You Can Call Me Anne

by MissRed17

Annabelle Fisher was just a regular girl who wanted to make it big as a songwriter. What better way to accomplish that dream than to get accepted into Julliard and move to New York? Everything seems to be going right until HYDRA changes everything. But maybe her life isn't completely over yet, not when you have friends like the Avengers.

2. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Leave unsaid unspoken
Eyes wide shut unopened
You and me
Always between the lines"

Anne's voice softly rang through out the small café as she sang one of her original songs. People were either quietly talking amongst themselves while sipping coffee or staring at their laptops, typing unknown words. Not once did anyone look up at her as she poured her heart into the song. But she was used to this. Musicians were usually only looked at as background noise in places like this. Even though she wasn't expecting a burst of applause at the end of her performance, some recognition would have been nice.

This was Anne's usual gig during the summer in NYC. Her sophomore year at Julliard had ended last month. Instead of going back home to Rosebush like she did last year, she decided to stay in the city so she could try to build a name for herself. Progress was slow but she knew a songwriting career wasn't going to happen overnight. She was ready to work hard to make her dream come true.

Since she usually only performed with a piano and her voice on these small gigs, it didn't take Anne too long to pack up and leave after she finished her set. As soon as she stepped out onto the sidewalk, her senses became overwhelmed with the sounds and smells of the city. Gas spewing from the cars crowded on the streets, the noise pollution of millions of voices and footsteps from the people walking on the sidewalks. When she first came to the Big Apple, Anne was overcome with excitement at the idea of living in a city with so many people. She had lived in a small farm town where everyone knew each others' name for 14 years before she moved to Dallas with her brother to start her artistic education. But NYC was way bigger than Dallas, and a lot more interesting. Despite this, Anne couldn't help but feel homesick as she walked past a sign that had a picture of rolling green pastures.

It was 5:30 p.m. and the pedestrians were starting to get snippy in their rush to get home before it got too dark. Anne decided to take a shortcut through an ally to avoid getting pushed for the 45th time. She wasn't stupid. If anyone tried jump her, she had pepper spray and a switch blade in her bag to protect herself. But unfortunately, this wasn't enough to fend off the 5 Hydra agents that punched, tackled, and gagged her. Before she could even think about fighting back, she was out cold.