Anyone want another Fanfic??? ;)

Sooo…encouraged by @lightoverdarkness6 who wanted to read it, I decided I’d share another Marvel fanfic here on KP. ?? So…I don’t know who all to tag. Whoever wants to read this can read it! It’s open to the KP public!!! ???

Anywhooooo….?

I have the first chapter finished, currently, and I’m going to share it along with the synopsis. ??

Synopsis:

2017.

The Avengers is no more. The team has split over the Sokovia Accords and many of the members are on the run as fugitives. But Viola, HYDRA’s leader that the Avengers team thought was dead, is back…and out for revenge. And she won’t quit this time until she gets exactly what she wants. But one group can’t defeat her alone…and The Avengers has to come back together. But with some of them having not been on speaking terms for an entire year, tensions run high, and division threatens to tear the team apart again. The issues of the Accords, being tracked by the UN, and Bucky’s past as The Winter Soldier all bring tensions to an all-time high, and a new member, Madelene, holds onto a painful and dark secret that may rip the entire team apart before Viola can be stopped.

Unable to defeat Viola on their own, the team will have to come together to stop her.

If not…then Viola could rise victorious.

But old and new tensions threaten to tear the team apart, and Viola may just succeed, unless The Avengers can come together, learn to be a team again, get over their differences and…

Learn to Fly Again.

And now, Chapter 1!!! (and in the next three posts, I’ll post the moodboards for the 3 charries that I made that are introduced in the first chapter. ?)

Chapter 1

Somewhere in France

“We almost got caught out there.”

Steve nodded. “At least the woman is safe now…at least we did what was right.”

Alex smiled. “That’s true. Well…I guess I’d better make us something to eat before we starve.”

“Because we both know I can’t work the stove.”

Alex laughed and nodded, heading into the small apartment’s kitchen. “That’s for sure.”

Steve watched her go, before letting out a small sigh. Now, with The Avengers split apart and most of them on the run, they had decided splitting up and going to and staying in different places was the best and safest option.

But they had all promised to stay fairly close, just in case.

“Food, Alex!?” Ryo suddenly cried, rushing into the kitchen, holding his stuffed teddy bear, tight, in his arms.

Almost three now, Ryo had grown a lot the past year.

Steve smiled. Alex and Ryo had stayed with him the past year, both still being orphans and not having a home, so he had kept them safe, and Alex had helped out in every way she could, including superhero work and, well, cooking.

Steve slowly and silently crept into the kitchen.

“I’m making some food right now, Ryo.”

“What food, Alex?” Ryo asked.

Alex saw Steve, smiled, and faced Ryo again. “Just some food, Ryo…you’ll find out.”

Steve came from behind Ryo, grabbing the toddler and lifting him up into the air.

“Stevie!” Ryo squealed.

Steve laughed and tossed Ryo into the air before catching him in his arms again.

Ryo giggled and reached up to Steve. “Again! Again!”

Steve smiled and set Ryo down.

“Ryo, are you thirsty?” Alex asked.

Ryo nodded enthusiastically. “Thirsty!”

Alex laughed. Pointed at a cupboard as she cracked open an egg. “His sippy cup should be in there. I bought him some apple juice yesterday.”

Steve got out the dinosaur-designed sippy cup and filled it with juice, handing the sippy cup to Ryo, who took it, holding his bear in his other hand. “Thank you.” He mumbled around sips of juice.

“You’re welcome. Alex, is there anything I can help with?”

Alex shrugged, giving him a soft smile. “…I don’t think so. Maybe, well, keeping Ryo out of the kitchen.”

Steve laughed. Well, that was something he could do. “Sounds like a plan.”

He grabbed Ryo’s waist and threw him up onto his shoulder, setting aside the sippy cup on a counter. Ryo screeched. “Stevie!”

“I have to keep you out of the kitchen, you little rascal. Come on.” He carried Ryo into the small living room, dropping him onto the couch.

Ryo giggled and sat up, looking up at Steve with big, almond-shaped, dark brown eyes. “Again! Again!”

Steve laughed and sat down beside him. “Again, Ryo? What if I don’t want to pick you up again?”

Ryo set aside his bear and stared at Steve. “…Pwease?” He asked, pronouncing the “l” as a “w”, since he almost always pronounced the “l” that way.

Steve smiled and stood. “Alright, I’ll pick you up again. Do you want to go over my shoulder, or…?”

“Plane!” Ryo screeched, standing up on the couch, holding his arms up and to Steve.

Steve grabbed him and lifted him up, holding him up above his head, and pretended to make Ryo fly, as Ryo screeched, giggled, and made plane noises.

Eventually, Ryo was too overcome by giggles to make sound effects, and Steve dropped him back down on the blue couch.

“Well, someone is going to sleep well tonight.”

Steve turned to face Alex, laughed, and sank onto the couch. “Which one of us?”

Alex smiled and stepped away from the wall. “Both of you, probably.”

Steve nodded in agreement, and Ryo crawled into his lap, teddy bear in hand. Ryo yawned, laying his head on Steve’s chest.

Alex walked over and sat down beside Steve, laying her head on his shoulder. “He’s certainly grown…”

Steve smiled and nodded, before looking at her with a smirk. “Look who’s talking, Miss Adult over here.”

Alex smiled. “Oh, come on, I’m only a year older. I don’t look much older, do I? And look who’s talking. I’m surprised you haven’t yelled at anyone to get off your lawn yet.”

Steve laughed and nudged her shoulder. “If you haven’t noticed yet, I don’t have a lawn for anyone to be on.”

Alex shrugged. “I guess that’s true. But still, I mean, how old are you going to be in July?”

“Ninety-nine years old.”

Alex whistled, laying her head back on his shoulder. “Well, if it’s any comfort to you, you look good for ninety-nine.”

Steve laughed.

A phone dinged.

Steve pulled his out. An old phone, so it couldn’t as easily be tracked. He checked his text messages…and paused.

He read the message once. Twice. Thrice.

It couldn’t be.

Fury: Viola’s not dead. She’s on the hunt still. She was last seen in Paris. Just thought you’d want to know.

“Steve, what is it?” Alex asked, noting Steve’s silence.

He handed her the phone, unable to say anything yet.

Alex looked it over a few times, before she gasped. “But I…I…”

“We all thought she was dead…but she’s not. We won’t be able to defeat her alone…” Steve whispered, taking his phone back.

Alex nodded. “We can get Natasha, Clint, the others…wait, you’re not thinking about contacting…?”

“I may have to.” Steve replied quietly, quickly dialing a number.

His finger hovered over the call button.

Tony Stark.

~*~

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

USA

“Can you read another story, Miz Maddie?” Luke asked, curly blonde hair falling into his vision. Front left tooth missing.

She smiled. She’d worked at this Children’s Hospital for months, but he was one of the absolute cutest little boys she’d ever seen. But she did have a job to do. Even though she hated to have to say no.

“I’m sorry, Luke. But I have to do a few small things today.”

When his smile faded, something inside her stung.

“But I promise, I will be back to read you some stories tomorrow. Okay?”

He smiled. Nodded. “Okay, Miz Maddie.”

She left.

Softly closed the door behind her.

“You’re his favorite, Madelene. You’re almost always the favorite.”

“I don’t understand why, Sasha.”

“Because you spend almost all your time here. The rest of us have families, vacations, other things like that. But not you.” Sasha replied, before raising an eyebrow. “The only question is…why?”

“I want to help these children get better.” She replied, soft and quiet.

It was true.

Just not the whole truth.

Sasha nodded. “Alright. But, if there’s ever anything you want to talk about, I’m always around.”

“Thank you, Sasha.”

“Come on. Anytime, girl!” she replied, patting Madelene’s shoulder before walking away.

Madelene took in a deep breath.

No one had figured out.

Yet.

Hopefully, with luck on her side, they never would.

Ever.

Madelene sighed and walked down the hall.

This was her new life.

But the brokenness of that old one hadn’t left.

She still remembered.

Especially that night.

But even more so, she remembered him.