Lucy:

I love mornings. They are always so peaceful and colorful. I woke up on Thursday and began to fix a yummy breakfast for my roommate, Piper, and I.  It was kind of our unspoken agreement. She hated mornings, and I was always tired by the evening. So, I made breakfast and she made dinner.

Piper already had the news on when I returned from getting dressed. Destruction of catastrophic proportions filled the screen and was compared with the damage caused in New York and DC a few months ago. Pictures of really muscular guys popped up next along with a pretty ginger woman. They apparently had been responsible for all three incidents.

The screen flashed with the dead or wounded bodies. Ick. The news is always such a downer. I quickly snatched the remote and turned off the television, ignoring Piper's grumbling.

The ride to work was quiet as Piper was deep in thought. It was kind of unusual for her. She dropped me off without a word and sped off quickly.

I entered the courthouse and began. I definitely hadn't dreamed of being a cleaning lady when I was younger; but it paid so I was content. It wasn't so bad. The courthouse was my favorite job so far. There was always something exciting going on.

Like right then. I looked through the glass door to see a huge crowd of people with signs and angry faces. There were a few reporters. Gosh, even the police were there blocking the entrance.

Though I longed to see what was going on, I also didn't want to get fired, so I returned to my work. Everything was fine for about twenty minutes. I was able to mop most of the floor and everything smelled fresh and clean. Then the shouting grew louder. I peered at the door to see police escorting a very tall man through the crowd. Cameras were flashing in his face and the lights reflected off of his dark sunglasses.

'That's weird,' I thought, 'We never had celebrities here before.'

I searched for any clues as to who this guy was. I didn't have to look very far. Signs pumped up and down over protesters' heads. The exclamations ranged from 'Lock up Rogers' to 'Thank you, Steve!'. One even said 'Steve Rogers is bae'. Steve Rogers? The name rang a bell, but I couldn't place it.

My train of thought derailed as Mr. Rogers and a few officers stepped through the door. It was only then that I remembered that I had just mopped the floor in the lobby. I cringed to see one of the cops' feet fly out from under him. He didn't hit the floor, however; but was helped back to his feet by Mr. Rogers, who stood a full head taller than him.

I scurried into the adjoining hallway before they could spot me. I peeked around the corner after they walked past. There was something unusual about that guy. Not to mention the fact that he was extremely attractive. He wore a brown leather jacket over a tight white t-shirt that showed off his enormous muscles.

"Hey!" My boss' voice startled me from my trance, "What do you think you're doing?"

Hi! I'm Badwolf7585's friend, UstaQueen! I am so excited to be writing this fanfiction with her. As you can see, I'm writing as Lucy Locke. This is the first fanfiction I've ever written, so I hope you guys like it.  - UQ