Surprise
"I need coffee, lots of coffee. Liter of coffee and also chocolate." I whisper quietly and let my heavy head fall on the table in the living room. I have no idea how long I am awake. The only thing I knew was that before I had the power to dive into the realm of dreams, I had to have a papers written and sent to the professor, which decides on one of several important marks in the class subject. I should have started writing earlier and not leaving it for the last days before handing it over. But that's the way it always is. All plans and timetables fly through the window. Now I have to bear the consequences.
The whole table was covered with papers and books, notes, and other mess. In the middle sat open computer with unfinished work. I missed a few more pages to finish, which I had time until midnight before the profector closes the email. Maybe I could throw a snooz and then continue writing. It does not sound like a bad idea. But I think someone did not get an echo with this offer. As soon as this sentence passed through my head, there was an annoying and very loud bell at the door. I should destroy it. How stupid the bell was. It just distracts people from very important things. Like sleep. Sleep is a very important thing. After coffee and food. True.
I grumpily complain under my nose on the way to the door. I rub my eyes tiredly. If I don't get A for papers, so I will quit the whole study. Really. It just destroys me there. That is a very good idea.
With a yank, I opened the front door. I didn't look to eyehole. I probably had. Otherwise I wouldn't opened. Never. I would play dead. It would be better. For me and everyone around.
Why?
"Uncle Phile!" I'm screaming when the strong hands get around me and press me to the solid body. I really don't expected that. Not in a very wild dream. What's he doing here?
"Orion, I'm so glad to see you." He held me very tight as if he was afraid I would disappear.
"What are you doing here, Uncle Phile." I'm laughing. I get out of his arms and look at his face in surprise. He looked like me. Awfully. Maybe with a better cover. Makeup? I'll have to figure out the secret, but first I have to crack what he's been doing here. Strange. How many months have passed since the last visit?
"You look terrible." Critically commented on my condition. Like you didn't look alike.
"Thanks." I sarcastically make a comment with a grin. Then I noticed them. I don't know how I've not seen them before. They were huge and very tall. Though everybody is all tall against me. Everywhere muscles and edges.
Light and dark.
They were similar but still different. I felt strength from them and the will to go for the other to the end of the world, or to jump into the collapsing and burning house. I have never seen this strong connection between two people. Yet in some places it was broken. As if it were violently separated and slowly healing as time went on.
"Who is it." I unconsciously withdrew to my apartment. I don't think they missed my action. The three pairs of eyes focused on me. But only one knew why it happened.
"I have a request for you. I don't want to tell you in the corridor so everyone can hear it." He turned me around and pushed deeper into apartment before I could say anything or respond. The men was behind us. The blond man threw on me an apologetic expression. The brownhead closed the door behind him. His face was like a desert. No expression. Everything buried deep deep inside.
Who are these people?
"Uncle Phile, what's going on?!" Abruptly I pull out and walk a few steps to the table to make some space between us and turn to face them. I was tired, had to finish the papers and send it and then prepare for the tomorrow's seminar. To sleeping, I said goodbye at the door, but not to the papers. However, I feel that it will not depend on my decision.
"Who are they? Why are they here?" I have millions of questions, but these have won.
"We need help." Uncle Phil turned slightly to the two. They had to be important. Possible superiors. I felt a delicate tickle in the back of my head as if I knew them from somewhere. Maybe from television?
"What's going on here." Wearily I rub my eyes.
"Orion, I want to introduce you Steven Rogers alias Captain America and James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes alias Winter Soldier." Introduces blonde and brown hair. What?!!!
"What?!!" I blurts out in disbelief. What the hell is going on here?
"I need your help. Avengers need your help." He seriously said and stared into my eyes.
What is going on?
*Last Sunrise*