3 Just Another Day
Alivia's POV
I haven't done much in my first week in this apartment. So far, I've only, -counts fingers- unpacked, gone grocery shopping and relaxed. Well, in my defense I've needed to get comfortable. I'm gonna be here for a year after all. ...A really long year at this rate.
I've tried relaxing, but so far that just consists of reading manga, playing my video games and watching some movies I brought from home. Work hasn't even started yet, but it will soon. But for now.....
I'm bored. Absolutely, positively down right bored. I don't have the faintest idea what to do for fun in New York. Seriously, how do people have fun here?
Hang out with friends?
'Just moved here so, fuck...'
Go shopping?
'Sure, spend all my hard earned money that I have yet to make. Brilliant idea! Even if I browse the shops I'd just be torturing myself, prices I wouldn't be able to afford. I don't need to get kicked out of shops due to dress codes that I'm not aware of, thank you very much.'
See the sights?
'Sure, more money guzzling activity. Sure, I want to see the statute of liberty after all it's a symbol of our country, .... and more so because Logan left scares on Lady Liberty! Damn! That was amazing!! Gotta watch that! I'll do that tonight!'
'No focus! Dim-wad!' -slaps face- 'What do I want to do now? Though, I will watch X men later!'
Go to the park?
'Could work. It'd get me out of this .... living space. Though does New York have a park beside Central Park? Would they even have swing sets here? I don't want to just walk. I want to have FUN! Plus, I'm gonna be stuck here a year... same sights... if I get used to them... it might be a possibility I'll die of boredom. And THAT would be agonizing.'
Yep. The Good o'l boring life of an adult. Guess that's settled. Exploring it is!
Besides, I do need to get aquatinted with the whole route to work thing, and hopefully the park. I need to know how long it'll take to get there, and I really need to know how to get there in general.
———— Time Skip ———— getting ready is such a bore ————
Who knew? Walking down the street of New York could be considered a type of adventure just by itself.
There's been a few crowds here and there. I'm assuming there were some rich and or famous people in there somewhere.
It's kind of like the news such as Good Morning America, which I assume is somewhere here in New York. Never really paid attention to lethal entertainment, *cough* i mean, the news.
I have a really big pet-peave about news in general. They. Are. Entertainment. They go after ratings. Aiming for the biggest, the juiciest, the most scandalous story, just to feed their ratings. Regardless if it's true or not. It's very easy to bend the truth by presenting one side of an opinion or fact. They like to do that, shortening quotes, simplifying scientific facts to make it easier for the audience to understand or so they claim.
There's no such thing as a pure fact. It's all perspective. Who's bad, who's good. It's all perspective. Do we ask why? Do we care? Like Really care? Which ones do we chose to forgive? To find a fact, you need information, All of it, before we judge.
To get true news you have to search, physically search for it. And honestly I've had enough of that at school. I find watching the news a waste of my time. They dramatize issues so much and giving one side of the argument while, at best, briefly showing or stating a summarized version of the opposition. Oh! Even better, the News is a Business and it too can be silenced or swayed to a side. "Hot coffee" anyone? It's a good documentary.
I don't need the news. I can get the weather and temp with my iPad or computer. I only use my TV for video games and movies, with the occasional TV shows such as Castle and NCIS, there are a few Shows I desperately miss, but they just aren't the same. Altered or canceled.
Long story short. It's once every blue moon, do I watch TV.
Being in the apartment for so long, this walk is long over due and if I had happened to see someone famous, I'm guessing I'd just walk on the other side of the street.
One, I don't want to be killed by crazed fans. Two, I want to respect their privacy. I'm sure some of them find it annoying after a few years of ... crazy. The media is bad enough, now add the violation of privacy we all treasure as citizens, but force our curious eyes on. I don't want to be that over excessive fan. I want to see them as them. I just want to be their friend.
After self ranting, I finally found Central Park. All right! It's a good thing I left early. I kept getting lost! Seriously, I couldn't remember which roads everyone kept saying to take.
... I never realized how... big Central Park is. It's not a national park, right?
I should find out....
Apparently Central Park has other smaller parks in it, well what I consider a park. With all these playgrounds one of them should have a nice swing ... OH! speak of the devil! Even better I've got plenty of time!! YES!!!
I'm running to the empty swing with a large smile. I absolutely love how swinging let's me feel free, without a care in the world. I can stare at the sky and ignore the world below me. 'I'm so glad I still look like a teen. It won't seem like I'm... too crazy' XP
*creek*
"Who'm I kidding!?!" XD
*creeek*
"I'm always somewhat crazy!" 'Commentary much?'
*creeek*
*creek*
*creek*
*creek*
*creek*
*creek*
'I want'
*creek*
'to Fly!'
*creek*
'The higher,'
*crek*
'...the better!'
*creek*
'I can't...'
*creek*
'There's...'
*creek*
'a problem.'
*creeek*
'There's too many kids...'
*creeeek*
' around. ...As much as I want too...'
*creeeeek*
'Fly. I can't. There's too many in my....'
*creeeeeek*
' way. So I can't. *sigh* even though I want to soooooo bad.'
- stands up -
"Hope to see you again." I whispered to the swing with a sad smile. Even though I was disappointed that I didn't have enough room to jump, or fly as I like to call it, it was still fun. It brought back some old memories. -sad smile- "I need to get back to the apartment though."
As I walk away, I decide to turn around one last time only to laugh. It was very amusing to see children swarm around the swings, as if they were famous! The kids were copying me, seeing how high they could go. Maybe it was a good thing I didn't jump. Their parents might ban me, guess I'll have to come back early morning.
I couldn't help but chuckle, "Cute." As I walked away.
Then it hit me.
"Next time," I smacked myself in the forehead, "bring a map Genius." Rolling my eyes I berated myself as I started trying to find my way back to the apartment.
??? POV
We've been watching her for a week and she's only left her apartment a few times. Unpacking or getting food. Fury was having us keep tabs so we took turns. Clint complained it was boring. I had to agree.
Can't say I was thrilled when it was my turn.... they practically kicked me out of my lab. Something about being fair, 'it's your turn' and something about this possibly putting me to sleep. Seriously?! Not. Needed. I could be working on my suits, you know Saving The World and crap. Bruce is lucky. He gets to stay in the lab... I wanna stay in the lab!
So being the Genius I am, I quickly checked on her with my suit early morning then came right back to the lab. Not like she's gonna leave any time soon.
"Tony."
"Hmm?"
"Aren't you supposed to be... you know, watching her?" Bruce questions.
"Yep" popping the 'P'
He glances over his glasses, "And your here because...."
"Oh come on," I whine. "It's not like she's gonna vanish."
He sighs, shaking his head before getting back to his work, "Really?"
"Really, really." I smile.
"Besides." Bringing up her information.
"It's far more interesting to see where she comes from! JARVIS has tried. We've traced her about 8 days back." I say heading over to show Bruce the information. "She paid cash at the gas station, so we only have her on camera."
"You look like you found a new toy."
I smile and am about to reply when —
"Sir, Miss Sky just left her apartment."
"Got it J, keep me posted."
"Speak of the devil!" *grumble* "Of course she had to. The one day I have to watch her. Take over the world, why don't you?" Rolling my eyes I head out to suit up. While Bruce just chuckled.
"Sir, she seems to be heading towards Central Park."
'Seems?'
"JARVIS, on screen" the tracking chip planted in her phone working like a charm. Normally I could just hack into a phone and track it without an extra boost. I tried. Believe me I tried. It was like her phone was ... disconnected. I knew the IP address, I knew her location, ... the phone model... Nope. Nada. Nothing. Zilch. (A/n: bare with me here I have no clue about hacking so this is an assumption)
It was invisible. It floored me, how this ...phone seemed to be off the charts.
JARVIS couldn't even find records of it being used, Ever! Bird and Widow both got visuals on her using her tech earlier. The phone calls, even internet games requiring WiFi, we got the game title and her user name, ... she wasn't in the game's system! There's always a trail, not hers ... it's nonexistent.
Her protection is Good! Either she's one Hell of a techie or she's out if this world. Let's just hope for the latter, though the lack of information seems to drive Pirate up the wall. ...Kinda fun to watch.
JARVIS was right.
'Seems' was right, She kept losing her way. She kept trying to head towards the park... seriously how many times do you need to ask someone for directions?! Just hail a cab!
———— Time Skip ————Tony's sufferings———
"Finally! Central Park. Shesh! How long does it take?!"
"Hey! At least she's not sitting on her ass!"
"Language!"
"It's true!!"
*groan* "Why are you guys on the com? I understand little Birdie, but Capsicle? Really?"
"I let them know." Bruce stated. "Nat said she'd sit this one out."
"Not exciting enough for her?" I raised my eyebrow. "So since you guys are here want to take over?"
"No, Tony it's your turn."
"Didn't hurt to try Cap." I shrugged. "Awww come on! Seriously!"
"What?" Clint asked excited.
" She okay?"
'Worry wort' "She's fine Capsicale. You really need to thaw your shorts."
"Excuse Me!?!" Now he's getting angry. Good.
Bruce interrupts, "Tony, you really don't need to rile up Steve."
"But I'm booooored! She's only stopped, like I don't know 50 times to ask for directions."
"37, Sir"
"But who's keeping track?" I ask in a jolly tone of sarcasm.
"Hah haha, well at least you get to fallow."
"What? I thought birds belonged in trees or is a little birdie jealous he couldn't fly?" I smirked.
"Funny, Tony. Real funny. Want an arrow?"
"Oh come on Clint, if you're curious join me! Who knows she just might ask the 38 —"
"39th, sir"
I rolled my eyes, "39th person, directions."
"Nah, I'm good. You can have fun though."
"Be sure to keep us posted."
And with that they signed off. Leaving me high and dry. Fun.
I decide to get out of my suit to fallow her, still in call range just in case. She seems to enjoy casually walking around the park, making a few stops, but still looking for something.
She smiles.
'Must of found it'
I look to see what it is, ...children. She starts to run.
I panic 'She better Not!' I start to run after her.
I don't know who she is, regular citizen, maybe; not likely though. Regular people have a history. They don't just appear out of thin air! She appeared 8 days ago, not years, days! She could be from a different world for all we know!
Just as I'm about to call my suit into action, she jumps onto an empty swing and sits down.
...
...
'...That's what she was excited about!? A swing!?' Okay, fine. She wasn't after the kids. Good.
Relaxing a bit, I lean against a near by tree. Away from view, don't want to be surrounded by fans at this point.
Honestly. This girl was strange, curious even. She sits on her butt all day for a week then decides, for what ever reason, to go out into the world to find a swing. ...Exhilarating.
She seems to be throughly enjoying it though. Her smile growing bigger as she swings higher and higher. Shes practically even with the bar. Other kids are enthusiastically watching, but she doesn't seem to notice them. It's literally like she's in her own world.
I find myself smiling at her as she reaches the peak and brings her elbows to the other side of the chain, forming two see-through triangles. Enthusiasm on her face every time she swings forward. Almost as if she's planning something. I smile, crossing my arms in wait.
Her eyes, even though she's still smiling, are not. They slowly die at what she sees. Children. The little kids are playing all around. She's still happy but now she shows a hint of sadness. It seems, no mater how much she wants to, she won't. She won't risk it.
So, she slowly and sadly lowers her arms back to the original swinging position lowering her descent. Still, she did seem to enjoy her time here. See? shes spent plenty of time on the swings.
She gets off the swing and walks away. As I watch, she turns. Looking back at the swings, she gives a sweet smile and chuckles. I turn my head to get a better look. I see the kids from earlier trying to copy her, all of the swings are occupied.
I look back to see her leave. Presumably back to her home. I see her once again stop and ask for directions.
I sigh as I suit up once again to fallow,
'Here we go again'
