Chapter 1
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"Crap ! I'm late !"
Jane starts to run down the street.
Her car out. No taxi. No signal for her mobile phone.
Hard luck !
She hates being late.
Specially when she has an appointment with a little boy (or girl ? because she hasn't managed to read the signature: Caty ? Luke ? )
While running, she thinks of Tony's idea.
A great idea indeed.
Even if he doesn't want to be seen as the originator (he's too fond of his image of selfish megalomaniac ! ).
He has proposed a sort of "competition" for Christmas : children were encouraged to write a letter to the Avenger they want to spend time with.
A lot of letters have been sent and each one was read conscientiously.
Tony has chosen a little Léa , who likes creating and dreams of flying.
Thor was touched by Eva who is bullied at school and wants to learn how to fight.
Natasha has preferred a teen called Lukas who is very intellectual and loves russian literature.
Captain America has picked Tom, who is involved in humanitarian jobs.
Hawkeye has selected Sam, who is environmentalist.
Surprisingly, Jane has received letters too.
And yet she's not an Avenger.
She was moved to tears by a short letter written by an orphan.
Who has lost his family in a dramatic way.
Like her.
Who loves stars and knowledge.
Like her.
Who feels alone and misunderstood.
Like her sometimes.
Avenger's tower. At last !
Jane runs into the building and stops abruptly.
Red cheeks. Breathless. Unkempt.
The hall is desert.
Damned ! They have all gone away.
She feels miserable and stupid.
"You're late", a little voice says.
What a relief ! "Her" child is still there !
"I'm so sorry", she babbles, "mechanical problems...please forgive me ! Thank God, you have waited for me ... Come nearer, I'm dying to meet you !"
The child obeys and shows himself.
Jane startles with surprise.