Patriotic Duty

The apartment was nice. It had the perfect amount of space. I wouldn’t feel cramped yet I wouldn’t feel like I was living in an empty home. I placed my bag down and walked into the kitchen making a mental note of things that I may have to get. To my surprise the kitchen was fully stocked with everything that I would need such as pots pans and dishes. There were a few generic things in the fridge and pantry but that would be no big problem, I could just go shopping tomorrow. Moving from the kitchen into the living room I ran my hand along the edge of the bar getting a feel for the place that would now be my home.WhelpI thoughtmight as well unpack.Grabbing my bag from by the door I headed towards the bedroom.
Unpacking didn’t take nearly as long as I had hoped it would. I looked at the clock hoping that it would be an acceptable time for me to call it a day. Sadly it was not. Glancing over to the folder that Coulson had handed me earlier I sighed. Guess I would be an overachiever and get a head start on tomorrows work. I got up grabbed the folder and made my way to the small office that was adjacent to my bedroom.Hmmmm I wonder if I will have an office outside of my apartment I thought as I flung myself into the computer chair.
The folder that Coulson had given me were the personal files on the Avengers. It had the basic stuff such as date of birth and what not but there was more to it as well. For example, on Steve’s it had stats from before and after the experiment. His family background, his death certificate, pictures, mission briefings. It was all fascinating. I probably spent the most time on his reading every detail, studying every picture till I was sure I could draw a replica of it (if I had any artistic talent that was). Everything about Steve’s past was just right there laid out on my desk.
Natasha’s was a different story all together. Like Steve’s there was the basic information unfortunately most of it had be blacked out. The same went for her mission briefings. Apparently I had high enough security clearance to debrief her on current missions but not high enough to know about her very colorful past. My imagination went wild as I read some of the titles of these missions. Operation Cold Front, Operation Foxtrot Alpha, and my favorite Operation Classified. This missions was seriously so classified that I wasn’t even allowed to know the name of the mission. I felt a tingle in down my spine as my inner child celebrated the fact that I was working with a former KGB agent. I could almost be James Bond!
I skimmed through Tony’s not really caring a bit about anything there was to do with that man. He made me want to punch babies, or at least punch him. Yet I had the sinking feeling that it would probably be frowned upon to punch a co-worker on the first day of work, especially one that owned the building that one was working in. Although imagining my fist making contact with Stark’s nose did bring a smile to my face.
A knock at the door interrupted my violent day dream. Puzzled at who it could be I left the office and approached the door. I looked through the peep hole before I opened it.
“Hello Dr. Banner” I said politely with a smile. Next to Steve’s and Natasha’s I had enjoyed reading his profile the most.
“Hello” He said smiling slightly “sorry I wasn’t there when you arrive and for stopping by so late I just thought we could get the meet and great out of the way.”
“No worries at all Dr. Banner I was just looking over the profiles I was giving.” I replied.
“Please just call me Bruce, what all do they mention in my profile?” He asked his face looking a little pale.
“Only that you fail victim to your own brilliance.” I answered smoothly doing my best to erase his unease. “Look Bruce, I know that you feel weird about the other guy but in my eyes he is just a bad side effect. All I see when I read your files is the brilliant man that you are.”
“Uh well thank you” he said lowering his eyes. Was it just my imagination or was he blushing? “Nat told me about your run in with Tony.” He said running a hand through his hair.
I chuckled in a sarcastic manner as I said “oh yes he made me feel very welcomed”
He gave a small laugh and said “yea Tony can be an ass but he’ll warm up to you I’m sure.”
I smiled and nodded hoping that Bruce was right. I’m sure things would work smoother around here if he did.
“Well I’ll let you get back to the profiles, I’m sure you’ll have a bright early morning tomorrow.” Bruce said in ways of good bye.
I nodded my goodbye and shut the door as we walked away. I smiled slightly to myself as I settled back down in front of my desk. I had finished the profiles on the Avengers shortly before Bruce had appeared. Now it was time to move to the villain stack. There wasn’t many, in fact at this current moment there was only one. Loki. I shiver ran down my spine as flashes of what I saw on the news resurfaced. He may have not been the one who physically killed my brother but the things that did were only here because of him. I would hold him personally responsible. I opened the folder. Why were the evil ones always so nice to look at? I thought as I studied every line of his face.

Notes

Here is an updated (hopefully grammatically correct) version of this chapter.

I am still not sure where this story is going but I am hopeful that maybe I can figure it out.

Go check out my other two stories, under different accounts (cause I keep getting locked out)

Rescue Me
Letters From War

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