Lucky Penny // Avengers Fanfiction

Prologue

The night was quiet and still. Nothing could be heard but the rushing of wind and the small waves lapping at the shore. The moon shone over the green fields of Goury. The small town in Normandy, France was exactly that, small. Everyone in the small community had fallen into slumber. Even the tiny group of kids, found in a run down orphanage along the road. Everything was still, just as it always was. Every night was the same. Quiet and calm, with nothing to interrupt.

But tonight wasn't normal. From the distance, a small light could be seen. A headlight. Cutting through the silence like a knife, a motor rose above the quiet wind. Coming closer and closer, a motorbike was now in view, driving calmly down the road as if no one could hear. It arrived at it's destination, the silenced orphanage, and stopped, motor clicking off to leave the small village in silence again. A helmet obscured the face of the visitor, but if it was in view, no emotion would paint their features. And even stranger still, a baby was held in the visitor's arms.

The small child didn't cry, seeming to get the message that everything was supposed to be still. Her wide, dark brown eyes were looking up at the strange visitor that held her, and her small body was wrapped in a scarf, barely helping against the cold, soft wind. It blew against the tiny girl, blowing the tiny wisps of black hair on her head. A small hand emerged from the blanket, brown in colour, almost knocking against the helmet of the stranger. Her small, dark pink lips curled up as she let out a giggle, and her flat, small nose scrunched up as the quiet noise left her lips.

The child couldn't have been older than 5 months, yet the stranger set her down on the doorstep, and mounted his bike again, disturbing the silence once more. With still no emotion, the rider left the baby on the doorstep and drove away. As the bike left the town, things became silent again, only to be broken by a child's cry. Loud and piercing through the air, the small girl had finally made a sound, crying for help.

Inside, the caretaker had woken up, noticing the small engine as it drove away. She frowned, nothing usually made a sound at night. So she got up from her bed, walked silently down the stairs, avoiding the third creaky step, and arrived at the window, curious. There was no sign of a car, no light except the moon. Her eyes followed the road down until it was too far for her to see. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, she flicked the curtains closed, and turned around, starting the trip to her bed once more. But as she came across the third creaky step, a child cried out. Loud and clear, asking for someone to notice them.

Opening the door, she looked out, and subconsciously wrapped her robe around herself. Looking down to the doormat, the caretaker's eyes fixed on the small child, helpless and struggling. Picking up the infant, she looked down the road again, hoping that someone would rush and claim the child, yet her wish was not granted. No one came, and she was left, standing on the porch, a mysterious baby in her arms. She shook herself out of her stupor, bringing the infant into the orphanage, and rocking the baby in her arms softly. Soon the child was asleep, but the caretaker could not mirror her action, as there was one question running through her mind.

Where did she come from?