It has been so long since I updated…I don't want to think about how long. Work got crazy, my muse left me, and nothing I wrote seemed good enough. BUT. I saw Iron Man 3 last night (amazing!) and now my Avengers muse is back. So I know this update is short, but I have a clear idea of where I want this story to go now. Thanks for sticking with me, guys!
Susan kept to herself for the next few days, unconsciously avoiding the rest of the Avengers. She just needed time to think things over, consider what Aslan had said. She needed to find her place in this new time, but she also didn't want to loose who she had been in Narnia. She needed to find a balance between being Susan Pevensie and being Queen Susan the Gentle.
Eventually she sought Steve out, knowing he was the only one who would understand what she was going through.
"Susan!" Steve exclaimed when he opened the door to his quarters and found her standing on the other side.
Susan grimaced at the surprised look on Steve's face. "Sorry, I should have called first, or…"
"No, no, it's fine," Steve rushed to assure her as he stepped back a bit. "Please, come in. How are you?"
"Doing better," Susan answered, stepping through the door. Steve's apartment was sparsely furnished, though whether that was a result from his time in the Army or because he didn't know what to put in the room, she didn't know. Her own quarters were nearly as sparse, simply because things about this time still confused her. So her eyes lit up when she caught sight of something familiar. "Where did you find a rotary phone?!"
Steve's gaze followed Susan's over to the phone in question. "It was a Christmas present from Pepper. I have no idea how she found one, let alone got it work," he explained with a chuckle. "Tony probably helped, though he would never admit to it."
"It works?" Susan exclaimed, fascinated.
"Yeah, here look," Steve said, crossing over to it eagerly. He picked up the receiver and spun the dial, and the familiar sounds soothed nerves that Susan hadn't known were frazzled.
She jumped slightly as she felt her cell phone vibrate against her hip. Fishing it out of the pocket of her skirt, she saw an unfamiliar number showing up on the screen. "Is that you?"
"Yeah," Steve nodded, smiling. "Now you have my number, if you ever need it. It's linked to my cell, so if I don't pick it up after four rings, it will transfer the call to my cell. Another sign that Tony was involved somehow, I'm sure."
"Thanks," Susan replied, slipping her phone back in her pocket. She may have had trouble learning how to use the new piece of technology, but she couldn't deny that it was handy to be able to reach people, no matter where they were.
"So, what can I do for you?" Steve asked after a brief pause, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
Susan took a deep breath, pushing away the feelings that it was a sign of weakness to ask for help. "I just…want to talk. I need your help."
"What kind of help?"
"Advice. On how to fit in here."