The Girl Who Can't Be Moved
The shawarma restaurant was beat up from the fighting. Some walls were falling inward but the staff still remained behind. There was a man at the grill and a woman sweeping up some of the dust and debris. The building was on a few blocks away from Stark Tower, so within the perimeter of the Chitaurian showdown. Pictures were crooked on the walls and it was rather surprising to see that the light fixtures were still hanging and functioning, and even that the people were still willing to work.
"Superheroes? In New York? Give me a break!"
The table was surrounded by the Avengers. Steve appeared to be dozing off, chin resting on the heel of his hand while his head nodded as he fell in a out of consciousness as Thor devoured his meal. Natasha and Clint were eating quietly, the archer's leg propped up on her chair, neither one minding. Tony, Bruce, and Bridgette were all three busy trying to fit as much of the shawarma into their mouths as they could. Stark beat them both, already wiping his fingers clean with a napkin. Smith sat a little closer to Banner than was probably needed but she didn't care. She was sure to keep her leg against the doctor's, making him choke when her foot tapped his, on purpose of course.
Everything was quiet in the restaurant. No one was talking and no one really needed to. The silence was peaceful yet awkward and funny at the same time. Bridgette couldn't help but smile as she took another bite.
"These so called heroes have to be held responsible for the destruction done to the city. This was their fight. Where are they now?"
The sky was clear and sunny, as if it hadn't been ripped open to make way for an alien portal the day before. Everyone was cleaned up and it was a little odd to see them out of their battle clothes. Natasha was wearing dark jeans and a stylish light color jacket, while Clint had his dark sunglasses covering his eyes, sporting a leather coat as he remained stationed at the Russian's side. Thor was wearing his Asgardian armor, as was Loki as he was being led in chains, mouth covered by a muzzle. Tony's car was fast and stylish as he pulled up beside Bruce's SHIELD escort. Followed by a rumble as Steve pulled up on his motorcycle, Bridgette hitching a ride with the Captain, with her donned in straight leg jeans and a new little light blue scarf tied around her neck. Her spare set of glasses were sitting on the top of her head while the Captain wore his civilian clothes of a plaid shirt and military inspired jacket. They were all accounted for.
"Where are the Avengers now?"
"I'm not currently tracking their whereabouts. I'd say they've earned a leave of absence."
"And the Tesseract?"
Bruce used the tongs to lift the glowing blue Tesseract from the case, unable to touch it with his bare hands. Tony gave an encouraging nod as the doctor moved the cube to the secure cylinder that Thor was holding. The power source fit snugly inside the container that sealed, restraining the bright blue light. Thor gave a stern look to his brother who rolled his eyes, cuffed hand gripping the opposite handle of the case.
The team surrounded the two gods, watching the column of blue light strike the two Asgardians like a blast of lightning, taking them back home. Worlds away.
"The Tesseract is where it belongs. Out of our reach."
"That's not your call."
"I didn't make it. I just didn't argue with the god that did."
"So you let him take it and the war criminal, Loki, who should be answering for his crime."
"Oh, I think he will be."
"I don't think you understand what you've started, letting loose the Avengers on this world. They're dangerous."
"They sure are, and the whole world knows it. Every world knows it."
"Was that the point of this? A statement?"
Agent Romanov handed Dr. Banner his duffle bag with a small smile, a quiet wish of good luck. Steve shook hands with Tony, getting along much better now than before. Bridgette was sure to get her last few words in to everyone. Wishing Natasha luck, telling Clint how great it was to meet and fight alongside him. She shook Tony's hand and they each exchanged a teasing smirk, knowing that they would see each other again soon.
"Need a ride back home?" offered Captain Rogers. The girl nodded, moving her glasses back down to her nose, disguise in place. The two were walking toward the bike when an idea struck her, making her gasp.
"One second! I forgot something!" she asked.
Her shoes clacked against the street as she jogged back over to Stark's attractive vehicle, giving a wave. Tony smirked as he tossed Banner's bag into the trunk.
"Bruce!" she called. The doctor flinched slightly at the sound of his name being called but he turned around nonetheless.
"Yes-?" Bridgette's hands slid around his neck, bringing him down to her level, her mouth stealing his in a kiss. Only when she couldn't breathe, she pulled away, grinning.
"I'll see you around, doc."
She made to step away when he gripped her, pulling her tight to him in an embrace. Romanov tensed, reaching for her gun but Barton calmed her. Bridgette returned the grip, hugging him tightly, face nuzzled in his shoulder.
"Sir, how does it work now? They've gone their seperate ways now, some pretty extremely far. We get into a situation like this again, what happens then?"
"They'll come back."
"Because we'll need them to."
The wind pushed her russet bangs back as she gripped the material of the Captain's jacket as they rode down the New York streets. She couldn't wipe the smile from her face even if she tried. She was so happy. Bridgette Smith was actually, really, truly happy. And she loved it.
REVIEW! I know it's short as it is only a conclusion for the story but alas, it is the end for this one. And I want to say how amazingly fantastic you all have been as readers and reviewers, you seriously all made me so happy and inspired with all of your support and interest in the story and Bridgette. I couldn't have done it without you! So, as a head's up to your future-gift-to-be, here's a title to look out for...
Buried secrets never really stay buried. In fact, it's right when you think you've got them beat when they rear their ugly heads and pull you back under, their teeth sinking it's hooks into you. Bridgette Smith is no exception. The truth is going to come out, whether she wants it to or not...
Thank you so much I hope you all enjoyed!