An interrupted dinner

The dinner reception went ahead on time. You were seated at a table with most of your Avengers co stars, or as many as they could fit at your table, who all pleasantly shared conversation while they waited for the night's events to begin before dinner. You had great chemistry with most of them, and you were as impressed of them as they were impressed by you. There was nothing like having co stars as friends. Some were incredibly funny and others deeply engaging. Time flies when you are in such good company. Before you realized it, you were already past the main course, right after Chris Evans cracking an inside joke that had the entire table noisy with laughter. You were having a good time, just like the times when you had the pleasure of working with them on and off the set. Even the avid jokers of your little Avengers family were highly competent professional actors, and you felt like you were right in your element in their midst.

Just as they were about to serve desserts, you were approached by a waiter who mentions to you that someone wanted to speak you urgently. You excused yourself from the table, begrudgingly leaving your comfort zone back out into the glamorous role of a Hollywood superstar, following the waiter out of the hall. You asked why did the person not contact you from your personal cell phone, from which you received no proper reply, as he was as clueless as you were. All he knew was that the matter needed your immediate attention.

He led you to the concierge where the call awaited. Not wanting to wast any more time, you picked it up to speak into it, only to find that all you could hear was static. For a second, you were a little confused, furrowing your eyebrows at the potential prank call, but as you listened to the white noise further, you start to hear some kind of voice. It seemed distant, and it was speaking in a very low tone in a strange pattern. For a full minute, you listened without saying a word, your eyes staring off into space and your lips parting voluntarily. After which, you say your goodbye to the mysterious voice before hanging up. You make your retreat from the concierge after thanking the waiter, with some renewed sense of purpose. You felt like there was something that you needed to do, and it was something that could not wait until later.