Together with Natasha and Pepper you were playing the old time favorite game of Truth or Dare as you were waiting for the rest to come back from a mission or the shower.
It was your birthday today and everyone had promised to be there. You were anxiously waiting for the presents you were about to receive. You hadn’t asked for anything, but knowing your friends, you knew they would at least get you a cake.
You had been part of the Avengers ever since the battle of New York when you had saved Thor and Steve’s asses. You had courageously thrown yourself in the fight, even though your S.H.I.E.L.D. training hadn’t even been finished yet. Nick Fury had been impressed with your skill and determination and had offered you a position within the Avengers.
Of course you had said yes.
‘Really?’ you sighed. ‘Do I have to?’
Tony smiled. ‘We all did it. So now it
‘I don’t know,’ you replied to you best friend of three years. ‘I don’t think it suits me.’ You looked at yourself in the mirror, wearing the dress you had bought a few hours earlier to wear to a party Tony Stark was hosting in Stark Tower. It hugged your body and floated around you as you walked. It was truly a beautiful dress, but you didn’t know if you were confident enough to wear it.
‘Yeah… I bet you look awful in it’, Steve sighed again. In the time you had been in your bedroom he had put on the suit Tony had given him to wear, cleaned your messy kitchen and even managed to watch the whole eight o’clock news.
You swallowed hard, looking at yourself one last time, before finally making your way back to the living room. Steve was sitting on your couch, his arms spread across the back. He was wearing a suit Tony had specially made for him and you felt
You knew his real name was Steve Rogers and that he was born in 1918. He had served in the army during the 1940’s and had disappeared around 1945. He had been in the ice for almost 70 years, but somehow he had made it out alive and now you were standing in the large room that explained everything that had happened to him.
You worked as a teacher in your hometown and the kids in your class had been asking you for weeks if you could tell them about Captain America: the hero of New York. You had declined at first, because there were no real facts about what he had done bac
"Who's arranging the funeral?" Bucky asks, sitting beside Steve on the couch.
"Probably me or someone else." Steve replies, staring down at the glass in his hand.
"How was (Y/N), you know, when you told her the news?"
"She didn't say anything. She stared at me with a blank expression but her entire face went white," Steve stood up and shuffled around the room before making his way towards the kitchen. "I'm worri
‘Give it up, lady [Name]. There is nowhere else to run. Join me, and together we will bring destruction upon Midgard!’ Loki’s voice echoed through the hall, sending shivers down your spine.
‘Never!’ you shouted back, running inside one of the rooms and closing the door behind you. You barricaded the door using the little magic you still had left.
You took in a deep breath as you felt the strength leave your body. It wasn’t enough however. You had never trained for battle. You were a healer.
With one blast of fire, the door was blown out of its hinges. You were slammed into the wall, as Loki made his way inside. He walked towards you, his scepter in hand. He caught you by the ha
Your sister, Susan, would surely be worried for you, but since you didn't even know where you were, how was she supposed to?
Memories had become a blur to you and you didn't remember how you had gotten here. Since a few months the Fantastic Four had secretly been working with the Avengers. Not that you had seen any of them yet, but it sounded cool, even though you couldn't tell anyone.
Hopefully they were looking for you as well.
The men that had captured you had kept asking you about some kind of project. Ultron. You had no idea what it was and even if you did, you wouldn't tell them. They seemed like bad peo
When you heard screams, you stopped running and looked around you. It wasn't until then you noticed that most of the offices were empty and people were gathered around the stairs. Instinctively you dropped all the papers and reached for the gun on your belt. There wasn’t one. You sighed, remembering you were no longer part of the Special Forces. You had left that part of your life behind. Or at least you tried to.
'What's going on?' you asked one of your colleagues. She seemed ready to cry any minute.
'New York is under attack,' your boss, David, said as he helped his employees get down the stairs.
'What do you mean?' you frowned. 'Under attack by what?'
'I... I don't know,' he mumbled. 'I don't want to know.'
The ground s
You already had plans for that evening but somehow some people didn’t care about it. That’s why you had to go back to the Stark Tower to find some files that Director Fury needed ASAP. He didn’t even bother to call you directly, he just sent you a text message through JARVIS.
You had worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. for about ten years by then. At first your job was to keep their systems updated and do some programming. That was an easy task to do. You had fallen in love with computers – and later programming - since the very first moment you could touch and use one of them. You were ten years old that day.
Everything what you knew, you had learnt by yourself. There was nobody to teach you and, frankly, you didn’t want any help. Your independence was very important to you. Maybe even too much because your social skills rather suck
Ten weeks without any word from your darling, Steve.
You couldn't help it; it was a natural assumption! What if he was-no! You wouldn't think that. Perhaps he was on an important mission, mail and calling was for some reason restricted, anything! But then again, he was the smallest and frailest one there...
But there was another possibility that was the worst one of all. What if he didn't love you anymore?
"NO!" you said, out loud this time, the tears flowing harder.
Steve was smart, strategic, and if not physically, mentally strong.