CAPTAIN AMERICA: ELLIOT DAWES ADVENTURES Becca Jenkins

(All That Matters) 29/09/14

CHAPTER 3

*Please note that Elliot Dawes is an OC of mine and that this happens after Avengers Assembled and before Captain America 2, carrying on into that timeline*

I zigzagged through the city, wanting to avoid running into anyone unwanted. Unfortunately the shield slung on my back drew attention. I gritted my teeth as children pointed and raced after my motorcycle until I swerved sharply around a corner. I wasn't use to driving a motorcycle and almost crashed several times. Up a side street I passes a comic book shop. A comic caught my eye in the window. It was the first ever Captain America- the one that had been destroyed by those Hydra members. I drew the motorcycle to a halt and parked it outside. Glancing around I determined I wasn't being followed right now. I took the helmet off and slipped in. a young bloke with pimples and a scruffy beard sat behind the counter, flicking lazily through a comic. He glanced up when he heard the door open. He sat up straight when he saw me, a sleazy grin spreading across his face. His eyes fell onto my chest. I was wearing a t-shirt stained by different coloured chemicals. I was also wearing a pair of construction workers trousers. I found the lasted the longest with my experts. I was wearing a pair of old, worn Doc Martins. His eyes ate me up hungrily.

"How can I help you pretty-," he began to ask in what he hoped with a sexy voice.

It made him seem even creepier.

"The first copy of Captain America, how much?" I asked quickly, interrupting him.

I didn't have time for chit chat. He lent back, placing his hands on the corner of the counter, and whistled. He got up and wobbled towards the window. As he did, he pulled on a pair of latex gloves. He carefully removed it from the display and walked over to the counter. I tapped my foot impatiently. He had the kind of fat you get from eating too much and not moving enough. He showed me the copy of it. It was a little boxed around the edges.

"Pretty pricy for someone in construction-,"

I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him over the counter. He was too heavy for me to yank all the way. He began coughing and spluttering, to shocked to speak.

"Listen pal, I've got a motherfucking Captain America shield on my back," I snarled into his greasy face. "I constructed this myself from metal and hand painted it, I also made myself this harness so don't fuck with me when it comes to paying the price."

All he could do was gulp and nod. Since when did I become a bully to nerds? I'm one of them, aren't I? I released his shirt and he slid down the stool.

"How much?" I asked again, my voice still dark.

"Tw-Two hu-hundred th-thousand," he spluttered.

I reluctantly reached into my satchel and pulled out two rolls of hundred pound notes rolled up. I kept three grand in my bag encase I do end up being on the run. Cards are easily traced. I'll need to go to the bank and clear out my safe anyway, but now I'll have to lift all my cash at once. I tossed the two grand on the table and snatched the comic, placing it carefully in my bag.

"Pleasure doing business with too," I said pleasantly.

I turned and left, slipping on the bike helmet. I clambered onto the motorcycle and roared away. I headed towards the big ass ugly building. It was currently under construction after it got near destroyed by Loki and his Chitauri army. And the hulk. Now he's another fascinating creature I want to get my hands on. I would love to tear apart his DNA and find out everything I can. Unfortunately, I won't be able to do stuff like this again. So I'll become a Disney princess instead. The building drawer nearer. People went round, going in and out the front door, workers sorting out the foundation. The A from Stark still stood, symbolising the Avengers and a place I hoped I would find Steve Rogers.

I went down the back and down the ramp into the basement car park. An intercom popped up and a man in sunglasses appeared on a small screen. I gulped.

"State your name and purpose," he said in a strict voice.

"Maria Hill," I lied. "I have persona business with Mr Stark and Doctor Banner,"

He checked something before waving me through. I let out a sigh of relief, surprised it had worked. I parked the motorcycle right next to the elevator. I pressed the call button and it automatically opened. I stepped inside and the doors clanged shut.

"Visitors must report to the reception to receive a pass card," Jarvis' voice told me.

I prised open the control panel and began rewiring him. He protested but eventually stopped once I overridden his programming. I got him to take me straight to Mr Stark. Steve trusts him, therefore I should. And plus I admin Mr Stark and his Iron Man suits. I would love to trade notes with him someday. I guess that's another thing that will never happen. The elevator shot right up. It stopped once and a man in a crisp suit stepped in. I eyed him suspiciously. He didn't speak until the elevator clanged shut. He turned at once and pulled his gun at me.

"Hand over the bag, kid," he demanded.

"Or what?" I challenged him.

My heart was pounding painfully against my chest. My hands twitched by my side. I just wanted to hide behind the shield. I forced myself to face this man and look death in the face.

"I'll blow your brains out," he threatened.

"Won't you do that after you take my bag?" I asked him, going into babbly mode. "I mean, not all my work is even in here, most of it's in my head. Most of the paper is filled with pointless doodles that only make sense to me and a bunch of numbers and foreign words because I don't actually right anything down so it can't be officially,-"

He pressed the gun into my stomach. Before I knew it, I was lashing out with my foot. It struck his wrist, snapping it back with a sickening crunch. I hadn't enough force or strength to break it but the shock caused him to drop his gun. I tugged the shield off its harness and hid behind it. He lunged for his gun. I smacked him in the face with the shield. His nose twisted to the side and blood squirted from it. I made a noise of disgust but it didn't stop me repeatedly whacking him with the shield. I stopped when the elevator dinged open. I froze in mid-attack, the shield raised above my head. The man cowering at my feet. I noticed a small badge with the Hydra symbol on his jacket collar. It made me feel better for beating the crap out of him. I found myself staring at three of the avengers.