This was a request from an anon: "Write Klaroline in the role of one of your other OTP's."
Because I'm all about the Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes OTP, this very quickly turned into a Captain America/Winter Soldier shameless Marvel AU. I also have plans to make this a multi chapter story eventually.
Features: Katerina Petrova as Black Widow, and Stefan Salvatore as Falcon.
"So let me get this straight. S.H.I.E.L.D is actually Hydra, the head of S.H.I.E.L.D Alaric Saltzman is dead, and Washington has officially lost it's shit. Have I forgotten anything?" Stefan Salvatore asks from the driver's seat of the SUV.
"You forgot the legendary Russian assassin currently terrorising the citizenry down at the freeway." Katerina Petrova replies dryly, checking the charges of the Widow's Bites on each of her wrists.
Caroline glances at the other girl incredulously, because if there was a prime candidate for legendary Russian assassin it was Katerina Petrova. She knows little of Katerina's background since she had joined the Avengers, the other girl having worked with Iron Man, or Damon Salvatore of Salvatore Industries before hand.
There had been whispers of torture and brainwashing, but she'd never been bold enough to ask Katerina, and Katerina had never volunteered the information to her.
As if noting her gaze, Katerina tips her head sideways to look at her, booted foot prodding into the back of their hostage, Jonathon Gilbert's seat. The man had been revealed to be working for Hydra, and they were in the process of taking him to a safe house for questioning.
"Alright girl out of time?"
Caroline rolls her eyes.
"I'm fine, thanks for asking-" Her words are cut off when Stefan swears loudly and slams on the brakes, a person having landed quite heavily on the hood of the SUV.
"Fuck!" Katerina yells as the windscreen shatters beneath the force of the strangers fist, and then there's a yell as Jonathon Gilbert is dragged through the windscreen and bodily thrown into the path of an oncoming truck.
The next moment the figure is gone, other cars swerving around them, screeching to a halt as the crunching of metal against metal heralds an accident.
"Katerina pulls out a gun, unbuckling her seatbelt through gritted teeth. She's bleeding, superficial wounds from the glass marring the skin of her face and neck.
"Get to cover!" She yells as bullets lodge themselves into the side of the car. "Let me deal with him."
"Kat don't!" She yells after the other girl as Katerina swings herself out of the vehicle, ducking and rolling as she pursues the man all clad in black. Sunlight glints off something metal, and it's with a shiver that he realises that it's his arm. His arm is metal.
"You heard the lady, time to go!" Stefan yells over the sounds of gunshots and screaming and absolute chaos.
She grabs her shield, cursing the fact that she's completely unprotected in her jeans and boots and leather jacket.
She and Stefan hit the ground running, avoiding the spray of bullets thundering towards them. She leaps over the side of the concourse, the drop of ten or so feet would be enough to break the ankles of any normal human. One of the advantages of the super soldier serum that they'd accidentally injected her with during WWII wasn't only just the accelerated healing, but the super strength and agility as well.
And somehow, she'd become the symbol of an entire nation during a time where women weren't valued by society. She'd fought the Red Skull, saved the world, and then had fallen asleep for almost 70 years. She'd woken up in a completely different world, her parents and friends and her lover, Niklaus Mikaelson all dead.
Witnessing Nik's death on that icy mountain in Austria had been horrible enough, knowing that even she couldn't do anything to save him as he fell into that ravine, knowing in her heart of hearts that he was dead. But somehow, waking up in a world that her parents were no longer a part of somehow seemed to hurt just as much.
she waves Stefan onwards, and he nods at her, knowing that this is a fight that he has no part in, can't possibly keep up with. He'd seen tours in Iraq and Afghanistan, but even this was out of his depth.
The sound of boots hitting the ground behind her has her turning, and soon she is engaged by the stranger. She spares a thought for Katerina, hoping that the other woman was okay before she's raising her shield up to protect her centre mass.
It's hard to judge the man's weaknesses when they trade punches and kicks so rapidly, neither of them holding back. He seems to list slightly to the left, no doubt weighed down by his left arm, but that still doesn't affect his fighting style in the least. He's wearing a mask that covers his nose, eyes, and mouth, and he wears his sandy blonde hair at shoulder length.
He fights with a frightening efficiency, and she has to duck to the side when he pulls out a knife, thrusting forward with his metal arm to bury it into the soft metal of the car she'd been pushed up against.
She digs her knee into the man's stomach and uses her shield to push back against him, fist flying up to jab at the exposed skin of his throat. The man grabs it and squeezes, and she bites out a groan as she drives the edge of her shield into his hip.
Her other hand is released, and she takes advantage of the momentary respite to reach out and rip the mask from his face.
And somehow the world stops turning. Because it couldn't be. It simply wasn't possible. And yet, the hair, and the eyes, and the lips and the scar above his eyebrow, it was Nik. Her Nik, the love of her life.
"Nik." She gasps out as she catches her breath, still reeling at the idea that he's here, he's alive, he's okay.
The man, Nik stops and cocks his head at her in an eerily reminiscent mannerism that seemed to echo across time.
"Who the hell is Nik?"