The Agent They All Forgot
I remember being there with my brother at S.H.E.I.L.D. I also remember the day he fell into a deep sleep for 70 years then after a year it was my turn to sleep.
I woke up with the world different then when I remembered it and it seems they all don't remember me ether. So, I worked, and helped in the shadows and yet soon the clothes of a stubborn yet odd person is seen in my head of not sure being as to why, but I can only say three colors that jogs any memory of him: green, gold, and black.
The clothes set me off as I look at him, but what is this odd feeling that I get when around him?
My brother warns me to stay away from him, but there's something about him that I can't stay away. It's like a magnet to its polar opposite.
I walk to him and...
I DO NOT OWN THE AVENGERS, JUST THE PLOT AND MY CHARACTER.
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