New York, 2015 – Some time after the events of Age of Ultron
The sound of hasty footsteps echoed through the street. You could feel the shocks that went through your body each time your feet hit the pavement and the fatigue that slowly nested into your muscles. Your own ragged breathing filled your ears, but you weren’t thinking about quitting. Not even close.
“Stop!” you yelled at the gangster running in front of you. Your team had been following him for several weeks now, but it wasn’t until several hours ago that he had made a move.
The young man turned his head for a short moment, looking at you as he crossed the street, manoeuvring through the honking cars in the traffic of a late Friday afternoon in New York. Panic frowned his brow and you knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d make a mistake and you’d be able to take him down.
“I’m in pursuit,” you spoke into your earpiece. “He’s running east on 57th Street,” you panted, evading several civilians and jumping over the garbage cans the man had thrown before your feet. “He should be coming up to Eight Avenue right now.”
“Got it,” it sounded in your head as you reached the end of the street. “I’ll pin him down at Ninth. Be careful, [Last Name]. We still don’t know if he’s carrying a gun.”
“If he had, he would have already used it,” you said, running through the now moving pack of cars, showing your FBI badge to each and every driver that honked at you to get out of the way.
The man rushed across the street, only barely making it to the other side when an angry taxi driver nearly drove his socks off. You approached the taxi with full speed and slid across the hood, feeling the metal dent underneath your weight. You quickly landed beside the car and continued your pursuit.
You advanced on him for the next couple of hundred feet, but as soon as the man reached Ninth Avenue, your partner – Nick – appeared from the shadows of an alley and knocked the man to the ground with a tackle. They rolled on the pavement together, until Nick was able to push the man’s hands behind his back and pull him up, cuffing him so he couldn’t move.
“I’m not saying shit,” the man spat. “You’ll get nothin’ out of me.”
“I’d tell you, you have the right to remain silent, but we both know you’re gonna tell us everything in exchange for a deal,” Nick told the gangster, forcefully pushing him out in front of him as big, black SUV’s pulled up beside you, their sirens humming along with the other sounds of chaos that filled your ears. “Boys, he’s all yours,” he told your colleagues when they stepped out of their cars. “We’ve got a talker.”
“No I ain’t!” the man objected. “I ain’t no snitch,” he said, looking frantically around him, not even directing his words to you, but rather to his friends he thought might hear him.
You watched as the men in suits took the gangster away from you, congratulating you – but mostly Nick – on the catch. They told you they’d take him to headquarters on the other side of the city.
“You do realize I did most of the work, right?” you said once the other agents were gone, leaving you and Nick alone to go back to your car that Nick had parked at the other side of Ninth Avenue. You raised an eyebrow at your partner as you walked through the busy streets together. “I chased him down half 57th.”
“I know. I’m sorry. You did great a job, like always. I’ll make sure to mention that in the report. Right after the description of how I tackled the guy.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “Show off.”
Nick put his arm around you and pulled you against him lovingly. “You love me.”
“What are you doing?” you frowned, quickly shrugging off his embrace, hoping no one – especially not your colleagues – had seen it.
“What? Can’t I touch my girlfriend? You did great, babe. Honestly.”
“You know how they feel about this at the office. If they find out we’re screwed.”
“Ah, relax,” Nick sighed, walking beside you all the way back to your car. “They probably still think you hate my ass.”
“I’m really starting to wonder why I don’t,” you said, raising your eyebrow at him playfully. You waited for him to open up the car and quickly jumped in, knowing that even though Nick drove you crazy sometimes, you made a great team together.
It took you nearly half an hour to get back to the FBI HQ in New York. The traffic was still crazy, but being born and raised in the Big Apple you knew exactly how to avoid the busiest points. When you arrived at your desk – Nick giving you a meaningful sideway glance – it was remarkably quiet, but if you thought being back at the office would be easier than running down the streets trying to stop a dangerous criminal…
You were wrong.
“[Last Name], Davis, my office, now,” it sounded from the back of the room. Your boss was standing in the door opening of his office, nodding at Nick and you to come to his desk.
You could hear the seriousness in his voice and you exchanged a quick look with Nick, swallowing hard as you pulled off your jacket and put your service gun into your desk. “You don’t think he knows, do you?” you asked your partner as you walked towards your boss’ office together.
“Nah,” Nick shrugged it off, a boyish grin curling his lips – like always when he was about to make a joke, “besides if it would really come to that I’m sure you’ll enjoy your transfer to Boston.”
You laughed softly, shaking your head before hitting him on the shoulder. “Dream on.”
“Have a seat,” your boss cut in right as Nick softly hit you back. “First off, congratulations on bringing in Morris,” he continued, gesturing the both of to sit down. “I heard you chased him down half New York. Good job. You know I’d let you handle the interrogation, but something’s come up.”
“What?” Nick exclaimed. “We’ve been on this guy’s tail for weeks!”
“Calm down,” you said seriously, laying your hand on Nicky’s arm, feeling the tension in his muscles as the anger flowed through his veins. His temper was always a problem, but fortunately for you, you could always calm him down. At least until now. “Sir?”
“Something important has come up. Have a look,” your boss said, pulling a file from his desk. A large A was stamped on the front. The same A that was used as the logo for the Avengers.
“What is this?” you asked, letting your eyes go over the words that were inside.
“It’s a mission. Yours in fact.”
You laughed, handing the file to Nick, who was impatiently waiting for you to finish reading. “This is not a mission. This is a TV show script, sir. A reality TV show with Captain America. Mr. Right?” you frowned, thinking the script resembled The Bachelor show you had watched when you were younger. “Can it get any more cheesy?” you said, thinking your boss was joking.
“This is serious, [Last Name]. The Avengers are opening up their headquarters for cameras to improve their reputation.”
“And they’re using the Captain’s love life to do so?” Nick asked, a confused, nonunderstanding frown covering his brow. “Even if this wasn’t the stupidest idea ever – I can’t believe Rogers would actually agree with this – what does this have to do with us?”
“We intercepted a message from Hydra. They plan to infiltrate the show – must likely as one of the girls to get close to Captain Rogers – and kill him. I need the two of you to stop that.”
“Alright,” you nodded. “So we’ll be placed as one of the crewmembers. Keep an eye on the Captain and the girls,” you said, looking back at Nick for a second, knowing he thought the whole show was as dumb and shallow as you did. Mr. Right sounded like a bad – really bad – movie from the eighties.
“Not exactly. The application for one of the fifteen girls ended weeks ago, but we were able to convince the directors of the danger and were able to get you a place as one of them.”
“Me?” you asked surprised, feeling a soft, nervous laugh escape your throat. “I don’t really think I’m the right person for the job, sir,” you swallowed hard, suddenly feeling awfully aware of how unladylike you always looked – which wasn’t necessarily a style choice, but simply the way you were. You were a tomboy. You liked to climb trees when you were younger, got yourself into fights and had never – ever – wore a dress. It was why you were such a good agent.
“I’ll admit, you weren’t our first pick, but agent Garcia is away on her honeymoon and agent Sanders unfortunately is still recovering from a gunshot wound. We want to keep it within the team. The less people knowing about this, the better.”
“What exactly would [Name] be doing?” Nick asked, finally putting down the file, leaving the picture of the Captain open on the desk, looking up at you with his clear blue eyes.
“What all the other girls would be doing. Try to win the Captain’s heart.”
“It’s an undercover mission, [Last Name]. We don’t expect you to share a bed with him. Only to fit in with the other girls and keep him interested long enough to expose the Hydra agent. If you do a good job this might even mean a promotion. For the both of you.”
“Do I even get some time to think about it?”
“The show begins tonight, so you have… five minutes before the makeover team gets here,” your boss said, looking on his watch, before pushing himself from his seat and gesturing you to do the same and get out of his office.
“Come on,” Nick whispered, getting up from the chair and waiting on you before he left the room, walking all the way back towards your own desk before he started talking again. “I know how you must feel about this – I know you better than anyone here – but I think you should do this.”
“What? No. I can’t do this, Nick,” you sighed. “You know what kind of girls will be there. I can’t fit in. I’d be the black sheep. He’ll never pick me. Besides… What about us?”
“Don’t worry, babe,” Nick smiled sadly. “I’ll be honest, I’m not really looking forward to seeing you together with Captain America – God’s righteous man – but this could be big for us. That promotion could mean more action like today. That’s what you want right?”
“It’ll be fine. I’ll be right there to kick his ass if he makes a wrong move.”
You smiled shortly, seeing two men in deep blue designer suits coming into the room, carrying bright pink suitcases. You took in a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, let’s do this.”
You spent the next several hours in hair and makeup, getting peels, masks and trims. The two professional hairdressers and makeup artists were busy talking to themselves and once in a while commented on how bad your current hair looked on you or how on earth you could have gone through the day without makeup or nail polish.
It was quite amusing at first, until slowly but surely you saw yourself change in front of the mirror in the girls bathroom – where they had locked you in until you were ready to be ‘shown to the world’. They plucked your eyebrows, straightened your hair, waxed your legs and made you a completely different person from head to toe. When they were done and you looked at yourself in the mirror – wearing high heels and a fitted cocktail dress – it was almost as if you were watching someone else. The only thing that was still the same were the [eye colour] eyes staring back at you; judging you for the person you had always told yourself you’d never become.
One of them.
“Perfect,” one of men said, nearly clapping his hands in excitement. “You look absolutely ravishing.”
“Thanks… I guess,” you mumbled, letting your eyes glide over your face, not sure whether that was such a good thing. All the things that had made you, you had been wiped away, covered with a thick layer of makeup. You took in a deep breath and let a smile curl the unfamiliar, coloured lips.
“Do try to be happy dear,” the other said, wiping the carefully styled hair from your face. “You look beautiful and it’s not every day a girl gets a chance to date Captain America himself.”
You nodded, a sigh escaping your lips. “I just don’t like lying. Especially not to people who don’t deserve it.”
“Don’t worry. He’ll understand. And who knows, you might even start to like him.”
“Right,” you said, your brow shortly furrowing upward, thinking it was probably best if Nick didn’t hear that.
“You’re good to go,” the other man cut in, stuffing all kinds of beauty products and makeup boxes into a pink bag. “There will be makeup artists on the show who’ll do your hair and makeup for when the camera is rolling, but in case you also want to look the part off camera we’ve selected some products that are easy to use.”
“Don’t mention it, love. Now go. You still have a bag to pack and I doubt they’ll let you keep your own clothes.”
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” you frowned, getting the pink bag from them before you walked out of the restroom.
The two friends looked at each other and laughed shortly, shaking their heads. “The Captain will have his hands full with that one…”
“There you are,” it sounded for behind you. You quickly turned around, feeling your styled hair move with you as you moved. “Wow…” Nick swallowed hard, looking you up and down, stopping at your waist that was finally visible and the curves even he had never seen. “You look–”
“Don’t say it,” you cut him short, pushing the bag full of female products into his hands. You walked past him, trying to remain balanced on the high heels you had been given. Two suitcases stood beside your desk and you sighed, knowing someone else had done the packing for you. You doubted they had thought about your comfort for any of it. “Let’s just go.”
“It’ll be fine, [Name],” Nick said, getting your suitcases and rushing after you as you made your way towards the elevator. “I’ll be there as one of the crewmembers. I’ll make sure he keeps his distance.”
You nodded, though barely hearing what he said. All you could focus on was the woman staring back at you through the mirroring surface of the elevator. You looked all grown up. Sophisticated. As you looked closer you realized the makeup wasn’t that bad. Pretty even. The dress suited your body and showed off every aspect of you, you had tried to hide for so long.
“You look amazing, babe,” Nick dared to say, watching you observe yourself with a doubtful expression on your face.
“So they keep telling me.”
“You do. If he won’t pick you, he’s an idiot…”
You spent the rest of the way down in silence. A limousine was waiting for you in front of the building and you had to oppress the urge to sigh again, knowing A) it wasn’t very lady like and B) you couldn’t keep sighing every time something cheesy happened. You wouldn’t have any air left in your lungs if you did.
A young girl was sitting in the large, tainted glass limo, waving and smiling joyfully at you as you opened the door. You were ready to turn around and run away, realizing there was no way you could pull this off, but Nick gently pushed you inside the car, telling you in a whisper that you’d do great. You weren’t so sure about that yourself, but as you seated yourself opposite of the young girl, you smiled, hoping she didn’t see your nerves.
On the way to the Avengers Headquarters she introduced herself and explained she was one of the crewmembers that would make sure you could do your job without any obstruction. She gave you all the things you needed; a layout of the HQ, filming schedules, closed off and restricted areas, a detailed description of all the girls and a key to all of their rooms. She gave you more information on the show and its activities, which didn’t only resemble the Bachelor, but was exactly like it – only this time it wasn’t a rich idiot thinking a show like that could give him an honest and sincere girlfriend, but Captain America himself.
You let your eyes shift over the pieces of paper in your hand. It was all a bit overwhelming, but you were a fast learner, so a couple of hours alone to study everything she had told you and had given you would be enough for you to see the total picture.
“If there is anything you need, don’t hesitate to reach out to me. We ask the girls to turn in their mobile phones – just to make sure they have no contact with the outside world, or with the Captain – but I arranged for you to have a disposable phone. It will be in the nightstand in your room,” the girl – Claire – said. “Any questions?”
“Good. We’re here.”
You frowned, turning around to look outside the window. You hadn’t even realized the limo had started moving. You saw the Avengers Headquarters a couple of hundred feet behind you. The bright lights shining through the windows reached out towards the sky and illuminated the red carpet that had been laid out for you.
“Now listen carefully,” Claire said, making you look at her again. “All your stuff will be brought to your room, including any… gear you might need,” she smiled, though her eyes were blanc, knowing fully well that if a HYDRA agent was amongst the girls, your gear – your guns and bulletproof vest – would be needed. “I urge you not to take it out of the room. As long as the cameras are on we expect you to behave just like all of the other girls. We’ll try to keep you in the show as long as we can, but the Captain has been very clear about his intentions and he’s the one making all the choices.”
You nodded. “I understand. Don’t worry, I’ll be as discreet as possible.”
“Good. Your colleague will be posing as part of the camera crew. So he’ll be able to keep a close eye on the girls even when you can’t. It’s probably for the best if you talk as little as possible.”
“Now, as soon as you get out of this car cameras will follow you until you go to bed tonight. It might be a bit awkward at first, but you’ll get used to it.”
“What if he doesn’t like me?”
Claire smiled, slightly tilting her head as if talking to a young puppy. “Don’t be silly. You’re young, beautiful,” she said, waving your concern away. “What’s not to like? Now go, or you’ll mess up the schedule.”
You took in a deep breath, wiping the hair from your face before getting out of the car. As soon as you had one foot out of the door you could feel the hot lights of the cameras. You let a smile curl your lips, glancing towards the group of girls that was standing just before the entrance, all waiting for the last one – you – to come out of her limo. You could feel their gazes on your back as you turned towards the cameras, answering each and every question that was thrown at your head.
Claire had given you an alter ego. You were still [Name] [Last Name], but instead of an FBI agent you were a journalist. Which wasn’t really that bad, considering all the research you did on a day to day basis and all the reports you had to write. You could easily talk your way out of a conversation about that job.
After a few minutes the interview was over and you were asked to walk towards the other girls. You did so nervously, putting one foot before the other, hoping – praying – you wouldn’t fall flat on your face for all of them – all of America – to see. You could see them stare you up and down; weighing how big of a – if at all – threat you’d be. A smile curled your lips as you approached them, but none of them said a word and instead turned their attention towards the door that was still closed.
“Hi,” it suddenly sounded beside you. “I’m Heather,” the girl standing next to you spoke again, looking at you from the corner of her eyes. “You seem nervous. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” you whispered back, kindly nodding at her words. “Thank you.”
“Exciting, right?” she sighed, relieved you had said something back. “I couldn’t sleep all night.”
You smiled, wanting to tell her it would all be fine – like everyone had been telling you – but before you could, you could hear the doors squeak open.
All cameras were immediately pointed at the door and you swallowed hard, fidgeting with your fingers as a handsome, blonde man stepped out. You recognized him right away and even though you hadn’t thought you’d be very impressed by him, you couldn’t help but feel that there was something special about him.
“Ladies,” the tall super soldier said, stepping out of the safety of the building, looking awfully nervous – just like you had felt all evening. He let his eyes shift passed all the girls, stopping at you. He took in a deep breath and smiled. “I’m Steve. Steve Rogers… Welcome.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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A cold wind cut through your suit as you moved through the warren of streets called Brooklyn, hiding in the shadows of night. There had been a time you were afraid of the dark, but those days had long since passed. Now, as an agent of Hydra, you had made the darkness your home.
“I had a really nice time today, Captain,” a woman’s voice echoed against the buildings; the sound filling your ears. The woman fumbled with her keys, looking up at the tall man before her.
“Yes,” he said, nodding at her words. “I did too.”
“Thank you for bringing me home. You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.”
She smiled, her cheeks blushing a soft red. “Do you want to come up? I–I could make us coffee?”
The Captain smiled back, though shaking his head. “I’d better not. I have a busy day tomorrow.”
“Okay, I understand. Call me?”
You quickly ran closer, hiding in the dark as the two said their goodbyes and the super soldier walked away, leaving his date to go upstairs alone. When you were sure he had disappeared, you started your mission. You had followed them the entire date, trying to determine how close they were. They clearly had already gone out a couple of times before and it was obvious he cared about her (though you didn’t think it was awfully romantic). Cared enough, hopefully, to go after her if Hydra kidnapped her.
When Hydra kidnapped her.
You made your way to the back of the building and looked around one final time before running up the side of the building. You jumped against the wall, pushing yourself into the air to reach the fire escape several feet above the ground. Though it seemed impossible for any normal man, let alone woman, you had been trained well. From a young age you had been part of Hydra, training night and day to become the asset you were today. You were no Winter Soldier. But you were the next best thing.
With ease you pulled yourself up to the metal stairs, for a moment staring at the glooming moon above you, which almost seemed to guide your way up. You silently continued your ascend and carefully counted the floors, making sure you had reached the right window when you forced your way into the apartment of the super soldier’s girlfriend.
The window wasn’t barred and with a few strong pulls it opened, giving you access to what seemed like a bedroom; a double bed and large closet standing on the other side of the room. You climbed through the small window and lowered yourself quietly onto the wooden floor. A voice sounded from behind the door and you quickly ran to the closet, hiding against the wall in the shadows.
When no one walked in, you took in a deep breath, knowing everything was still going according to plan. You continued your way through the apartment and waited for the right moment to strike and sedate the young woman that was roaming through her living room.
You watched as she walked into the kitchen and turned her back to you, giving you the opportunity to sneak up on her from behind. You reached for the stun gun on your belt and pressed the charge button on the back, pointing it on the woman as you silently moved forward. Your finger was already on the trigger, when the doorbell rang and the woman turned around.
For a moment you stood eye to eye with her, both not moving or even making a sound. You were the first to be back to your senses, but when you wanted to walk back and turn around to make a sprint towards the window in the bedroom, you tripped on something large behind you. The stun gun fired, hitting the still shocked woman a feet away from you against the head.
You both dropped to the floor, a loud thud echoing through the small apartment. You groaned softly, rubbing your sore arm and scowling at the fat cat that rubbed his head against your leg, meowing as it seated itself on your lap.
“Really?” you mumbled, pulling yourself from the floor, not paying any attention to the disapproving sounds the animal gave you as you pushed it aside.
You made your way into the kitchen, seeing the Captain’s girlfriend lying unconscious beside the stove. She had hit her head against the counter, a large bruise forming on her forehead, but she was breathing. Which meant Hydra could still use her against the Captain.
When you were busy dragging the body towards the bedroom window, the bell rang again, followed by a soft knock.
“Is everything okay?” it sounded from behind the door. You quickly turned your head and swallowed hard when you recognized the voice. It was the Captain. “Are you alright?”
You needed to think fast. If you didn’t come up with a plan in the next few seconds he would force the door and enter the apartment – the worried super soldier that he was. If he saw you, you would have failed your mission and Hydra would never get this close to him again. No. You couldn’t let that happen.
“Yes!” you cried out, pulling the woman back into the kitchen, hiding her behind the counter. You quickly searched your own pockets, looking for the little device your boss had given you for disguises. “Just a moment,” you continued, activating the small, circular metal plate. It scanned every inch of the super soldier’s girlfriend and gave a soft, agreeing beep when it was done.
You had never used it before and when you placed it on the side of your head you didn’t feel any difference. It wasn’t until you looked at yourself in the mirror that you realized different eyes were staring back at you.
The small device had altered your looks, making your features similar to the unconscious woman laying behind the counter. It was truly magnificent. Even as you touched your own face there were no glitches. You tested a smile on the unfamiliar lips and nodded at yourself, hoping the voice deformer worked as well as the face deformer did.
In a rush you rolled the skin tight Hydra suit from your body and pulled out one of the dresses the woman, apparently named Sarah, had in her closet. You quickly made your way back, straightening the fabric – feeling uncomfortable in the feminine outfit – and opened the door.
“Hey,” you smiled, hearing yourself speak in a different voice. “I didn’t expect you back so soon. I thought you had a busy day tomorrow.”
“I do,” the super soldier smiled back, “but I have time for one drink…” he said meaningfully.
For a moment the silence lingered between you and the Captain and you frowned slightly, wondering if he was hinting at something you should have known.
“Anyway,” he continued nervously. “I was wondering if your offer to make me coffee still stands?”
“Oh!” you exclaimed, remembering what Sarah had offered him earlier. “Yes, but I–” you paused, knowing the real Sarah was still laying behind the counter with a large egg-shaped bruise on her forehead. Think fast, you told yourself. “You know what,” you continued, walking out onto the hallway and slowly closing the door behind you. “How about we get a cup of coffee? I totally forgot to go to the supermarket this morning.”
“There’s a small café just around the corner,” you remembered. “I’m sure they serve coffee as well.”
He gestured you should lead the way and you nodded, walking down the stairs with the Captain following you all the way down. Once you were outside you hesitated for a short moment, trying to remember which way the café was.
“Something wrong?” the super soldier asked, walking beside you once you continued your way.
“Oh, no. I was just thinking what a beautiful night it is,” you quickly made up, pointing at the moon. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this close.”
“You should have seen it when there were less buildings here.”
“There are also good things now, right?”
“Sure,” he nodded.
“The coffee must be a lot better.”
He laughed softly. “Among others, yes.”
“Oh, and the internet,” you said, pointing at the café on the other side of the road. You crossed the street together and entered the small building. “That must have been helpful for you.”
“Very helpful, yes,” he replied as you walked further inside, seeing several men and women sitting behind the bar and around some of the tables that were scattered around the café. “I’ll get us something to drink. Why don’t you find us somewhere to sit. Coffee?”
“Oh no,” you shook your head. “I don’t drink coffee.”
The Captain frowned. “I thought you said it was your favourite drink.”
Shit… “I did? I–I mean I did. I just try not to drink it before going to bed.”
He laughed softly. “We could also just have a beer.”
“Yes,” you exclaimed, nodding at his words. Gods knew you could use a drink. “Make it a double.”
“Coming right up.” He walked towards the bar and ordered you both a large glass of beer, while you walked passed what seemed like regular guests and seated yourself at the back of the room.
You let your eyes shift from the bar to all the tables and observed everyone shortly, before the Captain returned with your drinks. Especially the man closest to you, drinking whiskey all by himself, spiked your attention. His green eyes had locked on you and you could see them take you in from head to toe, an amused and lustful smile curling his lips. You shook your head in an annoyed sigh, hoping he wouldn’t cause any trouble.
“There you go,” the super soldier said, placing your beer in front of you. “I didn’t know what you liked, but the bartender said this is the best he’s got.”
“Thank you, Captain” you smiled. “I’m sure it’s fine.”
He laughed. “I thought we had agreed you’d call me Steve.”
“Oh,” you swallowed hard, quickly taking a sip from your drink, knowing it would take a lot more alcohol for you to be any good at things like this. “Yes, of course. I–I’m sorry, Steve.”
“It’s okay. I’m used to it. How’s the beer.”
“Good. I think the bartender was right.”
Steve smiled, taking a sip from his own glass as well. He nodded in approval and asked you if you had any plans for the week. You had to come up with something fast, but if he even noticed your hesitation, he didn’t say anything about it. You tried to answer as evasive as possible, knowing any wrong answer could lead to your exposure. Though as the night progressed you started to realize the Captain didn’t know as much about the real Sarah as you had thought at first. After a while you even thought they had never seen each other before until today.
You talked for quite some time, in which you started to feel more and more comfortable as Sarah. You even started to share things about yourself; things you hadn’t shared with anyone before. It made it easier for you to keep the conversation going and in turn you learned a lot more about the man that was Captain America; your biggest enemy. Things Hydra didn’t even know about him.
“Up for another beer?” he asked when you had both finished your first glass.
You nodded at his words and watched him as he pushed himself from his seat. He was ready to get you another beer, when the man who had observed you quietly from his lonely place behind the table next to you finally spoke up.
“That’s a nice piece of ass you’ve got there, Captain” the man said drunkenly, pointing his glass at Steve and then to you.
“Excuse me?” you and Steve both said.
“I said: That’s a nice piece of ass you’ve got there,” the man smiled, licking his lips, eying you again with a vulgar glare.
You bit down your teeth hard, feeling the anger surge through your veins. Clenching your hands into fists you took in a deep breath and let a smile curl your lips.
“Don’t pay any attention to him,” you told Steve. “He’s clearly drunk.”
“That doesn’t mean he should be so disrespectful.”
You laughed softly, thinking it was cute he actually thought people like the drunk man had any respect for anyone. “He doesn’t ‘know any better,” you said, scowling at the man when Steve looked the other way. “You were getting us another drink, remember?”
Steve nodded slowly, grabbing the glasses from the table, but keeping his eyes on the drunk man as he made his way towards the bar. As soon as the Captain had moved away from you and had reached the bar, the man stood up from his table and stumbled towards you. He seated himself beside you and leaned awfully close to you. You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he leaned even closer and sniffed your hair. The Captain watched everything with a tensed jaw, but you slowly shook your head at him, telling him you were fine.
“Listen, asshole,” you told the man in a whisper, when Steve had turned around towards the bar to order you some drinks. “I’m only going to say this once,” you continued, getting the man’s hand and flipping it around underneath the table, pulling it down in one swift motion. A soft scream welled from his throat as you flexed his muscles further than they were intended for. “If you call me a nice piece of ass one more time, I’ll break every single bone in your scrawny, little body.”
“Ah,” The man laughed, “you’re a girl who knows how to handle a man… I like it.”
You snorted, shaking your head. “Look, we both know how this is going to end if you don’t back off, so why don’t you just make it easier for both of us and leave me the hell alone.”
“What if I don’t want to? You think I can’t handle Mister America over there? You clearly need a real man, not some guy in tights.”
“Well, be my guest,” you said, letting go of the man’s hand and nodding at Steve, who was walking towards you with two glasses of beer in his hand. “Entertain me.”
Confusion frowned the man’s brow for a moment, but it disappeared quickly when Steve re-joined you at the table and politely asked the man to leave. The man stood up from his place beside you and seemed ready to indeed leave you be. As you had expected though, he didn’t.
When Steve was about to seat himself down, the man took a swing at the unexpecting super soldier and hit him hard against the jaw, nearly knocking him to the ground. You were surprised at the amount of force his punch had and you let out a soft scream, trying to sound surprised – like you thought the real Sarah would have done.
“No fighting in my bar!” someone yelled through the room, slamming an empty pitcher on the bar. “John, go home. You’ve had enough for today. I’d hate to call the cops on you again.”
The man stood in front of you for several more seconds, watching you worriedly take care of Steve. He soon realized he was playing a game he couldn’t win and made his way towards the bar, where he paid for the drinks he’d had and left without saying another word.
“Are you okay?” you asked the Captain, softly caressing the red spot on his jaw, where the man had hit him a lot harder than you had expected (and wanted).
“I’m fine,” he nodded, letting his eyes shift over your face. “Are you? He didn’t hurt you or anything, did he?”
“No. He got to you first. You know, this is the first time anyone has ever been punched over me….”
“Well, glad to be the first then.”
You laughed, shaking your head. “You were very heroic, but let’s not get you beaten up again.”
“What on earth did you say to him anyway?”
“That’s best not repeated.”
He laughed softly, nodding at your words and grimacing as a shot of pain went through his jaw. “You’ll have to tell me someday.”
The rest of the night went by with less excitement. You talked some more and finished your beer. When it was nearing midnight the Captain offered to walk you all the way up to your door, but knowing the real Sarah was probably still lying unconscious behind her kitchen counter, you shrugged away his kind offer. Not to mention: you didn’t have a key. You told him you could easily make it home yourself.
“Goodnight, Steve,” you smiled when you opened the door towards the staircase of Sarah’s apartment building
“Goodnight, Sarah,” he repeated your words. “I–I had a great time tonight,” he continued, sounding somewhat surprised.
“And you didn’t earlier?” you frowned, wondering if you might have been right when you thought there hadn’t been anything romantic between Steve and Sarah.
“That’s not what I––I mean…” he sighed. “You’re different. Different than I thought you were. I’m glad Natasha convinced me to go back.”
“That came out wrong,” he said nervously, evading his eyes from you and sighing softly.
“It’s okay,” you replied, laying your hand on his arms, looking into his deep blue eyes. “You’re different than I thought too.”
He smiled, slowly nodding at your words “I’ll call you.”
“Don’t get beaten up without me.”
“Can’t make any promises,” he laughed, watching you as you made your way up the stairs, towards Sarah’s apartment.
“Didn’t think so…” you mumbled to yourself when you were high enough and out of ear shot from the Captain. You quickly made your way towards the window on the end of the hall and peered outside, seeing him carelessly cross the street, his hands tucked into his pockets. He clearly was a happy man.
When he had disappeared from view, you leaned back against the wall and took in a deep breath, going over the events of today. Things hadn’t gone according to plan, but you weren’t sure yet if that was such a bad thing. Even though Steve might not have had any feelings for the real Sarah, it was clear he did have them for you. Your boss would not be happy you had nearly killed Sarah, but when he would find out you might even have something better, he’d be very pleased.
After all, if things kept going like this, you’d be handing him the Captain on a silver platter…
To be continued...
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