Chapter 5: Tony Won't Shut Up

Sorry for the wait guys. I've been struggling at life pretty hard. Work has taken over my life so it's hard for me to just sit down and write. Plus my laptop of several years (and several falls thanks to yours truly) has pretty much kicked the bucket. I'm getting a new one with a better setup, but until then I'm doing a lot of my writing on mobile which is just annoying. Anyways, sorry for the incredibly late update, I'll try to be better! Enjoy!

It was three days after what they had dubbed The thousandth robot invasion via mad scientist. Steve had recovered fully from his concussion and numerous other injuries, unsurprising thanks to the super soldier serum flowing through his veins, and was now cleared to go back to his daily activities but cautioned to "take it easy." As if that would ever happen.

Steve had spent half the day going through several boxes of his belongings the Smithsonian had sent over that they weren't using. It still weirded him out that they had an entire display dedicated to him.

Much digging and a very messy room later, He found what he had set out in search for. In his hands was one of the few sketchbooks he had taken with him as he toured America and, eventually, the Front. Steve flipped hurriedly through the first few pages until he came across a certain drawing of his. It was a pencil sketch of a young, African-American girl with hair slightly lighter than her skin (with no color you couldn't tell it was actually a rich caramel color.) It only confirmed what he already knew: the Hazel he had met in the destroyed bakery and the girl he had met in New Orleans around 70 years ago, were one and the same. There was no way he could just leave this alone. He had to find out how she was here, how she had survived. But mostly, he needed to make sure she was ok.

There was a chance Hydra, or something like that, was involved. Steve considered if it was possible for Hydra to try to use her against him since she was from his past. He quickly dislodged that thought. He had had only a brief encounter with Hazel. There were hundreds others that he had had more interactions with. But if Hydra wasn't part of the picture, then how could she be here in the present day? Steve decided to stop questioning it. He looked at the facts. She was here and he needed to find her. As much as he disliked to admit it, he wouldn't be able to do it without Tony Stark.

"So do I want to know why you are stalking a thirteen year old girl? She seems a bit young for you, doesn't she Cap?" Tony was typing away on his holographic keyboard as he had F.R.I.D.A.Y. scan the sketchpad Steve had brought him. It was old. From his WWII days judging by the way the pages were curled and yellowed. Not to mention it somehow still smelled faintly of gunpowder. It was open to a page with an, admittedly good, rendition of a young girl. What really captured the viewer's attention were the eyes. Though they were smiling, it looked as if they had dealt with great pain. He would never verbally admit it, but Tony couldn't help but think that Steve had talent. However, It would have to be incredibly accurate if they could get any facial recognition software to find her.

Steve let the comment roll pass him. He had learned it was best to just ignore any of Tony's comments. He went straight to the point. "Will you be able to use your tech to find her? It's very important."

"I hate to break it to ya Cap, but she most definitely doesn't look like this anymore. She's probably old and wrinkled by now." Tony moved away from the his latest project to throw a smirk and a wink at Steve. "I guess that would make her closer to your age than i thought."

Steve looked at the still open sketchbook, Hazel's young eyes held his gaze. He spoke quietly. "I saw her again the other day."

Tony cocked an eyebrow. "Then why do you need my help? Did you forget to ask her for her number?" He suddenly got mock excited, practically jumping up and down, before continuing, "Is this like a Cinderella thing? Did she leave behind a shoe? Or maybe a walker since she's probably in her eighties by now. Was it a walker… or maybe…"

"Tony," Steve spoke sternly.

"What?"

"Shut up."

Tony put his hands up in surrender. "Fair enough. So why do you need me to find her?"

Steve let out a sigh and asked himself why he willingly put himself through this. "Because, when I saw her, she wasn't old, she was barely even a teenager. Not to mention she saved my life from one of the robots that were attacking the city."

Seeing Stark's incredulous gaze he elaborated. "I was cornered and injured when Hazel, the girl, gutted a robot trying to kill me with a sword. She even admitted her name was Hazel and that she remembered me, so she couldn't just be a descendant of the Hazel I met."

"Yeah, but weren't you like concussed or something? Why would a teenager be swinging around a sword in this day and age?" Tony pulled a bag of jellybeans from one of his desk drawers and started munching. He held it out to Steve. "Jellybean?"

"Stark, this is serious," he said, massaging his temples. "Can you please just run a search on Hazel Levesque? If nothing comes up, then I'll consider it was all just in my head, alright?"

Tony gave a mock salute. "Aye, aye Captain!"

Steve rolled his eyes and marched out of Tony's workshop. He swore Tony was becoming more annoying by the day. As the doors began closing behind him, he heard Tony muttering under his breath, "Why a sword?"

Thank you for all of your comments and follows. I appreciate each and everyone of you. Sorry if this was a boring chapter. The next one will be ready much much much sooner! It's already in the works! I probably will only have a few more chapters left (it's not going to be a super long fic) but I might do a sequel or something in the future with different demigods meeting different avengers/marvel characters. I've always wanted to see what kind of chaos would ensue if you put Leo and Tony in the same room. THE HORROR! But that will probably be after I finish my other neglected fics. My poor babies.

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