Another Crazy Morning
Another day begins on Earth. The sun rises on the horizon behind the skyscraper landscape, covering everything it touches in its light. Darkness scurries away into the alleys, casting its shadows onto anything that might be wandering in them. More and more cars start their daily routine of traveling in the city by turning onto the straight streets. People, who don't travel by car, begin their day by walking on the sidewalks they travel on every day to their destination. Today was Monday. A dreaded day for those who are lazy and procrastinate whenever they can. However, it was still a normal day for the city.
Sunlight also pierces through all the windows that did not have blinds or curtains to stop it. This causes people of all ages that were still in bed, to turn from the sight and bury themselves under their covers and hide their heads under their pillows. Some people, like Steve Rogers, were smart though and had pulled the curtains in front of the windows before the next day came.
In the room where Steve had pulled the curtains shut was Angela, sleeping on her left side, facing the closed off window. Blankets were laying on top of her from her shoulders to her feet. Being the gentleman that Steve was and having a girlfriend like Tony had, they decided to that it would be fine if the Jedi slept in the clothes she was already wearing. And so she was. With her eyes shut, she did not see the time on the digital clock beside her on the stand next to the bed.
Being the jokester that he was, Stark had decided to set the alarm to go off at a certain time by turning on its radio to a certain station, and he turned up the volume on the clock, but Tony did not know Angela's background or her very well. Being raised around moisture farms on Tatooine , Angela was used to getting up early when her neighbors did as well, whether her body was rested or not.
The clock read 7:59 A.M. as Angela slowly opened her eyes. Realizing that it was still dark in her room because of the curtain pulled together, she contemplated about getting the day started or not.
After thinking about prying herself from the silky blankets and cloud for a mattress, she said simply and bluntly to herself, "Nope."
Having said this, she pulls her right hand from out of the blankets, grabs onto the edge of the cloth and pulls it over her head. It will feel nice to sleep in for a change. She thought this and nothing else as she closed her eyes once more. This, however, was short lived.
Jumping from 7:59 A.M. to 8:00 A.M., the radio on the clock turns on. At first, there was a brief pause in the music, but all at once, there was a sudden scream that sounded like it was from a little girl.
"CALL 911 NOW!" After the scream, a sudden barrage of high and low pitch sounds emitting from the speakers of the clock. There were sounds of deep thumps, screeches, and taps as well.
The sudden scream had caused Angela to bolt upright in bed while looking around very quickly for the source of the sound. She locks onto the source that was coming from on top the stand on her left side.
Without thinking it through, she picks up one of the lightsabers that had been laying right beside the clock. As if it was a battle, she puts both feet on the floor and pushes herself off the bed. Igniting the blue blade, she sends it flying from the left side of the helpless clock, cutting it straight through the middle of the device. This causes all noise from the clock to stop as the top piece goes flying across the room, almost hitting the far wall.
Letting out a breath of relief, Angela switches off the lightsaber while looking at the clock piece on the other side of the room and picking up the other lightsaber off the nightstand. She places them near her belt so that the magnets draw them to her sides. The hilts stick with the magnets and rests easily at her sides once more.
Walking away from the unmade bed, she heads over to where the top of the clock had come to stop. Bending her knees and back, she reaches down and picks up the piece of the clock. She raises the contraption so that its right in front of her eyes. While flipping the piece in her hand several times, she asks to nobody in particular, "What in the name of Mynock was that?"
After a brief silence, a familiar animated voice fills the room and answers Angela's question. "That WAS a radio clock until you sliced it in half."
Angela looks up to the ceiling as if she heard the AI answer from above. "You're Jarvis, right?"
"That is correct, ma'am."
"Okay two things. One-Don't call me ma'am. You can call me Angela if you wish, but not ma'am. Two-What was that scream that came from the clock?" She says this while still holding the top piece of it in her hand.
The AI as usual, respond back in a quick and solid tone. "That would be a line from the song 'Year of the Equinox by Skrillex', Angela. They are one of the lead music artists for the genre know as Dubstep."
Angela shakes her head at the fact. "It almost gave me a heart attack."
Jarvis gives Angela a little advice. "You can blame Tony Stark for that. He is the one that set the alarm after he and Steve carried you to bed last night."
Angela nods to herself. "Okay, then. I guess I'll have to exchange a few with him..." Using the Force, she reaches out and lifts the bottom half of the clock off the nightstand and pulls it into her left hand.
Having both pieces in her hands, she once again uses the power of the Force to turn the doorknob to the right. Gripping the door with her mind power, she pulls the door inward so that she is able to leave the room.
Once she is outside the room, she heads right towards the elevator.
"Jarvis, where is Tony? Is he in the building?" Once she asks this, she is already getting into the open elevator.
"Tony is currently on this floor, in the kitchen area." The AI states with confidence.
"Well, I guess I don't need to be in the elevator then."
"You are partially correct, Angela." As soon as Angela hears these words, the elevator doors in front of her close and another pair of doors opens behind her. Turning around, she sees an open room just outside the elevator. She exits the elevator and heads towards the middle of the huge room.
Looking to her right, the Jedi sees more recliners and sofas like those she had seen earlier, but instead a tan color, they were a light blue like that of her lightsaber blades. The floor she was standing on had the same cream color carpeting the other side of the building had. On the right wall and in the direction the seats were sitting, she noticed a much larger version of the screen that she had watched Tony and Steve play video of Luke Skywalker when he was still on Tatooine.
Seeing that nothing else was to her right, Angela walks to the left of the room. Near the left wall were several tables, but they had items on them that looked nothing like eating utensils. She walks up to the table that came into her reach first.
The table was covered in a green fabric. Also, there were several holes, two on the longer sides and a hole in each corner. Laying on the top of the green-clothed table were two slender sticks, that looked like someone had polished and smoothed out. Smack in the middle of the table top were balls, hard yet smooth balls, some had two colors on them while some were one solid color. Each ball had a marking on it, but Angela could not read the symbol. Not in the triangle of balls was one, white colored one which had no marking on it.
I wonder what kind of game this is. The only thing I can guess is that you have to get certain colored balls in the holes, but that's all I can guess.
Seeing another table that had some items on it, Angela was going to make her way over to it, but suddenly stopped at a sound coming from a doorway on her left side.
Sensing Tony and Steve in the same room the sound came from, she decides to pry from the table games and go through the doorway on her left.
"I can't wait to show Tony what happens when you mess with Angela in the morning." While stating this, she looks down at the clock pieces in her hands, while just entering the kitchen from the doorway.
The sound of clanking metal and crackling oil bounced off the walls as the billionaire hastened to and fro in the kitchen. Steve, sitting on a stool near the metal island, rested his head in his open hands as he watched Tony try to make breakfast. He tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't. The smile spread on his face from cheek to cheek.
Noticing that the two men didn't know she was here, Angela quietly walks around Steve and touches him with the back of her left hand. Feeling someone touch him, Steve spins around on his stool and looks up into Angela's face.
He opens his mouth to say good morning, but Angela, smiling widely, puts a finger to her lips to tell him to be silent. He does so while Angela sits on a stool to his right side.
I wonder why she wanted me to stay quiet... Steve sees two clock pieces in Angela hands, which she had placed on the island. Are those pieces of a clock? Wonder why she brought a broken clock down here.
Tony, who had his back to Steve and now Angela, was rushing to make pancakes. "I need to hire a chef."
Mumbling some other words to himself, Tony picks up a good sized, stainless steel bowl and tilts one side towards the middle of the frying pan that was one the stove top. A very light tan batter pours slowly from the bowl and into the frying pan, which causes the already hot grease to crackle with violence. Some of this grease jumps out of the pan and lands painfully on Tony's right arm.
"Ouch!"
"Are you okay?", asks Steve.
Rubbing the place where the grease landed, Tony answers, "Yeah. I'm fine. Who would have thought that cooking could be so strenuous."
Tony suddenly remembers that he had put out some blueberries to put in the pancakes. "I almost forgot the blueberries." Looking to his left he sees them at the far end of the counter, past the sink and dishwasher. He walks to the blueberries without even noticing Angela sitting down next to Steve.
This was her chance. Using the Force, Angela lets go of the clock pieces in her hand. She moves her hands forward which also causes the two piece of the clock to move forward until they are directly over the frying pan full of batter. She lowers the two pieces into the batter softly, putting one right beside the other. Trying not to snicker, the Jedi puts right hand over her mouth.
Picking up the bowl of blueberries, Tony makes his way back to the stove. He, once again, doesn't notice Angela sitting next to Steve. His mind was too preoccupied with the pancake he was making.
How do women do this every morning? How? I, mean, this requires planning and skills. I will never question Pepper about how she plans my schedule or her organization skills with it ever again.
Finishing his thought, Tony finally makes it back to the stove and raises the small bowl with one hand over the pan. He is about to tilt the blueberries into the batter when mind freezes. In the batter were two items of something. What the.. Setting the bowl of blueberries on the counter to his right, Tony takes both of his hands and lifts both objects out of the pancake batter. Since the batter was still mostly liquid, some drips off the objects and back into the pan, while some batter stays with the objects.
Tony stares at the pieces blankly. ...huh?.. Then, he remembers what he had done last night and slowly pieces together what happened to the clock that was now in two pieces, sitting in his hands.
Being cautious, he slowly turns from the stove and towards where Steve was sitting. Sure enough, his thought was correct. There was Angela, sitting next to the soldier, with a look of calm, yet seriousness, on her face.
"If you ever wake me up again, for no good reason, be sure that you sleep with your eyes open or else you might have the heart attack that I almost did this morning." She finishes this statement off with a smile that said to Tony "You can guarantee it".
Steve couldn't help but smirk to himself. However, Tony noticed it and while still looking at the Jedi, he points to the Super Soldier. "See? He thought it was a good prank."
"Well," Steve added. Actually, I was smiling at what she said to you." He looks to Angela, then to Tony. "I think you should mind what she says."
Tony puts down the two clock pieces, turns back around, grabs the pan with the torn up pancake that had baked while they talked, and sets it in front of the Soldier and the Jedi. "Here, breakfast for you two." He turns on his heel, heading back out into the room Angela had come from. "It's a new breakfast meal called scrambled pancakes. Enjoy." He walks through the doorway while grabbing hold of the doorknob. "I'm sure you two have a lot in common." Steve tries to tell Tony to stay, but smiling a huge smile, he quickly, but smoothly, closes the door, leaving the two of them alone.
Steve knew that Tony had step him up.
Why is he doing this? He left me here on purpose. He smiles in his mind at a picture of Stark. Well played, Stark. Well played.
A sudden tap on his right shoulder jerks him from continuing his thoughts. Looking right into Steve's face was Angela. "Do you want some?"
With his mind blanking out, Steve can only say, "Huh?"
"Do you want some?" She nods that the scrambled pancake in the frying pan.
Steve, involuntary, starts to develop a tiny color of pink on his cheeks. "Oh no. Go ahead. Eat up." He quickly glances down at the jumbled pancake. "Oh, you'll need a fork." He quickly gets up from his seat.
"Let's see if I can find one."
Angela's hand grabs onto Steve's wrist. He looks at the Jedi. "It's fine. I have eaten with only my hands before, in fact, I'm really hungry so there's no time for forks." Letting go of Steve, she picks up a piece of pancake with her right hand, she put it near her mouth, then eats the piece.
Not wanting Angela to eat alone, Steve decides to sit back down beside her, so that she wouldn't feel uncomfortable being alone on this planet that was new to her.
After swallowing the piece of pancake, she comments on the new food. "Hm...not bad. In fact, it's better than some of the stuff I have ate." She reaches down and picks up another piece to eat.
"Yep." Steve replies. "The best food is American food." Both Angela and Steve look at each other and smile. Theirs smiles grow into grins, and then, their grins mature into a controlled laughter, even though what Steve said wasn't funny at all.
Tony words echo through Steve's mind. "Something tells me that you and Angela will get along...very well." Steve, still laughing with Angela, replies to Stark's words. "Maybe so, Stark. Maybe so.
So how's the story so far? Please leave a comment or pm me so that I know what you guys think! The next chapter will have the two siths from one of the previous chapters arriving on earth (about time). BTW..who's gonna see The Wolverine? I am! and definitely Thor: The Dark World.
On another note, some of you might want a backstory on my OC, Angela Darksaber. If so, I'll have a poll set up so you guys can vote on it. The link for the poll is on my profile and here poll/polls_tab_ ?pollid=369656 Next chapter might be a little later than usual. Just hang in there. ~TheJediAvenger~