Captain America's Love
It was a week after the dance. Steve and I went out a few times on a date, but never really had anything to talk about. At school he is on his phone more when he is supposed to be paying attention. Each time I try to talk to him about it, all he says is that I don't have to worry about it. The truth is, I do worry about it. I mean, we are dating. Couples don't keep secrets from each other, they are honest about everything. I decided I would go to his house later and talk about it. I wanted to know if it was serious to where he was in danger, or if it was personal.
I arrived at his house at about 4:00. His lights were on, and his car was in the driveway. I went up to his porch, and rang the doorbell. When he answered the door, he was surprised that I was there. I saw the look in his eyes, they were saying ‘Shit, I'm screwed’ but what was he screwed for. Finally he said "Come on in, Brenda. There is something I have to tell you."
"Why don't you have a seat?" Were the words he said to me after I saw the Avengers standing in his living room.
"Why should I sit, Steve, when you have been keeping this secret from me? I mean you couldn't even trust me with knowing that you were Captain America." I screamed at him. I mean, this was a lot to take in. Especially when it was coming at you all at once.
"I know this is a lot to take in, Brenda, but you have to at least hear Steve out." Said this tall, Redhead chick that I assumed was Black widow, AKA Natasha Romanoff. I wasn't about to take her advice until I looked over at Steve. He looked helpless, and sad. I was never able to break someone's heart, even if they broke mine. To me it just didn't feel right.
"Fine, I will let him explain. As long as he promises no more secrets. He needs to fully trust me." I replied not knowing how everyone would react.
"I can't promise that fully, but I will promise to tell you what I am allowed to tell you. Does that work for you?" Steve replied. It wasn't what I wanted, but I knew that he had someone to take orders from.
"Yes, I know how Fury can get." After I said that I immediately regretted it. My Uncle Fury told me not to mention anything to the Avengers about me, but now it was too late. I knew it was time to explain. "Director Fury is my uncle. He told me not to say anything because he didn't want it messing with Caps head." I looked over at Steve and saw a look of confusion on his face. He didn't know how to take it in.
"Well, I guess it's my turn to get my secret off my chest. Yes, I am an Avenger, but I couldn't tell you because it was a matter of security, but I guess it didn't matter because you knew who I was anyway. My question is though, weren't you the one in my room in S.H.E.I.L.D. when I woke up in the future?" I looked at him like Fuck, he recognizes me. I didn't know if Fury would approve, but I had to tell him.
"Yes, I am the one who was in your hospital room when you woke up. I just didn't know how you would react. I am sorry that I lied." Then I looked over at Hawkeye and said
"Clint, your sister, Anna, needs you. No matter how angry she is with you she needs you. And if I were you I would listen to what she has to say. She doesn't like it here and would rather be doing super hero things. Just try to talk to her." He looked at me like he didn't know what I was talking about, then finally responded, "Thanks. That's the first thing that I have heard of her. She's not getting into trouble is she?" I shook my head in response. I could see his eyes flood with relief like I just told him that he won best superhero.
"Brenda?" An unfamiliar voice said right behind me. When I turned around I saw someone I didn't expect to see. It was Spider-man himself. I couldn't believe it.
"Brenda, Is that really you? I have been wanting to find you after all of these years. I don't think you know who I am because you have stopped looking for me. I'm your brother." Then it hit me. It was Peter Parker, the one I have been following my whole life because I suspected that he was my brother, but eventually gave up because it was pointless following him around.