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A knock on your door woke you late the next morning. You moved to look at your clock. It was nearly 9:30.
“Yes?” you asked while sitting up and combing through your hair with your hands a bit to try and smooth it out a little to look at least somewhat presentable. Natasha walked in with a smile on her face.
“Morning (y/n). I thought you might want to eat some breakfast and get your things. You could help Steve with getting the groceries on the way, it’s his turn this week.”
You nodded and yawned loudly.
“Alright, give me time for a quick shower and I’ll meet him upstairs alright?”
“Alright.”
She left you again and you moved to take a quick shower and dried your hair before dressing and walking to the elevator to take it to the common floor.
“Can this list get any longer? I don’t even know what half of those things are!” you heard Steve complaining. You walked into the kitchen where breakfast was already prepared.
“Something smells delicious…. Good morning guys.”
Clint answers with a greeting of his own before turning back to Steve with a grin on his face.
“Don’t worry Cap, you’ll be able to find everything. Sooner or later.”
“Hey don’t bully Stevie.” You took the list from him. “You guys are mean. Writing down brand names instead of just telling him what you really want.”
Steve blushed slightly at the nickname you gave him.
“Stevie?”
“Well, yes. It’s my nickname for you.”
“Do you have a nickname for everyone?” when you nodded in response he got curious and decided to ask:
“What’s your nickname for Clint?”
“Birdy.”
“I’ve had worse…” he mumbled in the background.
“Natasha?”
“Nat.”
“Then… how about Tony?”
“Playboy.”
“Huh, that really suits him… Bucky?”
“Everyone calls him Bucky so I’ll call him James.”
“Alright… Sam? Bruce? Thor?”
“Soldier, Doc and Big guy. You done with asking?”
“Just a last one: Loki.”
“That… was a bit harder. If I would actually believe in the myths and legends on earth about Loki I would call him manwhore… but since I know that most of them are false I decided on Trickster until I think of something better.”
At this Clint nearly fell of his chair because he was laughing so hard.
“Oh god, I’ll have to tell Tony about that…!” you raised an eyebrow at him as he walked to the middle of the room, jumped up…
and climbed into the vents. …The hell?
“Don’t worry he always climbs into the vents. I sometimes wonder if he has a nest somewhere in there…” Steve reassured you, smiling.
“Alright, if you say so. I’ll just get some breakfast in and afterwards I’ll go shopping with you. The others can get their tattoos while we’re out and you can get yours when we return.”
You got yourself a plate and some of the leftover pancakes before drowning them in syrup.
“You don’t have to go with me. I’ll manage on my own somehow…”
“Oh? Then please tell me… what is that?” You point at a random item on the list and he sighs.
“I’ve got no clue.”
“It’s an energy drink. See? You need help so I’m coming with you. It will be over much faster this way.”
“Thank you, Ma’am.”
“I already told you yesterday, just (y/n) is fine. It makes me feel old when you call me that…”
“Sorry, I’ll try not to forget again.”
“Don’t worry about it Stevie.”
You finish your breakfast and clean up.
“Alright, how far away is the next shop?”
A few minutes later the two of you were standing at the entrance of a supermarket and got a shopping cart each to get everything. Steve had gotten a credit card from Tony to pay for the groceries and you walked down the aisles putting all the things on the list into the carts.
Steve was following quietly and watching you while you identified all the things on the list easily.
“How do you do that?”
“Do what?” you asked him while continuing.
“How do you know what all those things are just by some brand names?”
“I always had to go shopping while I was with Sam and Dean because they could never agree on what to get. While Sam is a fan of healthy food Dean prefers a burger and anything greasy and unhealthy. So they send me because they knew I would get something for everyone.”
“So you were the peacemaker between the two of them?”
“You could call it that.” The two of you continued to walk through the shop for an hour before curiosity got the better of him.
“May I ask why you left then? The way you talk about them it seems like you are quite fond of them.”
You sighed and stopped at the side of one of the last aisles. Luckily there were not many people in the supermarket or you wouldn’t tell Steve the story there.
“Sure you want to hear that? It’s not a very happy story…”
“You… you don’t need to tell me! I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked…”
“Don’t worry, it’s alright Stevie. It was around the time of the battle in New York, when Loki attacked the city with his alien army. I was in the city for a case and nearly got killed by them. Luckily angel blades are powerful weapons.” You chuckled quietly to yourself before going on. “Sam and Dean told me to go on a few solo hunts when another type of monsters came up. They were called Leviathans. I really don’t know much about them, they managed to keep it all from me. I was on the road alone for a few months before I arrived here. Everything was alright for me until they called me again. My father, Bobby, had been shot in the head during an attack on the Leviathans. By the time I made it back he was already long gone. I found out that he had been working on a car as a gift to me in his free time. I couldn’t look at them after that anymore. I still can’t forgive them for keeping everything from me. If they had told me I would have been there for him and I could have said goodbye and thanked him for everything he did for me…”
“I’m sorry about that… It seems to me like they were just trying to protect you.”
“I know what they were trying to do and it’s not a good excuse. I’m a hunter. I know what I signed up for. I know I could have died there but it was not their decision to make. It was my decision and they took it from me. See? Like I said, not a very happy story. Maybe I’ll be able to forgive them one day, but I’ll never hunt with them again. How can I trust them again if they think that I’m not able to make such decisions myself? If they think me too weak to go against the big beasts?”
“That’s fine. No one is asking you to go back to hunting with them. Believe it or not, I understand. Being the small one is not easy.”
“Yes I know…” you answer before clapping your hands together once. “Alright, enough of the depressing topics and chick-flick moments! We got some shopping to finish.”
Steve chuckles and follows you again.
“Chick-flick moment? I think you’re going to have to explain that one to me.”
“Dean used to say that a lot in the past, picked it up from him I guess… A chick-flick moment is when there is too much emotion in the air. Like in those movies for women where she always gets the guy at the end no matter how bad the odds are.”
“I think I have seen one or two of those…”
“You have my sympathy then. I always preferred action or horror movies.”
Almost another hour later the two of you had finally paid and there were 8 full shopping bags to carry.
“Huh, maybe we should have taken the car…” you said quietly more to yourself than to Steve while taking two of them and moving to carry two more.
“You don’t need to carry that much, I can do it.” He began hanging the shopping bags on his arms and you had to admit that it looked kind of funny.
“Don’t worry about it. I know you’re a gentleman and all that but you don’t need to waste that on me, I’m no Lady.” You quickly added two more bags to the two you were already carrying and moved outside. While they were heavy you’ve had worse before. Steve took the rest of the bags and hurried to catch up with you.
“I know women are a lot more independent these days than what I’m used to but that’s just nonsense. Every woman has a Lady somewhere inside of her. Sometimes it just takes a while and the right guy to find it.” You had to laugh at that.
“You’re real precious you know that? There are way too many assholes out there, it’s nice to know that there are some good guys after all. Thanks.”
You gave him a smile which he returned with his own bright one. The two of you carried the groceries back fast to prevent the ice-cream you had bought from melting.
As soon as you both stepped into the kitchen of the common floor you were already greeted by Clint again who looked at his watch for a moment.
“2 ½ hours. That’s a record for you, Cap. You should get into the sitting room, the tattoo artist is waiting for you.”
You sat down your bags while Steve did the same.
“I’ll go when I’m done here.”
“Just go Stevie, Birdy can help me putting those away.” The sentence earned you a groan from Clint but you ignored it since he decided to move and help you anyway.
“Alright… Thanks for going shopping with me (y/n).”
“You’re welcome!”
With Clint’s help you were done with putting away the groceries only a few minutes later. You took a look at your watch and decided that it was time to get your things. At least you would be able to take your car since it was way past rush hour.
“Lady (y/n)! We have gotten those permanent pictures on our skin now! That means we will be permitted to go hunting with you now, right?” Thor's voice boomed through the kitchen where he joined you and Clint.
“Yes that’s right but I still have to get some research in before I can tell you who I’ll be taking with me... Oh and there were only Pop-Tarts on the list not what flavor you wanted so we got you some of everything.” The smile on his features nearly split his face as he moved to hug you, lifting you off the ground easily.
“Thank you!”
“You’re… welcome…! Can’t… breathe…!”
“Oh I’m sorry Lady (y/n).” he apologized while he sat you down onto the ground again. “I hope I did not hurt you…”
“Don’t worry about it, big guy. I’m alright. I need to go and get my stuff and afterwards I’ll tell you guys more about the case, alright?”
“I’m looking forward to hearing about more of those Midgardian creatures that you hunt!”
“I’ll tell you more stories after this is done. Need to go, see you later.”
The drive to the hotel and back was luckily a fast one. As soon as you got back to the tower J.A.R.V.I.S. notified you that the floor beneath Natasha’s had been prepared for your use.
You thanked him and brought your stuff to the floor before taking the file and moving back to the common floor where most of them were sitting and waiting for you.
“Where are the others?” you ask curiously.
“Bruce is in his lab working. Tony is working on his suits and totally not crying because getting that tattoo hurt and Nat and I got a new mission and we will be away for a few days. I’m actually only here to tell you that, so see you when I get back.” Clint was clearly not happy that he had to leave now, after all he still wanted to get that story out of you, but a mission was more important.
“Alright, have fun Birdy. I’ll keep my promise when you get back don’t worry.” That seemed to lift his mood somewhat. After a short goodbye he left you alone with the rest.
“So, what is it you’re going after?” By now the curiosity had gotten to Sam and the rest of them looked quite interested in it as well.
“To tell the truth… I don’t really know yet. It could be a few things right now. The information Nick gave me is about teenage girls going missing in Brooklyn for a month now. Yesterday was the first time that one of them showed up again and it was not a pretty sight.” You took out some pictures from the file. “I hope nobody got a nervous stomach.” You added before putting them onto the table in front of you. They were pictures of the 17-year old who had been found in an alley. Most of her upper body was missing and it looked like she had been eaten by something with sharp fangs.
Steve took a sharp intake of breath at the view.
“What kind of monster does something like that…?”
“For now my money is on Skinwalkers… But it’s unusual that the other victims are still missing… It could also be werewolves.”
“According to the book you gave me yesterday those creatures only turn in the night of the full moon.” Loki added.
“I know but there are also purebloods. Pureblood werewolves can turn themselves whenever they want and retain their human sides when they turn… Wait, I’m explaining this the wrong way, let’s start over: Werewolves are humans who have been infected with lycanthropy. The regular ones turn on the night of the full moon and feed on human hearts. Sometimes they eat more than that but they never leave the heart. They can also have children who will be born as werewolves as well. Normal ones go into full animalistic mode when they turn and don’t remember anything afterwards. Purebloods on the other hand have full control over when they turn and have the ability to control their hunger. They can feed on animal hearts but most either don’t want to control themselves or can’t.” You put the pictures back into the file while you talk. “They got the usual powers: highly enhanced strength, agility, speed, stamina, senses and can only be hurt by silver. The normal ones have all those powers only when they turn while the purebloods sometimes retain their powers while in human form. They can also infect anyone they bite with lycanthropy and from what I know there is no cure. Once you’ve been
bitten you’re one of them.”
You noticed that Sam was shifting around a bit, clearly uncomfortable. “Don’t worry Sam, I’m not taking you with me.” He released a sigh of relieve at that.
“Thank god, I was almost worried. Who will you be taking with you by the way? And you mentioned something named a Skinwalker?”
“I don’t know yet. If my assumption is correct and it’s either of those I’m not taking anyone. I can’t risk one of you getting turned on your first hunt.” You could clearly see that neither Thor nor Steve were very happy with the statement but decided to ignore them for now and go on. “Skinwalkers are some kind of cousins to werewolves. They have the same powers and weaknesses and turn someone with a bite. The difference is that Skinwalkers can Shape-shift into dogs. Normal everyday dogs. And that is exactly my problem. I don’t know yet how to find them. The only thing I know is that they are picky eaters and hunt in Brooklyn. Not very much to go by…”
“That sounds like a serious problem… Did the victims have anything in common?”
“That’s what I’m going to have to find out now. I’ll be going to their schools and parents this afternoon. I hope none of them have dogs.” You added as a joke.
“So… any dog in Brooklyn could be responsible for that?”
“Yeah and unless they shift I won’t be able to tell… I can’t just cut any dog I come across with a silver knife that would be too weird. Oh I forgot. They have one more thing in common with Werewolves: they usually live in packs.”
After explaining you stood up with the file in hand.
“Okay, I think I need to leave now if I want to check every school today and the parents. There has to be something that they had in common and I will not stop until I find it.”
“If you don’t mind I would like to go with you.”
“I don’t mind Stevie, but why would you want to come with me? It’s going to be desperate and grieving families, that’s not how someone should spend their afternoon by choice.”
“I just don’t like the thought that you’re going alone…”
“Well, thanks Stevie. That could actually make the job a lot easier.”
“How so?” he asked you, clearly confused.
“According to my experience people tell a lot more to someone that they like and you are Captain America. We will not have to waste any time to get them talking. I just need to change and then we can leave.”
“Alright, I’ll wait downstairs for you.”
You changed into the clothes that you had dubbed your FBI disguise and went down to meet Steve. He was waiting at your car for you.
“Just so you know, this will be a nerve-wracking afternoon. Last chance to back out.”
“I can handle it, don’t worry.”
“Alright. Just one more thing: Please don’t promise them anything. Those people are looking for their children and new hope that gets destroyed soon after is sometimes worse than anything else.”
“Got it. No promises. Where are we going first?”
It took you some really nerve-wracking hours to talk to all of the families and thanks to Steve everything went off without a hitch. He was really great with the parents and even managed to keep his word with you.
“Okay… from what we’ve gathered they were all the same type of girl: introverted and not many friends. That can’t be a coincidence. There has to be something that ties them together, that got the culprit the chance to get them…” You had started mumbling to yourself while driving to the first school. According to the parents all of them had been at home a lot. While most of them had visited the same school some of them were students at another. There were no cafés or shops that they went to frequently. It was starting to drive you insane.
“Don’t worry. Whatever it is, we’ll find it. Maybe we should talk with the best friends. Most people tell their best friends everything.”
You nodded. He was right of course. A deep breath calmed you down as you stopped at the first school.
Going to the schools had been a real waste of time. The only thing you had found out was that all of the missing girls had at one time or another been bullied. Something you could have found out by talking to the best friends first. At least you had their addresses.
You had to admit that you were a little frustrated with the progress of the case until now. There had to be something, you were sure of that, you just seemed to be too blind to see it.
Steve did a great job with calming you down when you got too frustrated and before you talked to anyone. The two of you had to stop for dinner before visiting the friends because both of you were famished.
Talking to the best friends got you no better results, until you got to the last one.
“She was always on this chatroom… She told me that she wanted to meet someone.” The girl had told you this while crying her eyes out. She was the friend of the newest victim who had been taken just the day before. You had heard a few times about a chatroom but none of them could tell you a link or username or anything until now.
“Maybe that’s what we were looking for. Whatever a chatroom is…” Steve thought out loud as the two of you walked back to your car after talking to the girl.
“A chatroom is a place on the internet where people can come together to communicate with each other. There are thousands of those online. Luckily she wrote the link and her friend’s username down for us. Now we’re going back to the tower and see if one of the others can help us because I’m not good enough to hack a chatroom. Maybe Tony can help us.”
Asking Tony was really the only thing you could do since Natasha was not available right now. You walked to Tony’s lab where he was currently according to J.A.R.V.I.S.
“Mind helping us out a little playboy?” You asked while you walked into his lab.
“Anything for you babe. What do you need?” He turned around on his chair to face you and Steve who was still following you. You laid down paper with the link and username of the victim in front of him.
“We need you to hack into this chatroom and get us anything you can regarding this user. She was taken yesterday and her friend told us she wanted to meet someone from the chatroom. We need to know who it is.” He looked at you as if he questioned your sanity.
“You… are asking me to hack into a chatroom?”
“Yes I am.”
“You’re asking me: Tony Stark to hack into a chatroom?” he repeated slowly.
“Yes I am! What’s going on with you? Can’t do it?”
“That’s like asking Picasso to color by numbers! How could you ask me to hack a chatroom?!” he shouted at you so you decided to shout back.
“I would have asked someone else if I could! Now will you do it or not?! We’re trying to find those girls!” That actually got him to shut up and just do it. Within a minute you could see everything you wanted.
“There, that’s the one! Can you show me his chat history?”
“Of course I can, who do you think you’re talking to?”
“Let me rephrase that: Show me his chat history before I kick your ass for wasting time!” Steve tried to calm you down again while Tony opened the chat history of your suspect.
“There it is. From what I can see more than one girl decided to meet with them. Information is false, logged in from an Internet Café in Brooklyn. That’s all I can tell you about them. But it seems like there is another meeting scheduled… Today at 10 in the evening in Brooklyn Park.”
You took a quick look onto your watch before cursing loudly.
“That’s in an hour! I have to go! Thanks playboy!” you shouted while leaving the room and running to the elevator. You didn’t even notice that Steve was still following you until he got into the elevator with you.
“What are you doing? I told you I can’t take anyone, it’s too dangerous!” you get out on your floor and hurry to your room to change while Steve waits next to the elevator until you get back.
“That’s not your decision to make, it’s mine. We have to save those girls and I’ll be fine, I got my shield to protect me.” He got back into the elevator with you after you had changed into comfortable jeans and a shirt with a leather jacket and sneakers. You also had gotten the bag with weapons to take with you.
“Alright, but only on one condition: While we’re doing this you do what I tell you when I tell you. I don’t care that you’re Captain America. On this hunt you follow my lead, got it?” You really didn’t expect what happened next though: he saluted.
“Yes, Ma’am!”
You were silent for a moment and stared at him, trying to contain your laughter at the view of him blushing after he realized what he just did out of habit.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to do that…” His quiet apology was all it took to have you laughing your head off.
“Don’t worry about it Stevie. Go get your shield and let’s safe those girls. I’ll be waiting by the car, I promise.” He nodded in response and hurried to get his shield while you made your way to your car and to the trunk. You sorted out what you needed, which wasn’t really much. Just a silver knife and a revolver, loaded with silver bullets. Sadly you only had one of each as they were not really the cheapest things in your arsenal.
You waited for Steve before giving the revolver to him and hiding the knife in your jacket.
“It’s loaded with silver bullets, that way you can stay a bit farther away.” You got into the car before he could protest and started driving as soon as he joined you.
“That doesn’t make sense. Like I said, I have my shield to protect me, you have nothing else. You should take the revolver and I’ll take the knife.” The way he looked at you, you knew that he wouldn’t let this go until you accepted the trade.
“Alright we’ll trade when we get there. Happy?” He nodded in response as you rushed through the traffic to your destination where you swapped your weapons. The two of you got there with only 10 minutes to spare and only a description of where they were going to meet.
“Follow me.” Steve whispered to you, following a way with purpose.
“You know your way around?”
“I’ve been here a few times since I got out of the ice. I was born in Brooklyn.”
You managed to find the girl and hid just in time. Steve was not happy with the plan but you knew that you would have to follow the suspect after he kidnapped the girl. There was no other way to find the pack because a pack member would not give up the location.
You waited for a few minutes just watching the girl sitting on a bench until a man walked over to her. You were not too far away so that you could see her and the man clearly but something was amiss. Your gut feeling told you that this was wrong and when you saw the claws on his hands a sliver of doubt made his way into your mind. Something was wrong but you couldn’t quite put a finger on it.
After the man had knocked the girl out and thrown her over his shoulder he started to leave. You stopped Steve from instantly going after him and only moved when he was a bit farther away.
The lurking doubt morphed into certainty the second you saw the man vanishing into the sewers.
Steve moved to follow him but you stopped him again.
“Don’t. We don’t have the right weapons. Give me a second.” He looked at you as if you had lost your mind but followed your order even though he didn’t like it.
You had to shoot off a quick prayer to Castiel before opening your eyes again and looking at Steve who was frowning.
“I was wrong. It wasn’t about the hearts… It’s about virgins Stevie. Female virgins. I hope you are ready to face resistance because we’re going after dragons here. They are so rare that I didn’t even think about them…” He clearly wanted to ask you something was interrupted by the flutter of wings.
“Is it bad? Do you require more help? Sam and Dean need me right now but I could try and send someone else to help you.” Castiel asks while handing you a broken sword.
“Thanks Cas. We’ll manage. Go and help them, I’ll call you if we need backup.” You hugged the angel before moving away again. He looked at Steve for a moment but nodded and left again.
“What… what was that? Who was that? What’s with the sword?” It seemed like Steve had found his voice again after Castiel’s appearance had shocked him into silence.
“That was Castiel. He’s an angel and he just brought me the only weapon I can think of that can kill a dragon.” You explained while the two of you moved into the sewers. “It’s called the Sword of Bruncvik. It’s a sword forged in Dragon’s blood. There are about 5 or 6 of them left on earth…” Steve followed you into the sewer system, stunned into silence again. “Their powers are a bit different. They got the usual super strength and speed but they can also use something we call ‘Dragon Claw’. They can generate heat with their hands with which they can easily melt iron and incinerate humans. I hope your shield can take that.”
“It can.”
“They also live in groups. I hope we don’t find too many…”
“I’ll keep them off of you for as long as I can while you try to get rid of one after the other, alright?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
The both of you crept around the sewers for quite a while until you could see light up ahead. You decided to go first, in case that you managed to surprise one of them while Steve followed you as silently as possible.
You stopped at the corner to peek around and saw the man who kidnapped the girl earlier. You could also hear whimpers up ahead. His back was turned to you so you took the opportunity to stab him into the back and kill him. Steve was right next to you and caught the dead dragon to move him onto the floor silently.
You sneaked ahead and managed to take a look at a barred room where a few girls still sat, cowered together and crying in fear. With a silent whisper you got their attention.
“Can you tell me how many there are?”
“I’ve seen 4…” one of them whispered back to you.
“Alright, we’ll come and get you as soon as possible, hang on a little longer.” They nod and tried to keep silent, most of them had stopped crying, a look of hope on their faces as Steve stepped into their line of sight and they saw his shield.
“There are at least 3 more.” You whispered to him before you sneaked forward. Hopefully the three of them were not together or near their hoard. If you could get them alone like the first one this could be a really easy thing.
Of course thinking about that had jinxed it. Only a few minutes later you were standing near the hoard and fighting for your life.
There had been 4 more, not 3 like you had thought and while Steve fought 3 of them, keeping them of your back you had yet to kill the first. Thanks to the broken sword you would have to get really close to him but he kept you back with his glowing red claws.
You had no choice but to risk it. After feigning a stumble you attacked. The Dragon who saw you stumble came in for an attack with his claws but before they could connect with you he was pierced into the side by the sword. As soon as the monster attacked you had crouched and stabbed the blade forward, connecting with his body.
He fell to the ground and you whirled around to help Steve.
It seemed to be a real piece of work but he managed to keep them at bay by hitting them with his shield from time to time. When he managed to hit one of them right in the face you saw your chance to attack the stunned target.
He never saw the blow coming but soon the blade was buried in his chest. With a hard tug the weapon was free again and you were down to only two dragons.
They looked like they were going to flee but they had their back to their hoard and the walls. They could not get past Steve and to try on your side would be to run into the blade.
Without the option to flee they started to fight again. One of them attacked Steve head on while the other charged at you. You succeeded with getting out of the way just in time but you swore as your back hit the wall. The dragon grinned at your predicament and attacked you again with his hot claws.
In desperation you swung the broken blade in front of you and you successfully severed some of his fingers. You took the opportunity when he recoiled and screamed in pain and swung again, cutting through his stomach and splattering yourself with blood.
Now there was only one of them left and he was having some problems fighting Steve, after all Steve was trained to fight while his enemy was not. While his full attention was on the man he was fighting you maneuvered yourself behind him and stabbed him in the back.
When your enemy fell face first onto the ground you didn’t have the strength left to tug the sword out of him so you followed him to the floor.
“(y/n)!” Steve was worried for you, he saw the blood of one of the dragons on you and didn’t know if any of it was your own.
“Don’t worry Stevie. I’m alright.” You breathed heavily while turning around and lying on the ground instead of a dead dragon.
“Oh thank god, you had me worried there for a moment.”
“Just exhausted.” You mumbled quietly in response. But you couldn’t rest yet. Your job wasn’t done after all.
After Steve helped you up you pulled the sword free and wiped it on the dragon’s clothes.
“Let’s get the girls out of here.” You took a last look at the hoard before leaving in the direction of the cell. “I really hope Nick lets me keep some of that.” You joked, making Steve laugh.
“Yeah… I don’t think so.” The both of you moved back to the cell where you smiled at the 3 cowering girls while Steve opened the door by breaking the lock off.
“They’re gone, you can come out now.”
The three girls rush to you and Steve and one of them clings to you while Steve gets the other two, crying in relief.
“Do you know what happened to the others?” you asked the girl clinging to you while rubbing her back in a soothing motion.
“They took them away. They didn’t come back…”
“Hey it’s alright. We’re going to bring you home now alright?” They all nodded happily wanting to see their families.
“You’re going to have to promise me something.” You started while you make your way to your car. “Promise me that you’ll try and forget about this. I’m sorry that you had to go through this but you’re safe now and S.H.I.E.L.D. will take care of the rest, alright?” You gave them an encouraging smile while you took out your phone and send a message to Nick about the cleanup and that you would take the girls home.
An hour, three teary family reunions and a lot more thanks than you had ever gotten before you were about ready to collapse right where you were standing.
By now you had finally noticed that one of them had managed to scorch some of your hair and there were a few burn marks on your clothes while Steve looked like nothing had happened.
As soon as you stepped into the elevator J.A.R.V.I.S. informed you that the guys wanted to see the two of you on your return and get the story so he changed the exit from your floor, where you really wanted to go and get a shower, to the common floor where the guys were sitting and watching movies.
Bruce nearly dropped his soda when he saw you.
“Are you alright?”
“Don’t worry Doc, I’ll live.”
“So… how were the Werewolves? Or was it Skinwalkers?” Tony asked you. It seemed like either the others had told him or he had asked J.A.R.V.I.S. about it.
“Neither. They wouldn’t have burned me would they?” you ask with a slightly bad mood crawling up to you. After all they were keeping you from a shower and collapsing into your bed.
“What was it then? And what’s up with the sword?” Tony had paused the movie by now and everyone’s attention was on you.
“If I tell you, will you let me go and have a shower and sleep?” You only continued after he had nodded in response. “This is the Sword of Bruncvik. The sword was forged in Dragons blood and is the only thing that can kill a Dragon. Which was the monster by the way. They were abducting virgins. Now I’m going to have a shower and if anyone tries to stop me we’ll see it this can be used on humans just as well!” You added while raising the sword a little and leaving for the elevator.
The guys were all gaping at Steve by now and you were sure that he wouldn’t get away without telling the whole story.
“So it was Dragons… Wait, what?!!”