Steve Rogers was unstrapped from the machinery.

Alfred was speechless.

This experiment –which his closest friend, and head of the British forces, Arthur, had told him would fail –actually worked!

Alfred stood up along with the others in the observalence room and left to go crowd around Steve, Dr. Erksine, and the other scientists to go celebrate their amazing victory.

As he got down the flight of stairs leading down into the laboratory, he saw a large crowd –mostly consisting of the scientists –already surrounding Steve.

Alfred tried to get through the crowd, finally being successful, making his way to Steve.

But before Alfred could even say 'Hello' or stick out his hand to shake Steve's, two gun shots rang through the air, and Dr. Erksine fell to the ground, bleeding from the two bullet wounds in his chest.

There were screams as people fell to the floor for safety and as Steve ran to Dr. Erksine.

Dr. Erksine could only tap Steve three times in the middle of his now broad chest, before going completely limp.

A few seconds after Dr. Erksine went limp; Steve gently laid his corpse down and stood up. He then started to run after the man who had shot the German-American immigrant scientist and grabbed the last vile of the super serum.

But, meanwhile, all that Alfred could do was to cower in fear and shock, watching the events happen in horror.

"Alfred F. Jones." A deeper voice said slowly, almost cooing, snapping Alfred out of his memories.

"Oh, hello again, Nick." Alfred greeted with a smile, not his usual toothy grin, and a nod of his head as he stuck out his right hand for a handshake.

"*humph* We have a LOT to catch up on." Nick Fury said as he shook Alfred's hand.

Nick Fury was wearing a dark brown, almost black leather trench coat and a zip-up jacket, which was tucked into his pants –both of which were of similar color to his trench coat.

He had no hair on his chocolate color head but his close-cut beard, which formed an "O" around his mouth with his moustache.

But the feature that stood out the most about him was the fact that he wore an eye-patch over his left eye.

"You've been briefed about the Avenger's Initiative, right?" Fury asked Alfred as they walked down a long hallway.

The hallway looked like it easily could have a tank plow down it, and not break any of the vases that were on the mini column-like podiums, or knock any of the various pictures ajar.

"Actually, no." Alfred started.

"Oh! Well,-" Fury was cut off.

"But I was briefed about them when the idea first came about." Alfred explained, chuckling as he saw shock spread across Fury's face. "You've forgotten that I'm 236, as of today, didn't you?"

"I-I guess I did." Fury chuckled. "Happy Birthday then, Alfred."

The two were surrounded by silence by silence. The only sound that they could hear was their footsteps and conversation, both of which echoed down the hall and rang in their ears.

The situation oddly reminded Alfred of another situation, quite like this one.

Steve Rogers was walking down a hallway to go to his training session.

He was told he was being assigned a new partner.

'This will be the fifth one just this week…' He thought to himself. 'I wonder how long this one will last. The others only lasted minutes before they fell behind during practice rounds…'

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rapid foot-steps getting closer and closer to him, as the person running called out his name.

"Hey, Steve! There you are!" A dirty blond haired young man called out, slowing down only as he caught up to Steve.

The young man looked to be barely that. He looked to be only in his late teens –roughly around sixteen or seventeen, if Steve were to place an age on the male.

"Hi! I'm Alfred F. Jones!" He happily exclaimed, sticking his right arm out to shake Steve's hand.

"Hello. I guess I don't need to introduce myself, though." Steve replied, returning Alfred's gesture, thinking to himself 'Great, another fan… I thought they wouldn't let regular people into the area, but this boy looks too young to be an agent…'

"Yeah, I was assigned to be your training partner." Alfred explained, cracking a toothy grin at Steve's look of shock. "I'm a LOT older than I look. But I guess they didn't think anyone else could train at your level of skill."

"And so I take it that you're stronger than everyone else?" Steve questioned skeptically.

"Yep. Think you can keep up with me?" Alfred joked, but was, at the same time, was quite serious.

Steve smiled at the younger male's enthusiasm.

"But, I actually don't know." The younger blond said coolly. "I haven't gotten to go full out in training in a LONG time! They wouldn't let me train without a partner, so I can't train without my brother, Matt, who I swear is pacifist, or my best friend, Arthur, but the people here –mostly the janitors –don't like to have me train with him, 'cuase me and the Brit will usually start fighting each other, not the other side…" Alfred explained, starting to pout as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

There was a slight pause.

"Well, anyways, I guess you'll just have to see what I can do yourself, now won't you?" Alfred teased, elbowing Steve in the side before changing the subject, as the two started back on their way to the training room.

"Well, things have changed a lot since back then." Fury said, gaining Alfred's attention once again.

Fury swiped his S.H.I.E.L.D. I.D. card in a card swipper machine beside the double metal elevator doors, thus opened the elevator doors after the red light on the machine turned green and a small 'bing'.

"We currently have nine Avengers on our team." Fury said as they walked onto the elevator and turned around.

"Is that really enough to protect both me and my people?" Alfred asked, not looking at Fury, but staring sadly at the metal doors that closed behind them with a saddened expression and a deep sigh.

"Oh, they should be plenty." Fury chuckled, turning his head to glance at Alfred, who unfortunately was to his left. "We have Iron Man, Thor, Ant Man, Wasp, Black Panther, and Captain America."

Alfred's eyes got wide.

"WHAT?" Alfred yelled in shock, turning and facing Fury.

"Steve!" Alfred yelled to his teammate through the debris of the burning warehouse. "We have to get out, NOW! They've set the warehouse to self-destruct!"

"Come on!" Steve yelled back. "The exit's this way!"

The two American's ran towards the open doors which allowed the morning sunrise to shine in.

But as they neared the exit, the hall rumbled, causing cracks to form on the floor, walls, and espesally the ceiling.

"LOOK OUT!" Alfred screamed as he pushed Captain America forward, not a second too soon, as the ceiling caved in, separating the two.

"ALFRED!" Steve shouted from outside, unsure if his fellow comrade was even still alive or not.

"I-I'm alright!" Alfred called from the other side of the rocks. "You need to get as far from here as possible! I promise we'll see each other again!" He promised.

"But-" Steve tried to argue, but to no avail.

"No buts! The whole place is about to blow! GET OUT OF HERE NOW!" Alfred commanded.

After a lot of convincing, Alfred finally managed to get Steve to leave.

Steve ran, only turning back when he was at the top of a hill, about a mile away from the building, when he heard it explode.

He watched in horror as the building exploded, frozen in horror, his feet rooted to the ground.

Alfred was thankful that he was at least semi-immortal at times like that.

He was also thankfully close to Arthur's camp base, and had been able to limp his way into that base and collapsed in front of Arthur and the British army.

But that was all of about 70 years ago. This was 2012.

Fury swiped his S.H.I.E.L.D. I.D. card in another machine beside another set metal doors, opening them, just like the elevator that they had gotten out of at the other end of the hallway Alfred and Fury were in.

Inside the room was a circular table, which had a large, capital 'A' with an arrow instead of the horizontal line.

Sitting around this table were nine people.

"Alfred, I would like you to meet the Avengers." Fury said before introducing each and every one of them.

The first man, a tall, long-haired blond, with weird armor, a red cape, and a heavy looking hammer on the table in front of him, was introduced as Thor, God of Thunder, and son of Odin.

The second man, who had a medium cut, black hair and a moustache and goatie like beard. He was wearing an ACDC t-shirt and jeans, and there was a circular light shining through his shirt. Tony Stark, a.k.a. Iron Man, was who he was introduced as.

Next, Fury introduced a red-haired Russian with a nice body, as Natasha Romanova, a.k.a. the Black Widow.

Then there was a man with blond hair, brilliant blue eyes, and a built structure. He was wearing a purple vest that looked scaled. Only his left arm was sleeved, and there was a light purple band around his bare right bicep. He also wore dark purple gloves, dark purple pants, and purple boots. He was playing with a purple bow, and Alfred could see a purple quiver filled with purple arrows propped up against his seat.

He was introduced as Clint Barton, or Hawkeye, as Alfred thought to himself 'That sure is a lot of purple…'

The next person to be introduced was big, green, and not so happy looking.

Fury didn't need to introduce him. Alfred knew it was the Hulk.

The next Avenger was a tall, blond male who was quickly scribbling in a notebook, ignoring the world around him. He was wearing a white lab coat that was unbuttoned, revealing his violet-red sweater. He was introduced as Hank Pym, who was both Ant Man AND Giant Man.

The female that was sitting beside Hank had short black hair that fanned out from the sides of her head, and was red on the tips and top of her head.

She was wearing a yellow strapless top that hugged her hourglass frame, but had a loose piece that was draped across her chest and had a black tank-top that also hugged her body and you could see the black straps on her shoulder. She was also wore tight Capri's and white shoes. She had big yellow headphones that she was listening to whist glaring at Hank.

She was introduced as Janet van Dyne, or the Wasp.

The man closest to the entrance was a quiet man with chocolate colored skin and dark, very close-cut hair, and light brown eyes.

Fury introduced him as T'Challa; King of Wakanda, or the Black Panther.

But it was the last person in the room that caught Alfred's eyes.

A dirty blond man sat at the opposite side of the table, farthest from Fury and Alfred.

He was deep in thought, staring at today's local newspaper.

Alfred held his hands behind his back as he slowly made his way over to the other blond.

When Alfred got to him, Alfred tapped the other's shoulder, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Baby blue eyes met brilliant blue ones, exchanging mixed feelings of shock, confusion, and many other feelings.

"It's been too long Steve." Alfred said, barely above a whisper.

"A-Alfred?" Steve Rogers, or Captain America, asked. "H-How are you still alive? That warehouse exploded! I saw it! There's no humanly possible!" He added after Alfred gave him a small nod.

"That's the thing, Cap." Alfred explained. "I'm not exactly human. I'm a country. The United States of America to be exact." He was almost in tears of joy. "As long as even one person still recognizes and gathers under my flag, I will always survive."

(A/N): So, this is my 4th of July / birthday present for the United States of Awesomness!

I DID THIS IN JUST ONE WEEK!

I ACTUALLY PLANNED THIS ONE OUT TOO!

I'm so proud of myself! *does victory dance*

So, I took up six whole notebook pages, front and back, and, not including this A/N, this also took up six Word pages!

This is my first crossover fic though (not including one that I started over a year ago and never completed more than one chapter of it…), so please REVIEW and tell me what you think of it!

Now I'm gonna go watch my neighbors set off fireworks!

One last thing before I leave off, this is so far a one-shot, but very well could become a chapter story, if you review!

I have some ideas of how it could continue, but I WILL NOT post anything for it until I get a bunch of reviews!

Come on! I need to know people like the stories of mine that I also like! Not just the one I don't like!

DeepDarkYetDangerous out! *does a superman pose with a blanket tied around neck*

Edit 8/12/12

So, this story is ACTUALLY SHOWING PROMISE FOR A REAL PLOT!

LE GASP! ('Cause adding 'le' in front of gasp adds SOOO much drama! lol... And I'm going to try for Drama Club at school this year... If not acting, then for setup crew...)

Edit 8/16/12

As soon as I see that I have 10 reviews asking for me to continue, I will post the second chapter, which is ready to go.

I currently have six, so PLEASE REVIEW!

(Edit 8/21/12: So, according to two reviewers, this story was hard to understand the time jumps… I'm sorry about that… I thought you guys would understand with context clues and whatnot, but I guess it just an example of how the author might miss some things because they KNOW what they wanted to happen, and might have just forgotten to put that part in… So, I hope my adding the –WWII- and –Present- with help with the misunderstandings… Chapter two is ready to go, I'm now just waiting for one more review of asking to continue! And I'll also give an shout out to those how have reviewed! (Just thought of that… So I guess it isn't quite ready… I'll give the shout outs, then post it when I get that 10th review!))

D.D.Y.D. OUT!