Hello, everyone! I wanted to apologize for making this story so late. I will try and update quicker with the next chapter! Enjoy!

Chapter 3:

Why do I keep running into the wrong people? I thought to myself. First Hawkeye and now Thor! Gee, I wonder who is next! Can things get any worse?! Suddenly, I heard a whooshing sound. Looking up, I saw an armored suit fly across the sky above me.

"Are you kidding me?!" I screamed. He heard me and turned around to land in front of me. He opened his face plate.

Iron Man…

… The jerk.

"You know, you look familiar," he said. I walked up to him and slapped him across the face. He staggered back and glared at me, confused.

"What in the world was that for?" he asked me. He fell over as I walked past and pushed him aside.

"Um, hello?" he said, still trying to grasp my attention. Although, clearly I wasn't interested in what he had to say. Suddenly, he flew over in front of me, which forced me stop.

I smirk at him, "What? Can I help you with something?"

"A, yeah. Who are you and what are doing here? Just for starters." he replied.

"Well, I was practicing my shooting when Hawkman, interrupted, and Blondie over here," I gestured to Thor, "fell out of the sky!"

"Oh, Hawkeye's here?" he asked.

"Yeah, and yet here you are, flying." I said and shot him a 'really' look.

"How does that relate to anything?" Iron Man said in that annoying way he does. I just rolled my eyes and kept walking. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Hawkeye burst into the clearing.

"Man, you really like to roll your eyes and walk away, don't you?" he smirked sarcastically. I started to feel really mad, but I held it in.

"Leave me alone," I said quietly, in a voice I hoped sounded dangerous.

"So what, you're going to walk away and push people when you pass them?" Iron Man grinned. I turned suddenly towards him and raised my hand. He jumped backwards to avoid the slap that wouldn't actually come. I grinned and disappeared through the trees.

I headed back to my hideout. It's not much, but it works for me. I threw my bow and my arrows into a corner and I looked around the one-room house. Something's different… The bed in a corner, the small dresser in another, my bow and arrows in yet another, the closet in between the bow and arrows and the table in the last corner…

"Show yourself! Now!" I yelled at the closet. A figure opened the door and emerged into the light. He had red, white, and blue spandex on as a jumpsuit. He was holding a round shield, with stripes and a star in the center.

Captain America! Really?

"Why, why, WHY?" I shrieked, banging my head against the wall. He made a move to stop me from hurting myself, but I grabbed his wrist before he touched me. I started to twist his arm, and his face exploded with surprise and pain.

"Stop, Marilyn!" he said, grabbing my shoulder with his free hand. I stopped in surprise.

He… Remembers?

I let go of his arm and backed away until my back was against the wall.

"What are you doing out here?" he asked.

"Well, what are you?" I tried to make it sound arrogant, but I failed. It sounded like I was going to cry, and I probably was. Cap took a step towards me and I fought back tears. I pushed past him and ran outside, only making it a few feet away before I slumped to the ground and started to sob uncontrollably. Memories of my parents flooded back, and it made me feel even more hateful towards the Avengers. I guess Cap is okay, he's the only one who tried to go back into the burning house and save my parents. Until the house blew up.

I felt him patting my back awkwardly. I stood up and faced him.

"You're the only one I don't really hate." Boy, that sounded stupid. He gives me a half grin.

"Thanks?"

I hope you enjoyed that chapter! Again, KaityKat24 helped me write this great chapter, so I hope you all will review it with good reviews! Thanks so much, -PC