Thank you so much for your love and dedication to twilight fanfics! So lots and lots have changed. I got married, started falling in love with the marvel franchise and a twilight renaissance began! Don't worry, I intend on finishing my other story, or at least getting rid of it. But this one I have so much hope for. I don't own Marvel or Twilight. I promise this is an ExB story. Please enjoy!

Bella's pov

I lay on the floor of my studio apartment trying to regain my composure after my terrifying dream. That voice, the one I forced myself to remember so that I never forget the names. It stirred inside me like having eaten rancid chicken on a hot day, trying to bubble to the surface. I swallowed thickly and slowly sat up, propping myself against my livingroom wall.

Another night with only an hour of sleep. It was becoming so normal that I rarely questioned it anymore.

I reached up to the side table above my head and felt around for the remote, clumsily pushing things around with my hands until I felt the grooves of the buttons. I flicked on the television hoping to catch some infomercial about foot cream or something. Anything but the news.

I glanced at the clock. 6am.

Fat chance. The T.V. lit up as I saw David Muir's face, serious as always, regaling me with new information. I smirked as I saw images of my friend Sam flying around with his star-spangled suit kicking ass.

"Aid goes out to more displaced citizens as acting Captain America Sam Wilson's speech takes the nation."

"Approval ratings of new 'black Captain America' soar as footage of Sam Wilson speech breaks the internet."

I flipped the channel, another news station covering Sam.

"Are we not holding this man responsible for not signing the Sokovia accords? How much more destruction and damage must we endure as a country until the Avengers are held responsible?"

I rolled my eyes. These people had nothing better to do than to be angry.

I flipped the channel again.

"Captain America! Where did you get your suit?"

"Mr. Wilson, is it true you and Isabella Barnes are in a relationship?"

"Sam! Are you partnering with the Wakandans to form a black Avenger team?"

I watched as Sam stealthily dodged these questions. I'd never been prouder of my friend than I was in these moments. He didn't need validation or limelight. He just wanted to help people.

I sighed as my mind wandered back to his predecessor.

"Bell, I gotta be with her. I gotta find Peggy."

"Steve, we still need you."

"Bell, you don't need me as much as you think you do."

I just stared at him, gritting my teeth and shakily letting a breath out. I took his hand and drug him in for our final hug.

"Hey, hey, hey" He soothed as he gripped me tightly. "Don't do anything stupid until I get back."

"How can I?" I smiled sadly as traitor tears sprung to my eyes. "You're taking all the stupid with you."

I shook my head to dispel the memory from my mind as I heard the shrill sound of a phone ringing. I glanced to the ground beside me and my cell-phone was loudly vibrating the floor. I lifted the device to my ear and pressed the green call button.

"What?" I answered with a smirk.

He chuckled. "Good morning to you too, Bell. Meet me for coffee?"

"Sure whatever," I answered.

I hung up without another word and pushed myself off the floor. I showered, letting the hot water wash away the perspiration from my dream. Brushing my teeth I glanced in the mirror. I looked like shit. My eyes were an electric blue and they were surrounded by shadows and memories. I looked like I hadn't slept in a week. Dark and thick eyelashes framed my eyes and my eyebrows were perpetually set in a hard line of suspicion.

The forever soldier. Woman out of time.

Black leggings, a white t-shirt, and combat boots with a slight heel. Nothing out of the ordinary for me. I looked in the mirror and huffed a sigh through my nose as I remember how normal I wasn't. I flexed my arm and looked as the metal glowed in my low light. I grabbed my leather jacket and tried to cover up my abnormalities.

He always sat in the same spot everytime we came to this shithole. The booth all the way at the end with a newspaper in his hands, the light above him buzzing with age and energy. The paint was peeling off the walls and it smelled musty. Every Wednesday he always met with me here though. I wasn't sure if he was trying to hide me and I should be offended or we both just craved the seclusion.

I sat down across from him and he didn't even greet me, he just kept reading the newspaper. Who even read newspapers now? Aren't they obsolete with all this technology? You'd think we'd have switched places or something. Lizzie, the waitress, brought me a coffee and a blueberry muffin. I nodded in thanks. At least I didn't have to pretend I was going to get something different. She knew better.

"It's not just the big three anymore." He said after a few minutes.

I stopped picking apart the muffin and snorted.

"This shit again?" I scoffed at him, rolling my eyes.

He was referring to his belief that all we ever fought was aliens, androids, and wizards.

He folded the newspaper down and glared at me.

"I'm serious, Bella."

I shook my head, "What is it this time?"

"I don't know," He said honestly.

My brow furrowed in confusion "You don't know?"

He met my gaze and I tried so hard not to feel something. It felt like he was penetrating my soul with his gaze. He radiated power and conviction. Typically, I would spit in the face of such energy. Only this time I devoured it as though I hadn't eaten in a century.

"Bella, I need your help."

"Yes?" I breathed, unable to help myself.

He smiled warmly and I knew then he knew my secret. Sam Wilson knew I was in love with him, and he didn't feel the same. I tried to shove my despair at the coming sentence aside.

"I need you to check it out for me. Do some research."

My face screwed up in confusion. "You're sending me where exactly to do 'research' on a potential threat?"

"Forks,"

I laughed out loud at this. A proper laugh that shook my insides. I noted that Sam wasn't laughing and slowly sobered myself to form a suspicious look.

"Wait you're serious? Forks is a place?"

He nodded. "In Washington State."

He tossed his newspaper to the side and slid me a manila folder that had somehow appeared between us.

"This is all you'll need to know. Report back to me every Wednesday with developments."

With that he stood and left me sitting in the diner with my pulverized muffin, cold coffee, a mysterious mission in the middle of nowhere, and nothing but his scent left.

A.N- Not an informative beginning I suspect. Sorry for your suspense but I have to keep you guessing in some way. Anyway if you liked this beginning please give it a review. Thank you!