(A/N. Sorry this chapter took a little longer than expected. School got in the way and I made a lot of edits to this chapter. But it's finally here. This chapter is told from the perspective of Steve Roger's son, Steve Rogers Jr. nicknamed Stevie. Once again, I do not own the Avengers or related titles or such. However, as a reminder Phoebe, Stevie and Bryan (Banner) are all characters of my own creation.)
Stevie woke up when he heard the footsteps, excited, he wriggled out of his bed, he figured it must be Director Fury back with Phoebe. Fury had told him and Bryan that he had to go and get her after dinner. He had found out that the same man who had killed his parents and Bryan's, had killed Phoebe's too. He started to cry when he heard this. He was scared that Phoebe would be hurt. He remembered when his home was attacked, he had been hurt. He had jumped on the man's back, trying to protect his mother who was lying on the floor bleeding.
"DON'T HURT MY MOTHER!"
Stevie hit him, grabbed his hair, kicking him. He had merely laughed.
"You stupid boy."
He had thrown him off his back and he tumbled onto the floor. He had gotten a lot of cuts and bruises from the falls. It hurt. He bled.
"You stupid, little boy," he whispered as he stepped onto his back, "I could kill you easily. I could but I won't. I don't want to kill you. I want to help you. Would you want to with me? I can show you things that you could have never dreamed of on your own. You can have anything your heart desires. Anything at all. All you need to do is come with me. Come with me, Steven. Your dreams will come true."
"No."
"Get away from my son!"
"DAD!"
His father knocked the man over. He ran scared and covered his eyes. He heard screaming as his father was murdered and his mother screamed. Then she stopped.
"MOM! DAD!"
He came over to him and tousled his hair. He pushed the hand away.
"They're gone, Steven. Come with me."
The man held out his hand. He refused and ran to his father and grabbed his shield and threw it. It missed.
But instead of throwing it back, the man picked it up and examined it. He grinned.
"Put it down. That's my father's! It doesn't belong to you!"
Stevie had been left alone. The man, Loki had left with his father's shield under his arm. Before he left he gave him a pat on the head. When he left, he had cried. He had tried to get his father to come back but he wouldn't. Same with his mother. But they were dead. And he had hid until Director Fury had come for him.
Sometimes it gave him bad dreams at night. But he hadn't told anyone. He didn't want to be weak. He was going to be the leader, leaders never got scared or ran or cry, no matter what. Just like his daddy.
He hurried out of his room, he couldn't wait to see her, but when got to the hallway Phoebe wasn't there. Director Fury looked like he'd been crying, and was holding a teddy bear. He remembered seeing it in her room a couple of times at Phoebe's home.
"Director, where's Phoebe?"
The Director turned, he seemed surprised to see him, "Stevie," he sighed, "Why are you up? It's nearly one in the morning."
"I heard footsteps. I wanted to see Phoebe. Where is she? Is she in the sick bay? Is she hurt?"
"Calm down, Stevie. I'll explain in the morning. Go back to bed for now. Okay?"
"But…"
"I will tell you and Bryan in the morning. For now, I just need you to go back to bed. Just go to bed. Okay?"
"Okay."
He trudged back to his bed. He sat on his bed, it squeaked.
"What's wrong, Stevie," Bryan asked sitting up and rubbing his eyes, "Is Fury back with Phoebe?"
They shared a room, the two of them. He had his own room when he lived with his mom and dad. He had had the room to himself, for a few days before Bryan came. Now it was the two of them. Fury said they were going have to share it with Phoebe and Gunnar when they both came. There wasn't enough room for each of them to have their own bedroom. It was small inside, with just enough space for the four beds plus a little nightstand next to each. He had complained about the size but had been told by Director Fury, "The sizes of bedrooms don't matter because you're only going to use it for sleeping. All you need for sleeping is a bed." He had accepted that.
"She wasn't with him. He said he'd tell us in the morning."
He pulled the blanket over himself. The bed squeaked again. He still wasn't used to the sound it made whenever he moved. Bryan stared at him.
"Do you think she's dead?"
Stevie shook his head. He couldn't believe Bryan would say something like that. Phoebe couldn't be dead. She just couldn't be.
"Don't say things like that. You can't say things like that, Bryan."
"Why?"
"She's our friend. You don't say things like that about friends. You don't say things like that about anyone. It's not right."
"It isn't," Bryan said quietly. He took a deep breath trying to calm himself down. Stevie hadn't realized he'd been upsetting him. He felt bad.
"Sorry."
"It's okay. I'm fine," Bryan said. He took a drink of water and took another deep breath, "I'm okay right now."
Stevie nodded, and went silent for a minute thinking, "Bryan…Did he ask you anything? Like did he ask you to go with him?"
"Who? Loki?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah. He did."
Bryan went really quiet. Stevie sighed. Bryan didn't like talking much, he knew that. It made him lonely though. Phoebe liked to talk. A lot. He was never lonely with her around. He liked how she would chatter away with him. He liked her voice.
"He asked me to go with him too. He told me I could have anything I wanted if I did. Do you think he told Phoebe the same thing, and she went with him?"
"I dunno."
Stevie turned over in his bed. He didn't really feel like sleeping now. His tummy was all knotted and he felt sick. He was worried, What if she was hurt, or scared? What if he had killed her? No. Phoebe had to be alive. She had to be okay. She had to be…otherwise how were they supposed to be the Avengers…They couldn't be without Phoebe. Or Gunnar. Two people couldn't be a team. They couldn't. That wasn't how things worked. It just wasn't.
(A/N Hope you enjoyed it. Any and all reviews welcomed Next will be up in a few to everyone who has reviewed, followed or alerted me, thank you very much I highly appreciate it..)