EVENTS THAT HAVE ALREADY HAPPENED/CURRENTLY HAPPENING:
Iron Man - May 2, 2008
Incredible Hulk - June 13, 2008
Iron Man 2 - May 7, 2010
Thor - May 6, 2011
Captain America the First Avenger - 1940 to July 22, 2011

Sigma takes place between Thor and Captain America the First Avenger. The starting date of the real story starts is on June 28, 2011.

*Note: When someone has written/spoken in Greek, the English translation will have a 'G' in front of it. When someone has written/spoken in French, the English translation will have a 'F' in front of it. Also, in Greek, the symbols are used for writing while the letters are used for speaking.*

*CURRENT YEAR: 2011 (21 years later)*

"Ugh. I'm finally home." Lauren collapses on her couch, not even bothering to take off her shoes and fancy black dress. She eyes her digital clock, seeing it click to the time 1:40 in the morning. Right beside the clock, she spots a stack of envelopes that she remembers bringing in and promising herself that she would open up when she got home. Unfortunately, Lauren was running late for the recital and was unable to open the letters beforehand.

Forcing herself up, Lauren stumbles over to the envelopes and flips through them. Credit card applications, postcards from random people, one stray bill, fan mail, and one blue envelope. She places the rest of the mail down and looks at the return address for the blue envelope. She knows that place anywhere. Lauren cracks a smile and opens the letter.

"My dearest Lauren," she reads out loud in a dramatic voice to herself. "It has been quite some time since you last visited. You know how I feel about phones, so I thought I'd invite you the old fashioned way. Why don't you come over for a little catching-up time with your old man? I understand if it's a no, as I haven't been to your recent recitals. Just let me know either way! I'll accept texting this one time!

Love,
Πατέρας (G Father)."

Lauren rolls her eyes at the reminder of her dad's pet peeve. She never understood why he hated modern technology that much. She whips out her phone and messages, "I'll be there tomorrow at noon!"

Lauren remembers when she and her father had kept up speaking in Greek. After her mom died, Lauren would cope with the loss by having conversations with her father in the Greek language. Now it has just become sort of a habit. She has to admit, seeing strangers on the street become confused when they hear them speaking in Greek makes her amused.

The blonde sighs, putting down her phone and sleepily puts on her silk pajamas. She crawls into bed and goes to sleep, not even having a dream because she's so tired.

***

The horrid alarm clock rings, making Lauren's green eyes shoot open. She pounds the top of the machine with her fist and it thankfully turns off. Lauren pushes herself up, blows some blonde strays out of her face, and jumps out of bed.

After her morning routine, Lauren slips of a light jacket and grabs her keys. She tucks her phone into her jacket's zip pocket and heads out the door, jumping into her sweet aqua blue sports car.

Lauren tried to be modest with her money when it came to her house. Being a famous pianists in France had its perks. Her house isn't really mansion-like, but it is bigger than the average house. Her car though, she didn't hold back on. After all, a person's car is supposed to reflect their personality. Lauren is energetic, bright, and loves the color aqua blue.

Humming along to the piano music playing from her audio, Lauren makes her way to Paris where she used to live. After she became a pianist, she moved to the city of Rouen and became famous in the city. She tends to travel around France a lot, so she was grateful when she came home. Though, she'll leave the comfort of her house if her dad wants to see her.

After about an hour and fifty minutes, Lauren arrives in the beautiful city just before the clock strikes noon. She easily finds her old house and parks. Excited that she's about to see her dad, Lauren jumps out of the roofless car without even bothering to open the car door, and rings the doorbell. After a couple seconds, Lauren's dad, Eric, answers.

"You haven't changed one bit, Laur." The man's hair is grey and his aged face is lined with wrinkles. Even so, Lauren can still make out the distinct features of her dad's looks and remembers what he used to look like.

"Neither have you, Dad." Lauren and her dad hug and he invites her into the house.

"Now I know you just got here, but how about we go out for lunch? I'll drive." Lauren nods at her dad's suggestion, relieved he offered to drive. She was never a fan and preferred to walk.

The two hop into Eric's car and drive to an ordinary restaurant. They order a table for two and are seated immediately. After their drinks come and they've decided on a meal, the two converse and try to catch up on each other's lives.

"Yes, this time it was something from my own design. I was inspired by this melody I heard on YouTube, but the person played it on a violin. I asked them for permission of course, and they received ten percent of the profit." Lauren finishes her sentence as she takes a sip of her Dr. Pepper soda.

"Oh now I really wish I would have heard it! It's one of the first times you've written a piece and played it in front of people!" Just after Eric finishes his complaint, the waiter comes by.

"Avez-vous décidé deux? (F Have you two decided?)" The waiter writes down the duo's orders, but before he leaves he says, "H-hum, tu es très belle mademoiselle. (F U-um, you are very beautiful miss.)" The waiter blushes, realizing what he said, and hurriedly speedwalks back to the kitchen.

Lauren's cheeks turn pink and her dad chuckles. "Looks like even the people who don't know you for your fame still think you're pretty."

"Stamatíste ton Patéra! (G Shut up Father!)" Eric chuckles at his daughter's small tantrum. Just then, a familiar face for Eric walks by.

"Mr. Thompson, is that you?" Lauren looks up to find a striking man who looks to be around her age. His hair is curly and brown, and his eyes sparkle blue. He seems to be on the taller end of the height spectrum, probably topping Lauren by about three inches. His face is long as is his nose, but Lauren thinks the look suits him.

"Ah! Troy, my good lad! Did you just arrive?" The man Troy and Lauren's dad shake hands at the confirmation that they know each other.

"Actually, I'm just leaving. Came for a nice iced tea here on this hot afternoon." Troy's eyes flicker over to Lauren for a second, and her dad notices.

"Ah, Troy, this here is my daughter, Lauren," Eric introduces them and the two shake hands. "He's my right hand man in the shop. My top producer and builder! I'm handing the business over to him when I retire!"

"Mr. Thompson, you flatter me too much!" Troy scratches the back of his head and looks down.

"My dad doesn't parise that many people. If he's saying this about you then I believe it to be true." Lauren takes another sip, proud of herself for not stuttering and contributing to the conversation.

"That is quite true, Lauren. And Troy, you know who my daughter is." Eric nods in Lauren's direction, who of which is mentally cursing her dad for directing the attention back to her.

"Of course! The feisty piano player!" Lauren can't hold in her laugh at Troy's description of her. It was basically on point. "Well, I must go back home. I hope to see you around, Lauren!" Troy waves and leaves the restaurant.

"He's something else, huh?" Lauren says to her dad once Troy is out of earshot.

"Troy reminds me of myself when I was your age. Full of energy."

"And you said he was going to take over when you retire?"

"Yes. Even if he isn't that good at designing the products he wants to make, he is the best at creating them and actually building it. It makes a good worker." Lauren nods at her father's explanation and their food finally comes out.

After lunch, Lauren tips the nice waiter thirteen euros and the two make their way back to Eric's house. The two family members play double solitaire, watch American Jeopardy, and converse some more. It seems like only five minutes have passed when it was time to go to bed.

"I'll see you in the morning, Laur. How about cinnamon rolls for breakfast?" Lauren jumps in the air and pumps her fists up at her dad's suggestion. Lauren's dad smiles at his daughter's enthusiasm. It's just like how it used to be, except for Crystal isn't here.

Lauren goes to bed and so does her dad, but not before looking at the picture on his bedside table. The person on the left is him, Eric, with fiery red hair and green eyes, and looking much younger than he does now. Lauren sits on top of his shoulders, smiling as big as she can. On the right is a beautiful woman with long blonde hair and hazel green-blue eyes, smiling delicately at the camera. Lauren looks just like Crystal. Except her eyes are from me, Eric thinks to himself as he dozes off to sleep.

***

Lauren's eyes shoot open when she hears a loud crash from downstairs.