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Chapter 3:
I stood in the doorway, frozen with shock. Before me happened to be the strangest scene I had ever walked in upon.
Upon the table lay a man, pinned to said table by a woman with flaming red hair. A few seconds of blank staring made me realize that the people before me were Black Widow and Hawkeye. I was stunned, still very fearful, but I giggled anyways. The scene was far too amusing for this anxiety-filled day.
Suddenly three different gazes rested upon me. Two dark brown, one bright, baby blue eyes. Ignoring the stares from Black Widow and Hawkeye, I stepped towards the oh-so familiar blonde man with the beautiful baby blues.
An involuntary gasp escaped me with realization.
I took another step forward. "You're the man from the diner last night. You kept me from falling face-first into the concrete."
The blonde seemed slightly confused, before recognition dawned on him.
"No lady should ever meet the concrete face-to-rock, especially the Manhattan concrete."
I mock-curtsied, but I was too busy running that voice through my mind to really pay attention. I stared at the blonde, attempting to figure out what was nagging my mind. The large, muscular build, the sweet way he spoke, as if he was from another time. Those starling baby blue eyes I couldn't seem to look away from…the short cropped hairstyle of someone from the military…the neat, plaid, button-up…Something was on the tip of my tongue, but I had absolutely no clue as to what it could be.
And it hit. Again. Seriously, what was up with my observation skills lately? They had obviously gone down the toilet recently. Why? I didn't know. The only thing I knew was that the man before me had saved my life, not just once, but twice.
The man before me was the ever-patriotic Captain America.
"Wait, if you're Captain America, and you two are Black Widow and Hawkeye, and Mr. Stark is Iron Man, then where is Dr. Banner and Thor?" I asked, puzzled.
"Thor is in Asgard, attending one of Loki's many trials. Dr. Banner is upstairs, in his lab." Black Widow explained, climbing off both the table and Hawkeye.
Hawkeye then jumped off the table, rubbing at his throat where Black Widow had held the knife. He took a step forward; I took one back. He laughed, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Don't worry; no weapons this time. I think kick to the chest is enough, don't you?" He asked.
I eyed him warily, untrusting.
"How about trading names, hmm? I'm Clint 'Hawkeye' Barton." The archer said, backing up a few steps.
I looked around, not truly wishing to speak. I honestly just wanted some food, to find my shoes, then leave. Simple, right? I answered anyways, if only to be polite.
"Wynona McFarland." I was proud of myself, that my voice did not break.
Clint grinned, but Black Widow cut him off before he could speak.
"Natasha Romanoff."
I then turned my attention to the Captain. He smiled in return.
"Steve Rogers, ma'am."
I grinned, but before I could speak, Mr. Stark came running into the kitchen, Dr. Banner walking slowly behind him. The doctor's eyes widened slightly when they landed upon me, but he did not speak. I sent him a small wave.
Mr. Stark's eyes were wide as well. "Did we miss it? Did she kick your butt again? Or, should I say, on, your butt?" He demanded.
"You're crazy," I muttered, staring at the overly energetic engineer.
"Crazy doesn't begin to cover it..." Steve trailed off, blatantly staring at Mr. Stark. The genius must have taken offense to that remark, because he huffed and stormed away.
To the other side of Dr. Banner.
'"No, she didn't. We simply introduced ourselves." Clint answered.
"Well, in that case, I am Bruce Banner. Just call me Bruce though." Dr. Banner spoke up. I nodded.
"Of course, you already know who I am. Everyone knows who I am." Tony stated, ever the egotistical man I knew from T.V.
"An egotistical maniac?" Clint countered.
I couldn't help it. I giggled.
Mr. Stark rounded on me. "What are you laughing at?" He demanded, looking more like a child than the adult he was.
I shrugged. "I was thinking the same thing." I answered. "And before you ask, I am Wynona McFarland." I told the genius, before he could pester me about it. And of course, it was at that moment my stomach decided to sound like a dying whale. I could feel the heat rise to my face as I blushed, and grinned sheepishly in response.
"How long has it been since you've eaten?" Mr. Rogers asked, suddenly serious.
"Well, I didn't eat yesterday, or the day before, and I don't really remember past that, so at least three days." I spoke my thoughts, not meaning to, aloud.
Everyone stared at me incredulously, but it was Miss. Romanoff who spoke first.
"You haven't eaten in three days, minimum at least?" She asked, seemingly calm but obviously hiding her anger under a mask.
I nodded, slightly confused at their reactions. Didn't they realize I lived on the streets? I would have thought it obvious…I didn't think anyone would willingly live like in this state…
"No, we weren't aware. How long have you been living on the streets?" Mr. stark asked sharply, and it was then I realized I had spoken aloud.
"About seven years," I replied.
` That sent everyone into a tizzy. I looked around, frozen in shock, as everyone began to speak at once, excluding Miss Romanoff. Bruce's gaze then rested on mine once again.
"how about we get you fed first, then worry about everything else?" he suggested. I smiled gratefully as his soft-spoken words reached the others, and they quieted.
"I'll make something for breakfast. Anything you want in particular?" Mr. Rogers volunteered.
My eyes widened. I didn't want to be a burden, and I certainly didn't want somebody cooking for me when I could easily do it myself.
"I can make something myself. Really, there's no need for you to." I protested. I really didn't want to be any trouble, and as soon as I found my shoes, I would be gone. I had no intention of staying, mainly because I'd feel more normal on the streets. I hadn't lived with another being in seven years, and I didn't need to suddenly be thrusted into a building, no matter how tall, with five others.
"Then you can help me cook. But I'm going to make sure you eat." Mr. Rogers all but commanded me.
I huffed and crossed my arms in defeat, knowing there was no way around it. I glared at the Captain. He merely smiled in return.
"Now, are you going to tell what you want to eat, or I am going to have to figure out myself?" Mr. Rogers asked, whilst tying on a large white apron.
I was tempted to tell him to figure it out himself, but my mouth was quicker than my brain. "Chocolate chip pancakes," I blurted, without thinking.
Mr. Rogers grinned. "Would you like to help?"
I shook my head. "Nah. Whenever I'd try to help my mom, it wouldn't turn out to well. Though usually it was only when making pancakes…" I trailed off, stuck in memory lane.
"Very well. Anyone else want some?" Mr. Rogers offered, everyone else voicing agreement.
Ignoring the others, I took a moment to laugh at the sight of the buff Captain in a white apron, before turning to Mr. Stark.
"Mr. Stark, where are my shoes?"
I wasn't expecting the genuine look of confusion his face.
"Your…shoes?" he asked. I nodded.
"I couldn't find my shoes this morning. They're ratty old Chuck Taylor Converse™, but they're all I have." I explained.
Mr. Stark still seemed confused, but Mr. Barton's eyes grew wide with recognition, before he raced out of the kitchen.
"What on earth is wrong with him?" Miss Romanoff asked.
Mr. Stark shrugged, before returning his attention to me. " , please." It wasn't a question; but a demand.
I sighed. I knew this was coming, but I had wished to prolong it just a tad bit long.
"How about we wait for Clint to return? I am sure she does not wish to tell the story twice." Bruce suggested, obviously sensing my distress. A smile rose to my lips. I was quickly beginning to like the kind doctor.
I was pulled from my thoughts as the scent of delicious pancakes filled my senses. My stomach let out another dying sound. I blushed, looking down instead of making eye contact with anyone else.
I only looked up when Mr. Roger set down a plate with two large chocolate chip pancakes on it in front of me. He also placed a bottle of heated maple syrup beside it. I looked up, to thank the Captain, but he instead waved off my gratitude.
"No thanks necessary ma'am. Simply eat. That will be enough for me."
I smiled softly, then began to drench my pancakes in syrup, practically drowning before I could take a bite of the enticing breakfast, Mr. Stark jumped up, and raced through out, through a door other than the one Mr. Barton had taken. I paused, slightly surprised.
"What is wrong with Clint and Tony today?" Dr. Banner asked, exasperated.
"What isn't wrong with Clint and Tony?" Mr. Rogers shot back.
"I heard that, Cap!" Mr. Stark yelled at the blonde solider, voice loud even though he was in the other room. I giggled, recalling the conversation I held with Tony and JARVIS earlier.
"What are you giggling about?" Mr. Stark snapped with no real heat as he re-entered the kitchen.
"Just our earlier conversation, Mr. Stark."
"Ah yes. And call me Tony. I feel like my father is hovering behind me when people call me that."Mr. S-Tony-, replied.
I nodded in response.
"Anyways, here." Tony set something down next to me. " I knew I had some somewhere."
I picked up the jar Mr. –Tony gave me, inspecting it.
"Peanut butter?" I asked, puzzled.
"Of course! Peanut butter and pancakes combined taste amazing!" Tony exclaimed.
I noticed Bruce snort in amusement and Mr. Rogers roll his eyes.
"Of course, it's kind of hard to spread the peanut butter with syrup already there…" Tony continued, unaware of the fact I was ignoring him in favor of the pancakes.
I took a bite, and squealed in pleasure. These were the best I've ever had!
"These are amazing, Mr. Rogers!" I exclaimed, after finishing my mouthful of course.
The solider grinned in response.
I went to take another bite, but was interrupted by Mr. Barton's reappearance.
The sniper was practically vibrating with excitement. In his hands were my Converse!
I jumped up, and grabbed my shoes. Without so much as a thank-you, I knelt down to slip them on. I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder. I looked up, into Tony's hazel eyes.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"No shoes on inside," He smirked.
I huffed, but relented. No need to protest. I slid back into my seat as Mr. Rogers began to hand out more pancakes.
-(Just a little time breaker…)-
Well into my third plate, (Tony's peanut butter idea actually turned out good) the air began to crackle with electricity. I paused, fork in mid-air.
"It's going to rain." I noted.
"No it's not. No rain today." Tony argued.
My brows furrowed. "Look, weather-men can be wrong, you know."
Mr. Rogers placed his hand on my shoulder, probably to calm me. "No, Tony's right. But think, what else can you think of that involves electricity? Or lightning?" He asked.
"Uh, light bulbs? Computers? Thunder and lightining? But if it's not going to-oh! Thor's arriving!" I exclaimed.
Mr. Rogers smiled. "Yes. You'll get to meet the missing Avenger."
I grinned, and Tony smirked. I stuck my tongue out at the engineer. His smirk only grew.
"Sir, Mr. Odinson has arrived," JARVIS began, "but there is a little problem."
"What?" Tony snapped.
"He brought Loki with."
Well that sent the team into a frenzy.
"What?! Why?!" Tony demanded.
"I do not know sir. Perhaps you should speak to Mr. Odinson about that." JARVIS replied. "They await you on the landing pad."
The Avengers jumped up and raced out, leaving me alone in confusion. I stood, deciding to take my leave, while they were busy. I slipped on my shoes and out the kitchen, towards the elevator.
But my plans were hindered by the 'OUT OF ORDER' sign. At first I didn't realize it, but with a second glance towards the bottom of the page was a little red and black DP. My eyes widened . I knew that signature, even if I hadn't seen it in years. I raced towards the stairs where I found another note.
This one said,
~Getting warmer, little raven~
DP
I raced down the stairs, to the next floor. It was there I found yet another note.
~Turn around, little raven~
DP
As soon as I finished the note, a deep voice sounded from behind me.
"Miss me, doll?"
I turned, to see a face(well, mask), I hadn't seen in forever.
-END!
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