Full summary: When a human experiment solely created for the war effort and another human-mutant experiment are brought together by invisible forces, common friends and a cause bigger than themselves, things ought to get interesting. Grace Thomas barely has any recollection of her family, safe for painful flashes in her memory, and she is on top of that not any ordinary girl. Steve Rogers is a good, yet fragile man who refuses to do any less for his country than he should. When the two of them are thrown into the Second World War with their friends and allies, a second pressing and more dangerous fight begins when Grace's past comes back to haunt her, and Steve has to take up the mantle and become the character he was merely meant to portray. Together, they make an odd duo, but the both of them suddenly have so much to live for. Family.
Author's note: I'm back again from a bit of a break. But now I'm ready to start a new chapter in a completely different fandom, and boy, we've got a long road ahead of us; basically because I went a bit nuts with my ideas. This particular story is a major recreation of a fanfiction I had up shortly called "Stars and Stripes" and a current story which will have been taken down by now as you read this called "Storm Warning: The First Avengers", but with the same initial idea. I'd like to think that this one will have more substance and is more 'thorough'. I appreciate constructive criticism done in a polite, if not a nice way. But like in life in general, I've come to a point where I don't really care about potential hate, flames or trolling thrown at me. Nor should any of you out there. I write because I enjoy it, and it is my imagination, not anyone else's. With that said, I will undoubtedly make mistakes; English is not my first language and although I speak/write advanced English in my daily life when I'm in school at university, I know that my grammar/use of expressions might not be totally correct.
I have just started writing on this story in full - I've prepared notes and done a lot of research until now, but I simply couldn't wait to share my new, but old muse with you guys anymore. With this said, I really hope that you'll bear over with my sporadic updates. School and exams still come first, even during these times, but if all goes well, I will have two whole months of summer vacation from July and until September 1 to write and do other stuff.
I guess there's nothing more to say for now, other than I hope you'll enjoy this and stick around. And especially in these times, take care - stay home if you can! Cheers x
Edit 06-14-2020: I realized I had forgotten to disclose a disclaimer, so here it goes: The following disclaimer goes for all chapters of Typhoon: The First Avengers. This is a work of fiction, a flick of my imagination and love for the Marvel Cinematic Universe. This fanfiction is based heavily on Captain America: The First Avengers and on my own take on the plot, event, and situations - either already existing in this world or made-up. The only thing I really own is Grace, any other character or plots/event coming along in this fanfiction that do not belong in the MCU or anywhere else but in my head, and the original content I bring into this story.
Prologue
Brooklyn, New York City - 2011
A subtle thump sounded as Grace Thomas let go of the small backpack, she had received from the strange organization that had found her and Steve in the ice somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean.
"I guess this is it." Steve stated softly as they were standing in their new shared home in an apartment building in downtown Brooklyn. It was an apartment which SHIELD graciously had set up for them, after they both had woken up and realized that they were home in the States, and yet they were not because it was 66 years later from when Steve and Grace went down with the Valkyrie. They had spent a few months in an isolated SHIELD safe house where they had gotten the chance to adjust slowly without any hazzles.
Steve jumped slightly at the familiar, yet strange sound of a car honking. He frowned concernedly as he watched Grace stiffen defensively in a way he knew meant that she was alert and scared. And it gnawed at his heart strings, because he after several years knew what made the bravest girl he had ever met in his life feel uncomfortable and even scared. And noise was not it.
"You'll get used to the city noise." He reassured her comfortingly albeit he knew it would not influence the young girl much, closing the distance between them as he let his hand rest lightly on her shoulder before he gave it a squeeze.
Grace frowned and sunk a lump in her throat as she simply stared at the room around them. It was a joint living room and kitchen with very modern furniture, nothing that she remembered from her childhood and otherwise alternative and controversial upbringing. Out in the hallway, they had passed a door that led to the bathroom, already filled with everything they would need at first until they got settled in. Finally, in the living room section of the apartment, there were two other doors next to each other, which Grace assumed led to their bedrooms. It was nothing fancy but was small and calming. The only thing that seemed to bother Grace was the walls. They were bare, similar to the feeling she had gotten ever since they found out where they were and what year it was.
"Something wrong?" Steve questioned her.
"The walls." Grace breathed. "They're too…bare."
"I know." Steve replied soothingly. "We'll go shopping for whatever's missing tomorrow. Besides from that, I'm sure we'll create some memories to put up there as we go along."
Grace cracked a small smile at Steve's attempt of soothing her. "Sounds swell. I mean, there's not much else to do, is there? Than to adjust?" Her voice betrayed her, showcasing her insecurity and worries.
She heard Steve sigh behind her before he softly uttered, "Bring it in, squirt."
Grace simply turned around and leaned into Steve's strong and comforting embrace. She was pretty sure that he engulfed her entire body. She had nearly been the same height as Steve before everything they went through. Now, Steve was towering over her with approximately two heads length.
"I know it's a lot to take in," he muttered while they were locked in their embrace, "but we'll get through this the same way we've always done. Together."
Grace smiled softly while letting out a snort that could have been mistaken for a sob, while uttering a simple two-syllable word that may seem unimportant to most people, but for Grace it had become a very important aspect of her life ever since she had met Steve. "Always."
Steve smiled as they stepped back from each other, affectionately giving Grace's hair a ruffle, causing the girl to scrunch up her nose in that adorable manner which reminded Steve each time that she was still a kid, even though the two of them in reality were moving well into their senior lives.
"Atta girl," he spoke before motioning to the bedroom doors with his head. "Why don't you check out your bedroom?"
Grace nodded slowly but hesitated a few seconds and looked towards the windows, as if she awaited the noise from traffic to prevent it from startling her again. Steve did not say anything and acted as if everything was fine in order for her to relax. Finally, Grace picked up her backpack from the floor and walked surprisingly determined towards the bedroom door to the left.
"How do you know that it's your room and not mine?" Steve questioned teasingly.
Grace stopped in the doorframe, looked through the small crack of the opened door for a second, before turning to look at Steve mischievously, "Well, considering that the wallpaper is a fading purple, I just assumed that it was mine."
Steve's eyes shone with playful mirth, his voice sarcastic, "Dang it, Grace. And you know how much I love purple."
The light, childish laugh that escaped Grace's lips following his comment made Steve's heart flutter in a warm and proud manner. It was possible to make Grace laugh a lot, especially if you tickled her, but that genuine carefree laughter that only children possesses had unfortunately been far between in Grace's case. And it was an understandable observation considering what the poor girl had been through since her toddler years. And it made Steve's heart swell that he was capable of bringing that out in her. But that same sarcasm and playfulness she possessed also made Steve's heart break as it reminded him of their mutual friend.
As Grace almost nervously pushed the bedroom door more open, Steve could not help but think of their friends - their family - of how convinced Steve was that if they had been there to see Grace now, they would nearly be bursting with pride.
The super soldier smiled reassuringly at his little sidekick, who timidly smiled back and pressed the door almost closed, but not completely.
If there was one thing Steve Rogers was able to do, it was to calm Grace down. He had had that skill ever since they got to know each other. It was also for that reason that Grace somewhat positively looked around her new room. Painted purple, it was definitely a girl's room, but it was a fading version of the color for which Grace was grateful. She had a large bed with a contrasting white bedspread covering it. A bookshelf stood next to a small desk by the window, while there on the other side of the room was a drawer and another table with a mirror built inside it that looked like a makeup table. And right next to the door was a large mirror with wooden feet, so Grace could see her entire frame.
Despite the fact that she was taller than before, she still felt quite petite as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her long hair had been neglected for some time, she had slight bags under her eyes, and she had become pretty skinny - skinnier than she remembered. Hollow green-blue orbs stared back at her through the mirror, reflecting well how she felt on the inside. Was that what she was - hollow?
In 1945, she had gone down with an advanced HYDRA plane, saving a lot of innocent lives with the closest person she could call a guardian, only to wake up 66 years later to find that everything and everyone they knew were most likely dead or very old, and they looked exactly the same as before they went down with the plane - Steve in his late twenties and Grace a teenage girl.
She and Steve had been through hell and back. They had gained so much but had nearly lost just as much. Grace's heart ached for him still. He had been one of the first persons to really stand up for her and had quickly become one of Grace's associations of home.
Home.
What had home really been like?
Grace could not remember. She never could. She could not even remember if it had been a problem before going down into the arctic, or it first came afterwards. She sometimes saw flashes, of her memories she thought, when she was dreaming. Sometimes it had been nearly impossible to wake her up, and other times she had been wandering around at night, not being able to sleep because of the dreams haunting her.
"Gracie?" Steve's call snapped Grace out of her train of thought. "Would you mind helping me with dinner?"
Grace smiled at Steve's caring antics at attempting to make her feel at home, all the while she swiftly put some things away as Steve continued, "Oh, and we also need to discuss getting you enrolled into school. Director Fury gave me some recommendations."
"Coming!" Grace chirped happily, putting away some last few things and turned around as Steve's words suddenly hit her like a brick. Paling, her eyes widening, Grace realized the magnitude at the second part of Steve's words.
"Wait? Steve?!"
So, here goes nothing. Let me know what you think :)
