Live. Love. Avenge.
"Steve!" I scream in my sleep. "Steve! Where are you? Steve!" I'm being shook. My eyes dart open as everything is bright and blurry. I squint my eyes to see a vision of my aunt, Peggy Carter, wakes me up.
"Sharon, sweetheart, wake up," Peggy wakes me up as she strokes the strawberry blonde strands of hair from my face and dabs the sweat off of my forehead with a towel. "Is it another nightmare about the Star Spangled Man?" I nod.
Yes that's right. I'm the girl everyone in America's been talking about. I'm the girl who was "killed" by the National Force on a suicide note. I'm the girl who dated Steve Rogers, better known as the world's first superhero, Captain America. And I'm the same girl who was later dumped by him for Russian spy, Natasha Romanoff. You'd think he'd appreciate the girl who practically saved his butt twice! Nope. He goes to the red headed, SECOND best espionage agent (because I've been working for S.H.I.E.L.D from when Natasha was an enemy and Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye, was sent out to kill her. But he had something different in mind), Russian girl.
Lately, I've been getting closer with Carol Danvers. She's Ms. Marvel. She's a big help in times like this. She told me to forget about him. But, obviously I'm having a problem with it.
I pick up the phone and dial her number. I mumble swears under my breath until she answers the phone.
"This is Carol Danvers speaking. Who may this be?" She's so proper. But she's a kiss up to Nick Fury, even though he's in his elderly ages.
"Care, it's me. Carter. Sharon Carter." I'm always so precise around her. It's unreal, yet hysterical.
"Go-Go Boots! You're up! Any nightmares? Dreams? Anything about Steve?" Go-Go Boots is my nickname. I'm always wearing my white, front zippered jumpsuit and my white, shin-high "go-go" style boots. Of course, Tony "I have a nickname for everyone" Stark.
"Actually… yes. It was a nightmare. Again. They're the same thing all the time! My relationship with the Captain." I give the collage of him and me I have on my wall a death glare. Why haven't I taken that down yet?
"Yikes! How did this one go?" I hear her typing in the background. She's probably typing her resume for that job opening for the X-Men.
"He was frozen again. I'd convinced Phil to finally leave the room. I sat next to him. The three blonde curls in the front of his hair were the only things defrosted along with parts of his shield. I whispered to him 'I love you' and kissed his cheek. Suddenly, the ice started to melt. And…"
Carol interrupts me, "Gosh, Sharon! This is too sweet! How is this a nightmare?" She's not the greatest on love and break ups, but she gives great advice on it. Carol is great in science. Love is a type of science, right?
"Care, love you to death, but let me finish. It gets worse." I continue, "His eyes flutter open and his baby blue eyes stare into my brown eyes and he kisses me. Suddenly, the devil agent, Natasha, comes in giving me that evil cackle as if this was planned by them! All of the sudden, I'm put into a headlock by one of the guys from the National Force! I try to fight back, but they're stronger than me! One of them grabbed me by my neck and starts choking me! I'm coughing and gasping for air. All I see is Captain America getting up from the recovery bed and twirling the Black Widow into a long kiss. Suddenly, I'm let go! Too close for comfort because Natasha and Steve walk up to me as she pulls out a knife. Then, last thing I know, there's blood running down my face, I'm lightheaded, and screaming his name…"
"Good God, Share! You have a… vivid imagination! Why would Natasha Romanoff, the sweetest girl in the whole agency and Steve Rogers, the man who thought fondue was… well, you know what I mean, do that to you? I think you're just jealous." I hate when she's right.
"Ugh. Why do you aliens have to be so smart all the time? It's not fair!" I laugh.
"Thanks, I try. As Tony would say 'That's how I roll.' But, Share, I have to go. This resume won't write itself." She hangs up.