Sorry for such a long time between my last update, school gets in the way of everything! WARNING: You will need to read Paintball, Art Upstairs, Merry Christmas Avengers!, and Living With the Avengers 2 to understand some things. They are all pretty dang short and I highly recommend it! :) Also, there is a major cliff hanger so don't hate me!
I reached under the bed and pulled my trunk out from underneath. The last time I had touched it was the day I had arrived. Same with my duffel. I had lived here for almost a year, and it was definitely the best time of my life.
I began taking clothes out of my closet and methodically folding them and placing them inside my colossal trunk. I found the old t-shirt I had played paintball in. It was still covered in dried paint splotches. I packed it with everything else. After all my clothes were packed away, I moved on to the shelf. The photo album they gave me for Christmas made me burst into tears. I carefully packed it away, knowing looking at it would cause me to go completely insane.
Leaving my bags in my bedroom, I took the elevator to Steve's art studio. I walked slowly around the room, putting all of his artwork to memory. I noticed that he never did finish the painting of the Rockefeller center. I grabbed my drawing of Thor from the day I discovered the studio and left.
I moved on to the living room, collecting everyone's action figures from the shelf next to the TV. I took them back to my room and packed them with my clothes. I checked the time on my phone. Fury said I had to be out by 3:00, and it was 2:50. I shoved my trunk down the hallway and into the elevator, since there wasn't a super-soldier who would carry it down the stairs for me. I set my duffel on top of it and pressed the ground floor button. The ride down was agonizingly slow. After dragging all my stuff to the front door, I turned around and looked at my home. It was dreary and dark.
"Hey Jarvis?" I ask.
"Yes Miss Beth?" he automatically responded, as gloomy as the tower he inhabited.
"I guess this is goodbye..." I begin, my voice cracking.
"I suppose it is." he replies.
"I'm gonna miss you. Even though you're an artificial intelligence, I've grown to like you." I say, chuckling as tears slide down my face.
Jarvis chuckles as well. "I have grown fond of you as well. If I could cry, I would be." he says.
A horrible thought pops into my head. "What will happen to you now that no one is gonna live here anymore?" I tentatively ask.
He didn't respond for so long I thought he had randomly turned off or something. Finally he answers. "I'm assuming I will continue residing here, although I will not be able to serve my purpose with no one to assist. Perhaps I will be shut off, I am not sure."
My heart sinks. Oh, God. "I don't want that to happen to you..." I say through my tears.
"Neither do I." he agrees. "If it does, don't feel sad for me. You are a very special person, Beth. Attempt to begin the next chapter of your life."
"Okay, I'll try, for you." I promise.
"Good luck and goodbye, Miss Beth." he says.
"Goodbye Jarvis." I reply.
I open the front door to see a man in a robot suit, a man with a hammer, one with a shield, another with a bow, a woman in a leather cat suit, and a man wearing only a pair of torn up pants walking up the front lawn. It can't be...
"Beth!" one of them shouts.
My vision goes fuzzy and I fall to the ground, hitting my head on the walkway.