When I got back to the Avengers Tower, everyone was just outside the elevator on my floor, eagerly waiting for me.
"How did it go?" asked Clint Barton. I shrugged my shoulders and started walking to my bedroom. Everyone followed me. I sat on my bed and noticed that everyone was giving me a look.
"What?"
"What happened? Did you pass?" asked Natasha.
"Is this an interrogation?". Natasha gave me a glare and I sighed.
"Well, jolly old St. Nicholas said that I have a lot of potential, and that with the right training I could become a very good SHIELD agent, maybe even an Avenger. He said that Ms. Romanov will be teaching me skill, Mr. Barton will be giving me stamina and strength training and Mr. Rogers will be teaching me war history". Tony patted me on the back.
"Score! You get history lessons from our nation's greatest hero! Not many girls get to spend so much time with the almighty Capsicle!" I rolled my eyes. Steve blushed.
"I'm Canadian" I muttered. Everyone looked at me in shock.
"What!" exclaimed Tony. "I have so many questions to ask you!" I held up a hand, interrupting him.
"To answer all your questions, we do not ride on polar bears, we do not live in igloos, we do not walk around chugging bottles of maple syrup and it does not snow 24/7". Tony sighed, looking dejected.
"There goes all my dreams. My life was all a lie" he said dramatically. I rolled my eyes again.
"Americans" I muttered, entering the elevator. Everyone followed me.
"Well", continued Tony. "Either way, welcome to the Avengers!".
"Thanks" I said, pressing the button for the ground floor.
"Thanks she says" says Tony to the others. "Most people would be jumping with joy, 'My fangirl dreams have come true!'" I rolled my eyes.
"Guess I'm not like most people"
"Well that's all gonna change! We're gonna party all day! JARVIS can get some music rolling and I'll pick up a few bottles of-" Steve cut him off.
"Tony, Mavis is 8-"
"12" I supplied.
"Mavis is 12 years old, we are not going to allow her to drink!" Tony rolled his eyes.
"Water! I was going to say bottles of water" he said defensively.
"Sure Tony" We all exited the elevator.
"Well, you young lady are going to celebrate, you have just joined America's most awesome club of superheros!"
"America's only club of superheros" added Bruce Banner.
"You, are going to learn how to chill and relax!" continued Tony, as if he didn't hear Banner.
"Yes sir." I said. "Actually, I was hoping I could start my training if you guys don't object" I looked at Steve, Natasha and Clint.
"What?!" Tony looked at me like I had sprouted two more heads. "Cap, what have you done to her?! She has dedication and is hard working!"
"I don't mind starting the history lessons, I'll meet you in an hour in the conference room" Steve said, beaming at me. He walked away.
"You have a conference room?" I asked Tony, surprised.
"Pepper made me add to the designs" he muttered.
"Ah, that makes sense".
"So what year did the Japanese bomb Pearl Harbor?" Steve quizzed me.
"1941, sir" Steve looked at me, with a small amount of confusion on his face. "Wrong year?" I asked, flipping through a book he had given me.
"No, no, it's the right year" he said trailing off.
"But.." I supplied.
"It's nothing" he said, shaking his head. "It's just that, these days, not many people refer to others as sir and ma'am. That was something they did in the 40's" He smiled at me. I smiled back at him.
"I'm not like a lot of people, even though I was born and a relatively modern society, I still picked up habits that are now considered old fashioned" I said sadly.
"Is that just something your parents did?" he asked. I hesitated.
"No, just a", I thought for a moment. "Just a friend". Steve gave me a sad look.
"If you wanted to, you could bring her to the tower" he offered, trying to be kind.
"No" I said softly. Don't cry, don't cry. Don't cry in front of our nation's hero. "She's gone". Steve gave me a sad look.
"I'm so sorry for your loss" he said genuinely. I shrugged my shoulders, not wanting to talk about it. He hesitated before speaking.
"Were you always from Canada?" he asked me, tentatively.
"No I was born on Long Island, I later moved to Canada" I looked at him shocked. "How did you know?"
"It's just that, when you're writing, you use the American spellings". I looked down at my page of notes and saw that he was right.
"Brilliant observation, Mr. Rogers"
"Please, just call me Steve" He hesitated before speaking again. "Your friend, what was her name?"
I hesitated. Should I tell him who she was? He deserves to know.
"Peggy. Peggy Carter"