My pockets felt heavy as I walked with Steve through the airport.
My nerves were wound tight, the tension causing my shoulders to tighten.
My brother gave me a small backpack to carry so I didn't look suspicious running around the airport without luggage.
"So, your brother was telling me that you have been of fan of all of us since he met us." Rogers said, he muttered as we passed baggage claim.
I could die of embarrassment. My blood shot to my feet before shooting up to my face again.
"He. Told. You. What?!" I whisper-yelled.
"He—oh n-no.. I-I… oh never mind." He muttered, shaking his head nervously.
I scoffed, trudging forward in the slow moving crowd.
We were almost to the door when I saw a white flash from the corner of my eye.
The nerves I felt, now turned into anxiety. I felt as if I was being watched. The hairs on the back of my neck standing up. The feeling was familiar.
"Marie? What's wrong?" Rogers asks.
I choose to ignore him, incline my head, tilting it to the side, listening quietly.
I could see Rogers beginning to get frustrated at me lack of response or movement. His jaw clenched, shoulders tense, fists clenching and unclenching.
They're here. I mouth to him.
The black cap that I'm wearing however obstructs my view, so I couldn't see his reaction.
He neglects to say another word as he leads me away, towards the exit.
"This is a bad idea, they're waiting to ambush us outside." I whisper, as he takes my hand in his.
I stiffen in surprise for a moment before I follow him outside. I stiffen even more as I sense them come closer.
We get past the parking lot before we hear two sets of footsteps quickly following us.
"Rogers, Barton. Where are you?" We hear Fury ask through the earpiece we're both wearing.
"Past the car lot. Across the street, three buildings down." Rogers responded.
"Good evening." He says politely.
"We don't want any problems." Rogers said, lifting up his palm in caution.
"We're not here to cause problems."
I locked eyes with the familiar face before me. Though her face showed emotion, I kept my face expressionless.
"Then what is it that you want?" Rogers asked, stepping forward.
"We don't mean any harm, we only wish to speak to the girl." Carlisle said.
"Bella, we know it is you." Esme whispered, emotionally.
I sighed looking up at the two. They didn't seem to be backing down anytime soon. Stubborn vampires.
"Why do you want to speak to me?" I asked in a leveled voice.
"Bella, we're here to apologize for leaving you alone. We'd like to offer you a place to stay." Carlisle stated.
"That's just it. You have the wrong person. Bella's dead. Now if you'll please leave me alone." I say, allowing my voice to break at the end.
"No. Bella never told us she had any other siblings. In fact, she used to say she was an only child." Carlisle argued, stubbornly.
Actually, I never quite told them I had siblings. That my good sir, is assuming.
"Yes, well. There's a reason for that. Not that that's any of your business." I state dryly.
"Bella, darling, you don't have to lie to us. We're your family. " Esme pleads.
"My name is Marie not Bella, and the only family I have is my older brother, Clint. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm late." I spit out.
"Bella. Please, don't do this." Esme pleads once more.
"You have the same features as Bella." Carlisle stated, feebly.
"That would be because I'm her twin sister. We have the same features, but look nothing alike. Now are we done here?" I asked.
"I can see you're not going to admit anything. I'm sorry we wasted your time. Marie." He said, extending his hand towards me only to be intercepted by Rogers.
"If you truly want to see the proof. Go to Forks. Bella's grave is there, it'll be hers and my father's resting place. Goodbye." I say, turning and walking away from them.
Quickly flagging down a taxi and climbing without sparing another look back.
The entire cab ride consists of awkward silence as we speed through the city. My mind is running quick possibilities to the new occurrence.
When will I ever have peace in my life again? Will I ever have a normal life?
He promised it would be as if they never existed. So, why were they all still making appearances in my life? I had to talk to somebody, and I knew who, I just hoped he wasn't too busy.