The next couple of days, Thor had been conversing with Jane. Loki and Sigyn visited multiple libraries, museums, and several sites. Steve would ride aimlessly through the city. This day he ventured to a housing area that seemed to bring him back to memory lane.
There was a secluded farm house some twenty miles down the road. It had two stories where to enter. One was through the the living room. To the left of it was a dining room and kitchen. There were no walls between the kitchen, dining room, and living room.
There was a hallway at the back of the house. On the right is a bedroom and the stairs to the second story. At the left of the hall is a bathroom. At the back of the house was the master bedroom. It was large with a queen sized bed. Attached to it was the master bathroom.
The second story only had one room with a bathroom. The room had been turned into a writing office. There is a porch in front of the house and on the right side of the house is a patio with a picnic table and a away in the patio was a hot tub.
On the land is a barn that is about two footballs length away from the house. Underneath the barn was a secret lab. Only two people knew about the lab and they are the only ones who know the code to get into the lab.
Sitting in a comfortable desk chair was a young woman of twenty five with blonde hair of medium length. She was typing away on her laptop. Today her hair was in a ponytail. It was a work day for her. She came to a stop and took up a manuscript that was to her side. There were letters that were addressed to this address. There three different names; Ramona Quinn (a name for script writing), Winifred Burrows (a name for book writing) and Devan Chambers (a name for the house, land, and bills). Though none were true. Her name was hidden away in a baby book, written on the back of old photos, kept secret under lock andkey. Her name was Janine Cooper.
Janine Cooper had a past that others would think leary of. Her blue eyes held truth to what she had seen but also fear. Fear for anyone finding her secret, fear that death was looming around the corner. Fear of what people would do to her if they found out. She felt as if she was Frankenstein's monster at times. Though her past would say otherwise.
Janine's father, Richard Cooper, was a scientist and her mother, Marguerite, was a librarian. Janine's parents tried for years to have a child but were unsuccessful until they get got pregnant with Janine. Janine was born June 22. Her mother was in her forties when Janine was born. Her father was in his fifties. Her mother died after childbirth. Janine was raised by her father in the secluded farm house.
Her father was a scientist who was a workaholic. He used to be apart of SHIELD. When Janine was 15 she was sick of her father not being around. She went into her father's secret lab and found what her father was working on. It was a helmet that was attached to a number of wires and to an electrical box. Janine put on the helmet and flipped the switch that was connected to the electrical box. She was shocked and then she fainted. The shock sent the nerves a signal to perform work upon her brain.
Her father had found her in his lab shortly thereafter. At first it seemed like it didn't work with all the tests he ran on her. Then one day when Janine and her father were at a store she started hearing the voices of everyone around her. She thought it was the people around her talking but come to find out their lips did not move. The shock made her have the ability to read people's thoughts and if a person is remembering something then she is able to see that memory. Janine would then get sick whenever she was overwhelmed with peoples thoughts or memories. She would get sick with headaches, nosebleeds, and if the memories were too strong she would have a seizure.
How sick she would get depended on the thoughts and memories. If a person is just thinking she could get a nosebleed or a headache. If a person is remembering something traumatic or thinking about something traumatic she would have a seizure. When she first got the ability she thought she could handle the effects but no matter who she was around she would always get sick. The only person that she didn't get sick around was her father. Her father tried to fix her but she couldn't be fixed.
Her father realized he couldn't fix her and instead decided to try to improve her body by trying another experiment that would give her a healing ability so that she wouldn't be affected by the effects of the mind reading tested it by going into town and realize that it didn't work completely and she would still get sick. However, she would heal quicker than before so it did work but not completely. Janine's father left his job after Janine got sick and stayed home with Janine and tried to fix her. Her father died when Janine was 20 years old.
After her father died she was on her own. She didn't have any other family. With her being alone Janine had to do everything around the house. If anything was to break she would have to fix it. If she did need something she would have it delivered to the house. Her mailbox is halfway up the road to her house so packages would be dropped off far enough away from the house that she wouldn't be affected by the delivery person. She was even up to date with today's technology to keep in touch with some people but only people she knew before she was 15. She would only communicate with them over the computer or phone.
Though she tries to make the best of her self made prison. She spends her time writing, reading, watching TV, watching movies, taking walks with the dog on her property, learning, and exercising. She likes to read all different types of books along with watching a variety of TV shows and movies. She is interested by a variety of subjects. She keeps her 5'8" slim but curved figure in place by kickboxing and other sort of exercise that could be used against would be enemies if it ever need be.
To keep her house, she works as a writer mostly for books and scripts. Today she was working on correcting her eighth draft. She wanted everything to be perfect. It was a leap of faith that she was writing her story into fiction. It was a mere adaptation and the adaption was quite an overstatement. She still had some fear. Though she was a sweet, nice, likable and caring woman she was also smart, understanding, strong willed, quick witted, quick study, old fashioned, conservative, didn't intimidate easily and above all honest.
As she was reading a yellow sticky note fell off the paper and landed upon a male Rottweiler. She reached down and grabbed. The dog licked her hand as it departed. She giggled and rubbed his head before putting the sticky note back on the paper. She heard the padded steps of her male doberman coming up the stairs. She sighed and backed out of her chair. Janine looked down at her dog.
"Boris," she called to the rottweiler. He was her first dog she got after a year her father died. She named him after Boris Karloff from the 1931 movie Frankenstein, one of her father's favorite movies. Soon after Janine realized that Boris needed another dog to play with and she got Ziggy the male Doberman named after David Bowie's persona. Boris and Ziggy are protective of Janine. They listen to Janine very well and are well trained dogs.
The rottweiler got up smiling. "Ziggy, I'm coming, I'm coming." She called to the doberman who yipped. She had to let them out every once in a while, though she was going to put a doggy door in, it still made her leary. She followed the two dogs down the stairs and out back to the patio. Janine was in jeans and a nice top or so the mirror showed as she hurried on by. Sheopened the door and away the two dogs went tofind a goodplace to dotheir business. A few moments later, they came back to her side and she opened her door to let them back in. Before going up to her work room, she made her self some lunch and gave the dogs some food.
Steve was now passing the last house that was was before Janine's. It was still a couple miles away. He then passed by her mail box. Though he looked around and saw no house. When he looked back to the rode he saw that a flock of quails were running about. He had enough time to brake until he saw another flock come in front of then braked hard and set one foot down to steer the motorcycle around. He did but too motorcylce handle he held broke in half and he twisted the tire so much that it bent the frame. After the manuever was done and the flocks of quail quickly across he assesed the damage. Steve shook his head. He stood the bike up as best he could. He looked around to see only to a find a bunch of trees. Though he had this feeling that someone was in there.
Steve didn't want to bother the person with his troubles so instead he pulled out his iPhone. After a few minutes of remembering how to turn the screen on, he punched in his code only to find that the device gave him a low battery warning and shut itself off. He had forgotten that the device needed to be charged. He sighed and decided to head to the house instead.
Janine's dogs lifted themselves from laying in their beds she had by her desk and rambled down the stairs. She stopped typing and headed after to them see what was going on. Her dogs started to bark and growl when a figure started to walk fromthe road to her house. She could hear his thoughts as he walked. He was trying to figure a way to call a person. His motorcycle had crashed and he needed help. She could feel her nose getting warm and the trickling of blood. Janine quickly swipped it away with a hankerchief she had in her pocket. She stood in the shadows of her home as the figure came to her door. Her dogs barked and growled from the other side. Janine commanded them to heel.
"You can come in," she called out to him. This man wasn't wanting to hurt her, she knew by his thoughts. She listened to him enter. The man stayed by the door.
"Pardon me, but is there a telephone available I could use?" Steve asked politely. "I don't want to trouble you, but my motorcycle broke down on the side of the road and my phone isn't working."
Janine thought about it for a moment,she didn't have a landline anymore. Only a cellphone."Do you have the number, I can call for you?" Janine spoke still hidden. She watched him slump his shoulders and look at his iPhone. It looked foreign in his eyes.
"I don't have it to memory, but its on this phone,"he sighed in defeat. "You wouldn't happen to have a charger for this thing? I think it's called an eye-phone, if I remember right."
Janine did have one. "I do, hold on." She ran back upstairs still reeling with the current sickness. It was too long since she had anyone be thisclose to her. Almost four years, there was an incident with a delivery man who went to her house instead of leaving packages in her mailbox. She came back down and knew she had to face this man by giving him the charger.
As she came into view, the man smiled at her. He was good looking with his broad shoulders,tall figure that seemed to be muscled under his brown bomber jacket and white t-shirt and cotton buttoned shirt. He had soft blue eyes and a warm smile. His hair was blonde that had an old fashion haircut. Janine could date it back around the Great War or World War l as the rest around her had called it.
"Hello, I'm Steve," he nodded to her."Thank you for helping me." He had the Manhattan accent too but she picked up the same era of his hairstyle with this accent.
"Winifred," she smiled back at him. Steve gazed at her. He found her attractive but then he remember Peggy for a bit and shook her out of his mind. "Your welcome." She could feel the sickness getting worse. "If you shall excuse me for a moment." She quickly handed him the charger and left to the bathroom.
"Sure,"he was confused and called back to her. He remembered how to plug in the charger and he did. The iPhonescreen came on andit started to charge. Steve sighed a relief. He looked back to the hallway and saw two dogs sitting there, almost as if they were waiting for their masterto tell them another command. He glanced around the living room waiting for his host's return. He thought about Winifred again, only to be reminded again of Peggy.
A distant memory came back to him. He remembered her she smelled, how her laughter rang in his ears, how their first and last kiss felt upon his lips. He was brought out of memory lane by a sudden clash and bang onto the two dogs left their posts and scratched at the bathroom yipped and barked for their owner. Steve ran over to the hallway and opened the bathroom door only to find Winifred on the ground flopping about. She was having a seizure.
Steve didn't know what to do at first but a plan seemed to be sent in motion. He followed it without hesitation. Steve picked up her wriggling body and set her on the couch. The dogs followed him. The whined and licked her trying to wake her up from her current convulsion. Steve looked to his phone and remembered that he could still use the phone if it was charging. He punched in his code in the phone and asked Siri to call Tony.
"Hey, I'm glad to see you can use the phone correctly," Tony teased.
"No time for that," Steve was direct. "Send over a doctor, immediately."
Tony hung up on him he didn't have to ask where he was at, he already knew by the GPS. Ten minutes passed and Tony came up in an SUV. Out of the passenger seat came Bruce with a doctors bag. Steve opened the door and Bruce saw the woman. He quickly got to work on her. Bruce stopped the seizure but he had to run a few scans to make sure she was alright. Steve picked her up and the two dogs trailed behind them.
Bruce had the back door of the SUV opened for them. Steve got Winifred in first and belted in. The dogs jumped in the SUV before they shut the door. Steve got around to the other side and sat down next to her. Bruce was already in. Steve peeled out of the driveway. He raced back to the Tower.
"How was growing up Valkyrior?" Loki asked Sigyn as they strolled through a row of books in a gigantic library.
"Beautiful and challenging," Sigyn grazed her fingers alongside the books. "Each moment tested our strengths and weaknesses. Though I still miss growing up with you."
Loki laughed and looked down. "It would have made you want to try a different course. I took up mischief and spells, while Thor took up strength and brute force, and Sif was the same. Wherever he would go, she would follow or at least make her take her own course of action. I became distant from the rest. Books and solidarity became once again a dear friend once you left. I felt alone and unloved when I was with the two of them. I seldom fought with them but I took more into simple jests. Oh how you would have loved it." He looked over to her with a sincere smile. Sigyn looked back at him, urging for him to go on. "Thor always wanted me to go on quests and I seized every chance I could to create mischief. I am jealous of Thor for he was always looked upon as the golden child. He was always first to recieve such things. Gifts, pleasure, thank yous, everything that I hoped to want, he got first. Even though not all were his to earn. I did my fair share of battles and saving those around me yet I recieve no gratitude."
Sigyn turned into him, making him abruptly stop. She put her finger to his lips to quiet his troubles. "One must be always humble. Midgard has taught me that. Those who have helped and given more than the rest are never thanked or given back such things. They learn the best and the greatest are not always recognized. As a Valkyrior, who we take to Valhalla remember us not. They thank us maybe but are more excited to reach the gates. We all know that our remembrance is slight compared to that of what great things they have done. We must remember that we do such great things and that only us will ever live that."
"Outcomes would have been different if you were always by my side," Loki took her hand in his and kissed it.
"As the lessons and you would not know who you are today without going through these adventures," Sigyn gave him a soft smile. "Come, there is a Midgardian book, I know you will enjoy." She pulled him through the library.