Chapter 5: Where Olivia Calls Herself Stupid

"Up, Miss Olivia, time for school."

I never thought I'd ever be happy to hear Edward say that. My eyes flew open to the glorious sight of my capacious bedroom bathed in sunlight. Edward, dressed in his usual black suit and shiny ebony shoes, was standing in front of the window, pulling back the curtains. I nearly rocketed out of bed, I was so excited. "Yeah I know!" I said happily as I raced for the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me and turned on the lights, my head suddenly throbbing from waking up so quickly. Oops. The bathroom was lit up bright pink, because my bulbs in there were pink. What? I liked funky colors in the bathroom, and this month it just happened to be pink. Last month it was neon yellow; but that hurt my eyes so it got changed early.

I brushed my teeth, washed my face and pulled my long dark hair back into a braid starting at the base of my neck. Then I swung the door of the bathroom open, letting it slam against the wall with a dramatic bang. Edward had long since left my room, and one glance at the clock told me that I had gotten ready in record time. I was doing good so far.

I changed into my uniform, but this time wearing a lime green vest with thin lime green fishnets instead of socks, with a sparkly orange beanie on my head and orange jewelry. Once I checked myself in front of the mirror, making sure I looked exactly the way I wanted to, I decided to go down for breakfast and finally get out of this house and out to the field.

I rushed downstairs to the dining room again, where pancakes, eggs and sausage were waiting for me. It was my favorite breakfast, and it had been ever since I was little. I gobbled down my food, deciding to wait until we were in the limo to so much as mention Edward dropping me off at the bus stop.

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"Hey Edward," I said once we were pulling off in the limo. "Think you could drop me off at the bus stop?" He didn't bother taking his eyes off of the road, and I didn't bother taking my eyes off of my phone. What? Not only was I Tumblr obsessed, I was also Instagram obsessed. "Whatever for?" Edward asked, sounding like he really couldn't care less. Shit. I hadn't thought about this. I needed a lie and I needed one quickly.

"Me and my friend. . .Erica are science partners and she takes the bus so we were going to do our assignment on the bus because we both forgot. . .?" I tried to sound nonchalant, like I wasn't lying. I hardly ever lied. I really was not a good liar. I mentally kicked myself for using Erica—of all the people in the world, why her? I could have made up a name; hell, I could have said Natasha for all Edward knew!

Edward sighed. "Alright," he agreed. "And I believe this is another one of the things I won't be telling your parents about?" I couldn't help but laugh; not because it was funny—because it wasn't—but because I was ecstatic that he was actually going to do it. "Right." I agreed.

We pulled up at the bus stop, where the limo came to a halt. I gathered my shoulder bag and my phone, flashing Edward a grateful smile. "Thanks again, Jarvis!" I called teasingly as I left the limo, closing the door behind me. Edward rolled down the window, giving me an annoyed face. "I hope you didn't leave another notebook on your bed," he said flatly. "I get quite bored sometimes."

I rolled my eyes, but it was when he was driving off that I realized that I hadn't locked up one of the notebooks where they belonged. "NO!" I called desperately. "Wait, seriously, Edward, don't read it!" Too late. The limo was already disappearing off into the distance. I stomped my feet in anger, but I couldn't stay agitated for too long.

After all, I had a field to search.

It was much nicer out today than it was before. The sun was shining and the wind was nothing but a breeze. I didn't hear any birds singing, which was a good sign, because if I did, I would have sworn I was in some kind of Disney movie. Which I was not.

I walked across the deserted street to the scary looking field. Last night the funnel had touched the ground not too far off. I grumbled about how I should have worn boots because I knew I'd be walking in this grass. And the rain had turned the usually asphalt hard dirt into mud. "Idiot," I called myself as I stomped, blades of dry grass tickling my calves. All around me was grass; to my left, to my right, in back of me and stretching out endlessly in front of me I felt like I was stuck in a sea of dry, white grass.

I could only hope that I wouldn't find any snakes and spiders.

Not too far off, I spotted a shed. At least, I thought it was a shed at first. I made my way towards it, and the closer I got, the more I realized that I had been wrong. It seemed to be the doors to some kind of underground safehouse, like the kinds that people have connected to their houses to hide in, in case of a tornado or something.

What were one of those things doing out here?

It was entirely too suspicious, and I just had to investigate. After all, what if the weird thing I was searching for, the weird thing I was hoping to find proof in, was right there? I quickened my pace the closer I got to it, my heart going crazy and spots appearing in my eyes from excitement and fear.

I realized that if something happened to me, no one would ever know. If I was kidnapped, it could be years until I was found. No one would know where I had been—no one knew I was in this field. I swallowed hard, realizing that this probably wasn't a good idea.

Oh well, I sighed. Too late to turn back now.

The outside of the doors were rusted and old; mold grew on the side of the doors closest to me. It looked like it hadn't been used in years. Yet, despite all that, there was a discarded, broken, rusted silver chain on the ground in front of the doors. It was almost hidden between the wild blades of grass, but I managed to make it out when I stood right above it.

These doors had been chained. And someone—or something—had broken them. Just recently, by the look of it. I took a deep breath, looking at the doors that were slightly ajar. Someone—or something—had been in there. . .or still was. I took a deep breath. The smart thing to do would be to march right back through this field, back to the bus stop, and wait for the bus and go to school. The smart thing to do would be to call the police and have them figure it out. The smart thing to do would be to just leave this whole thing alone and not get myself into a load of trouble.

Guess what?

You've got the right story, I'm not smart.

I stepped in front of the double rusted doors that guarded the safehouse. I gripped one of the handles with both hands and, pulling with all my might, swung it open. The hinges squealed and groaned loudly in protest, loud enough for the whole field to hear, as dust floated up from the darkness below the doors. I could make out a steep staircase that consisted of about six wooden stairs, cement walls that were covered in spider webs—shit—but other than that, nothing but darkness.

"H-H-Hello?" I called. "Anyone down there? Hello?" My voice received no answer. I took a deep breath and, summoning all my courage, decided to plunge down there to see what I could find. I pushed all thoughts of spiders out of my mind and thought to myself; What would an Avenger do? It was the only way to summon up enough courage to do this.

The first stair creaked under the weight of my foot. I swung my other foot past it and stepped onto the second stair. "I-I-If anyone's down there, I-I'm coming down. . ." I warned as I moved onto the third stair, trying hard just to watch the darkness and not the walls covered in spider webs. I could see an archway in front of the staircase, leading into a room that was covered in a blanket of darkness; I could make out nothing.

Then I heard rustling inside the room. I froze on the fourth stair, my breath caught in my throat. RUN! Screamed my brain. RUN, BITCH, RUN! But I couldn't move. My legs had turned to led, along with everything else in my body. All I could do was stare into the darkness, where I heard something mysterious moving. "I-I'm sorry, I just. . ." A voice. A voice was speaking. . .to me. The voice of a teenaged boy, it sounded like. "There was a storm last night, and. . .uhh. . .I was lost so I. . .I came down here. Does. . .does this place belong to you?"

"Ahh. . ." How would I answer that question? Would a lie be better or the truth? I was confused but I had to say something. "N-No, actually, I just—"A light flickered on, and the room was suddenly illuminated. My mind registered several things at once.

One; the room looked as badly as the rusted doors outside did. It was about the size of my bathroom back home with a table protruding from the wall on the left and shelves above it, an old, molded bookcase on the right side of the room and dust, dirt and spider webs all over the place.

Two; it was, in fact, a teenage boy I was talking to. And he was, oddly enough, wearing a Captain America costume. He looked a lot like Cap too, but just a younger version I guess. Remarkably close, in fact. Too close. He had the same light blonde hair, the same perfect porcelain skin, the same brilliant, clear blue eyes—a perfect American pie. He was, however, a good six inches or so taller than me with muscles that looked like he could bench press a bus.

Three; there was a shield lying on the table, a shield that looked a lot like Captain America's shield. Remarkably close, in fact. Too close. The same white and red pattern with the white star, seemingly made out of some type of special metal. The more I stared at the shield the more I realized. . .that wasn't some shield that someone had fashioned because they were good at arts and crafts and were heading to Comic Con. No. That was the real thing. That was the real damn shield of Captain frigging America.

My jaw dropped. My eyes grew wide. I slowly looked from the shield to the tall boy standing in front of me. He gave me a quizzical look. "Uhh. . .miss?" he began cautiously. "Are you. . .are you alright? You look a little—" My eyes flashed back and forth. The shield. This boy. No way. No way, no way, no way, no way. "Y-Y-Y-Y-Y—" I couldn't stop stuttering.

My head suddenly felt light, my heart beating too fast. I could only gawk and point at him as he stared at me in worry and confusion. "You're. . .you're. . .you're. . .Captain Ameri—" I never got a chance to finish my sentence because every bone in my body decided to go on lunch break. I toppled to the floor, my vision going blurry, as Steve gasped and made a lung for me. "Miss!" he exclaimed, his voice fading out along with my vision. "A-Are you—"

Everything went black.