Chapter 1
Time passes by so quickly, like a blink of an eye, or a karate bitch slap, whichever faster. It is now in the glorious year of 2019. The whole world is changed almost completely, fulfilling the dreams of the people in the past of how it would be like. Gravity free cars, teleportation, buttonless video games and all. A tree is usually planted here and there, not much but it's still there. People do still need to breathe, after all. Steve Rogers sat at the bar, drinking coffee and then wincing at the very, very bitter taste like he usually does every morning. Then he has this look on his face, still not used to the change of enviroment.
He felt old, very, very old. Watching all these things and thinking vaguely that you can never be apart of it feels very lonely. He was born decades, nearing a century, ago. He was part of one of the bloodiest world war in history and frankly, it is quite hard to believe that peace almost solid, excluding the attack from the god of mischief, which is Loki, who's trapped in Asgard, here and there, not was violent as the one in 2012, it was small and tricky, nonetheless.
"Don't you even dare wasting on that cup of delicous coffee, evil capsicle!" Steve turns to see Tony Stark in his usual suit and smirk in place.
"I wasn't." He replies lamely, he actually was going to leave the coffee there and go on a stroll around the modern city of New York. He never liked to drink coffee, but the aroma on the other hand...
"Che, and I'm not Tony fucking Stark." Both of them chuckles at this, it's amusement to them. Verbal abuse, that is, to Tony. 'cause Steve Rogers would never EVER do that. He's captain freaking America damnit!
"Excuse me," A voice is sounded, but neither of them heard so they continued chatting.
"EXCUSE ME. YOU DAMN SHITTY EXCUSE OF A HERO!"
Okay, now THAT caught the attention of both snickering, full grown men. Tony narrows his eyes as he stares at this person, he's around seventeen or eighteen and he has fair brown hair and amethyst angry, but sparkly eyes. He seems to be wearing a baeige coloured uniform and he's holding on to a fluffy paw of a toy polar bear. Or so they thought, until it moved and tried to bite the other man's hand. TRIED. Steve gapes, but not entirely surprised.
"Who are you? And I believe that you have no rights to call me a shitty excuse since I saved your sorry ass years ago." Tony crosses his arms and scowls at the newcomer. Steve kept quiet, eyes calculating. Somehow, this person looks really damn familiar.
Must be a look alike from someone he once knew, he just can't place a finger on it.
"Back off, I wasn't even in America at that time. My country wasn't even affected, and right now, I wouldn't even give a flying fig. My name is Matthew Williams, I presume that you are the Avengers?"
Tony twitched.
"Isn't that obvious?"
"I'm just reassuring myself, you dumbass." The guy shot back, though very fiesty, not very noticable.
"What do you want from us?" Steve breaks in before Tony could make another comment. He really doesn't want another fight in his favourite restaurant. They make the best, he mean it, THE BEST pancakes and cheesecakes, EVER.
"This is not the place to talk, come with me."
"Did you really think that we're going to follow you just like that you little asshol-," A piece of paper is shoved up to Tony's face. Matthew rubs his temples and pinches on the bridge of his nose.
"I have the approval from Nick Fury. This is his fucking acceptance now will you please come with me so that I won't go all hulk on you. Trust me, I WILL be pissed and you know what they say about angry canadians. " Matthew cut Tony off from even saying anything.
"I don't-,"
"Just. come. with. me."
"Alright, only because I'm curious what all this is about." Tony mutters, drinking Steve's coffee and heads out with Captain America following in curiosity. Matthew can only roll his eyes. Such typical men in the daily lives of the Avengers.
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"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Williams." Nick Fury squinted his eye and looks at the said Canadian closely. If you skim around briefly, you won't know that he's actually there. Matthew nods silently to the SHIELD Director. The room is just the same as before, if not, a little more technology based. It's totally cool, y'know? Floating chairs and automatic coffee maker... That damn coffee maker was heaven sent, according to Tony Stark.
"Likewise." He replies curtly with a nod of his head. He seems to be doing that alot. What crawled up his ass to make him so insufferable?
"What seems to be the problem that all of the Avengers have to be here to hear it? You wouldn't talk to anyone about it until everyone was gathered." Nick spoke. No matter what Matthew does, he can never ever be as intimidating as a normal guy, except the time when he smiles with no actual feelings behind it. That's really creepy and it freaks people out.
"I'm Matthew, you people know that and I'm a representative of Canada. That's what you found out about me, don't give me that look Stark, I saw you doing a background check on me in the limo-," there he gives a dark glare to the billionaire, " But in fact that's not at all the truth."
"What do you mean?" Natasha Romanov asks while Tony actually jumps off his chair and circles Matthew saying, "Are you telling us that you're the ACTUAL president of Canada? Is that it? I knew it!"
"No, I'm NOT the president of Canada. I AM Canada."
Silence.
"I think I have something caught in my ear." Clint Barton, Hawkeye, rubbed his ear a bit, others seems confused or shocked.
"Have you gone completely loonatic? You came to the SHIELD peacekeeping agency from god knows where-," Tony pointedly ignored that Matthew mentions that he's Canadian, therefore he came from Canada, "and you tell us that you're CANADA!? What shit are you trying to pull here?!"
"This is one of- no, this IS the best kept secret from the beginning of time, sort of, to the world. Each country would have a personfication, a human, to represent their people and only the government knows about us. It makes things easier actually, in world meetings and all. We are not a threat, I assure you, no matter what you do to us, we can never die because our hearts lies in the people themselves."
"... Wow, you really thought this story through." Clint cracks up, doubling over in laughter. The others tries to join in, but Matthew isn't smiling. He's being entirely serious.
"Seriously, there's Thor from Asgard, Captain America who lived over fucking decades and you won't believe that I'm a country. How fucked up is this?" Matthew mutters darkly, before clearing his throat, speaking again in a louder voice, "Whether you believe that or not, I need your help." He cut in sharply. His polar bear crawls onto the table and growls threateningly. No one seems to believe him, but they listened anyways.
"My brother, the united states of America, your country, is requesting for your help."
"You know what? This seems fun, I'm just going to play along with this game. Why does he need my help- ow, damnit Steve! Ahem, our help?" Tony glares at the amused old but young looking american dude.
"This does not concern USA himself, rather, his best friend, brother, England. You must have noticed that the country has already closed off, have you seen the huge wall? By the new elected government, ensuring the world and the english people that it was for their own good? Well, we have received a message that the government is planning something in there and I have a hundred percent of confirmation that it isn't anything good."
"Point, oh gracious country of Canada! Get to the damn point." Natasha smacks Tony on the head out of annoyance. The world number one billionaire, one of the world's greatest super hero and playboy genius can also be really irritating at most times. Most.
"America had went into undercover to search for England two months ago, and we haven't got a word out of him yet. I suspect the worse, so I need you to help him AND England."
"What makes you think that we would ablige to your commands? This all seemes very suspicious to me." Thor bellowed, surprising Matthew.
"I'm serious, Director Fury, I request that you send your avengers to help my brother, please." Matthew stresses out the last word, his fist clenches so hard that it drew out blood.
There's more silence hanging in the air like a bat.
"We do have recent reports that their government was importing something big, fragile and possibly dangerous into the country." Nick murmured, "Alright, I'll leave the avengers to you." Matthew is about to sigh and drop to the ground but then Nick opens his mouth again with a smirk, "On one condition."
The director slid a file to Matthew, who takes it with suspicion.
The deal is made, Steve and the others just didn't have the time to make up what just happened. Without any warning, the canadian stands up stiffly and walks out from the meeting room. It would be as normal if it weren't for Natasha's sharp observations. This set up new found alarms in each Avengers's mind.
"His hands were bleeding just a second ago, but when he got out, I saw that his hands are completely healed."
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"How the hell are we getting to England!? It's shut off from the rest of the world, remember?"
"Tony Stark, hello?" The iron man rolls his eyes as all of them are sitted in the plane that's owned by Tony comfortably, with their weapons at their side. Trust Tony to pull a few strings here and there, getting them in to the isolated country without suspicion.
"Right, Tony fucking Stark." Clint laughs.
It's strange to see how the normally serious Avengers to be sitting in a plane and just relaxing themsleves, Matthew muses while looking out of the small puny window to the open summer sky. He remembered how his brother would gape and gasp about how endless the sky looked from above, he could never forget his megawatt smile that could light up anyone's world, he... he was- no, he IS a hero.
Now he's missing, in England. A country that's been shut off a few years after the new government took over. They seemed too good to be true back then, but the people believed. To them, that's all that matters. Now? Nothing came in, nothing came out. Isolated like the Bermuda Triangles. Canada, Matthew, grits his teeth. He WILL get his brother back, and England too. No matter what.
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"Wait, you're meaning to say that CAPTAIN AMERICA, STEVE ROGERS the HERO is coming to back us up?! ZOMGWEHAVETOMEETHIMHE'SLIKEMYBESTFUCKINGFRIENDAND-," The man yelps out in pain when his rather strong biceps are being pinched, hard. The man looks exactly like Steve, good looking and hot, if it weren't for the cowlip and his texas.
Bright summer blue eyes glimmering in excitement and natural blonde hair, they're quite at the same height as well. They aren't just physically similar, both of them do have something in common. Being the hero. Also, America prefers to have his fringe down instead of being brushed up, being more boyish. Like a heartthrob in a girl's magazine.
"Shut up, America. Do you want the Government's dogs to find us, lad? I don't need another round painkillers when I get back to the base while evacuating these people to a safer area." The other man snapped, shaking his head. He's a few inches shorter than the other, he has wild sandy blonde hair and majectically magnificent cold emerald green eyes. His whole appearance just screamed 'power', just like a king of the once proud British empire that the sun never sets on. The man has a cig stuck to his left ear, just in case.
Both of them are on a mission to gather all the residents in the ghost city of London to a safer area near their base, now they're on the last street where most of the families are most likely to be in. There are guards everywhere and anyone would be suicidal and crazy to pull off a stunt like this, but these two people are definitely not ordinary.
"Right, let's split up. I'll go north and you'll go south. I'll meet you back at the base in a few hours." America instructs, all jokes gone. The other man nods and heads off to south. America can take care of himself, he's huge and strong and not to mention, charming, even to the enemies since they couldn't really recognise him as one of the people who would rebel. He looks way too kind for that, which is why he's suitable for being in the resistance that England had set up.
England goes through all the houses through the backdoor and the people will just follow him quietly, the children would watch his every movement with their big eyes and England just lets them because it's not everyday you get to see your own country in a uniform, getting residents to evacuate, not that the kids know that he's a country, of course.
Then suddenly, sirens sounded through out the whole street. England snaps into action huddles the residents, there aren't many thank god, into a corner of a random house. Then the coutry is left to fight alone against a group of heavily armed people. Before he can even charge, a small hand holds him back. He looks and saw a little girl giving him a grateful smile, reminding him of why he is staking his life for. After shooeing away the girl into safety, the fight begins.
The men charges at England, who smirks and dodged every punches they threw at him. Then they got tired and pulls out their weapons and begins to shoot. Now THAT's a problem because if he dodge, the area that the residents are in will be in danger. So before the bullets can even reach the man, a strange Aurora looking haze covers him, stopping the bullets effectively and with a wave of his hand, the bullets flies back to the shocked men and shoots them straight in the head.
When every single one of them falls down dead, England sighs as the haze disappears. He hates using his experimental abilities like that, it reminds him of where it came from. England shudders and went back to the house to reassure the people who are currently freaking out and to meet America back at the base after sending them to the closest hidden area closest to the base, then heading back to the head quarters itself, damn. He really needs a cup of tea. Make it earl grey tea.
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"We have to get in there underwater through a tunnel? Excuse me, but we can't breathe that long." Clint pointed out, deappan. They reached to the enmormous wall where the guards can't spot them. Around the wall there's also a lake, where the resistance used to import weapons.
"That's why we have scuba diving kits. Iron man can go in without one because of his own suit and plus, I want to save up. Those kits are a bitch to pay now go and wear them, I'll be waiting for you guys." Matthew spoke and goes off.
"Wait, don't you want your own-," Clint's cut off by the canadian's smirk.
"I won't die, I can breath underwater."
What?
So the men, and Natasha, got into their scuba kits and jumps gracefully into the clear water. The sight before them is fascinating, and scary at the same time. There're countless of skulls surrounding the ground, lots of seaweed as well. Steve nearly shrieked at the sight of them because hey, who wouldn't be afraid of when there's like three meters of water and two meters covered with skulls and seaweed? It's like a giant monster waiting to eat them or something. Surprisingly, when they look at Matthew, they notices him being in normal clothes and seems to be breathing normally, underwater. He swims ahead effortlessly and leads them downwards, through the seaweeds.
"Steve, you are hilarious." The said man turns to see Tony laughing at his expression when they have to go downwards. Steve glares at the man as hard as he could through his goggles. He forgot that the ironman suit enables him to talk, damnit.
As they swim through the tunnels, the avengers notice that it's covered with endless of photos. Who are they? They all wonder the same thing, Matthew didn't comment because he knew that he doesn't want them to know the story from him. It's not appropriate.
Around twenty minutes later of complicating pathways, they finally swim up to the long lasting surface. They all quickly got out of the water, Clint having to get out in a very dramatic way like flipping his non existant long hair like Ariel from the little mermaid. The others roll their eyes and adjusts their sight, expecting at least a welcome but-
"Put your hands up where I can see them, you assholes. Who the fuck are you?" Then gunshots are fired.
Right.
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"America, your coffee." England slides to sit up to the rather tall stool beside the bar underground. Their base is well, underground and pretty much technology built. Anyone who comes in would have been shocked at how professional the whole place seems to be, being created by England and a few of his aquiantances. A small sound beeped, England pulls his hand up to his ear where his earpiece device is responding in static and whispers, listening attentively. Then a small smile perks on his lips, making America curious.
"What?" He asks after England disconnects the call.
"The Avengers are here, aren't you excited?"
"OHMYGAWDYEAH! LET'S GO!" Gulping his coffee, he rushes into the elevator and repeatingly pushing the G button until the door FINALLY closes on him. England grits his teeth.
"Shut UP you twit!"
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After two hours of attacking the Avengers, the rest gave up and ask for their identification. Then they contacted 'England' and said that they could wait in the lobby while tossing Tony a map. It's very detailed and the billionaire is impressed. They walk through many halls and pictures like they did through the water filled tunnel. When they reach the lobby, it looks as if they just stepped into a six, possibly seven, stars hotel. There's even a receptionist counter with the bell and everything!
"America will be with you in a moment, he's-," The receptionist's cut off, rather rudely.
"THE HERO IS HERE!" The woman sighs and went back to her work, being used to it.
"Whoa." Tony blinks, he looks exactly like Steve. He turns to see the said man looking at the so called hero who just walked in through the elevator in shock, jaw dropping and all. Natasha remains emotionless and Clint's laughing very, very loud. Bruce Banner smiles kindly as the unknown hero approaches them. He took in the sight of Steve and smiles widely. Steve is shocked by a completely different reason, he squints his eyes and looks at him in disbelief, causing the others to be puzzled.
"What's up, cap?" Tony nudges his arm, no response.
This is not possible, he thinks, it CAN'T be.
"Alfred Jones?"
"Steve Rogers! It'd been awhile, isn't it?" The hero gives off a fond smile.
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England looks at them through the huge screen in his lab. It's not surprising that He's working on new weapons that can diffuse his abilities so it will come in handy during battles. Though the material is not easy to find because England's abilities can be very destructive if not handled properly. His fingers ran through his dishelved hair, at least America got to meet his friend again from the 1940s. Hooray.
America is a very lucky country. England turns to get a glass of skotch, he's going to take a break and remember the times in the first world war, yes, that'll be nice. Better than watching America reuniting with his old friends decades ago. Damn his heart.
-What do you think?