New Story. I started writing this right after I saw the movie for the first time (I've seen it three times) and just now decided to publish it. The character of Agent Thirteen is a creation of Marvel, as is every other character. So I own nothing. Sad day. Enjoy!
Hips swinging and black boots clipping on linoleum floors meant the arrival of none other than Agent 13. The mysterious, infamous Agent 13. All that was known of her was she was good, really good, at her job: espionage and fighting. Well, the fighting wasn't part of the job, per say, but espionage usually led to fighting, so one had to be ready.
Her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, the long beachy waves cascading in a thin strip down her back. She wore tight black jeans, black leather boots and a purple tank top, revealing some and still not revealing anything at the same time. With blue eyes sparkling and shining, reflecting the white floors and walls of the hellicarrier, she met-and caught-every eye on the way to the head of the ship.
Her escorts, six armed S.H.I.E.L.D agents with very large and intimidating guns, clicked along in rhythm with her footsteps. She knew them, all of them, actually. In fact, she had been on a mission with all of them just a few short hours before. But, in the midst of all the chaos, they took her in. For what, she didn't know. However, once Fury makes a decision, there's no other say.
Speaking of Fury, he stood before her, black cape, eye-patch, and all. He seemed like he was in a huff, angry due to either his lack of love life or another stream of aliens trying to take over Earth. Agent 13 guessed the latter.
"Ahh. Agent 13. We finally meet again. Its been too long: three years."
"No offense, Director, but I was in the middle of a mission."
"No need to worry about that."
"No need to worry? My cover was blown! You should be expecting Germany to come knocking down the US's door, demanding World War III any minute now."
"Agent. Silence. Please." he demanded, a tone of disapproval very evident in his voice. She shut her mouth immediately.
"We have another mission for you, thirteen." He walked away toward the control center, typing a few buttons on the console in the process, making words and pictures jump to life on the control center screen.
She recognized the face that repeated itself in all the pictures. "Captain America? But he died eighty years ago. Frozen in some block of ice."
"Why do you say that?" The voice wasn't that of Fury's, but actually a tall, blond haired, blue eyed man, wearing a tan leather flight jacket, a white tee-shirt and khakis. His gaze met hers for two, maybe three seconds, until he broke away. His cheeks reddened and he seemed flustered-he obviously didn't have much of a game with women. He didn't seem to be one of her seniors, but she answered him anyway.
"Well, his plane went off the radar somewhere in the North Atlantic. He either died on impact or froze to death in a block of ice. This was all in his records; I can't be the only one who knows this."
"Interesting, ma'am." said the mystery man making, and keeping, eye contact with Thirteen while Fury went on with his briefing.
"Captain America is not dead." This came as a bit of a surprise to Thirteen, but no one else seemed to be shocked.
"Then where has he been for the past eighty years?"
"Captain America was frozen in a block of ice-frozen in suspended animation."
"Suspended Animation? You actually believe that cra-?"
"Seeing as how S.H.I.E.L.D agents found him, I do believe it." Fury said with a definite tone in his voice-things were either seen his way or no way at all.
"And when did this happen?" Thirteen asked in spite of already halfway knowing the answer. The other agents were too used to this topic, they had to have had time to let this enormous news sink in. One, maybe two years tops.
"Three years ago." The mystery man said. It seemed that everyone but Thirteen had expected him to answer. The way his voice sounded, guilty with a side of sadness, surprised Thirteen. She didn't expect the man in beige to have such deep-seeded feeling about a superhero.
"I'm sorry," she said to the man who would not stop staring. "Who exactly are you?"
He wasn't the one to answer. In fact, he actually looked to Fury, just to check if he could answer. "He's Captain Rogers."
Being a spy, she was trained in not letting her emotions run her reasoning, or even showing on her face. Despite this, however, her jaw dropped a smidge, her eyes popped open, falling onto the Captain himself, along with her eyebrows raising, signifying her shock.
"You're Captain America?" she asked, her voice shaking due to her shock. He was supposed to be dead. He was the reason America lost her hope. And he had the nerve to come back, expecting the world-the America-he knew to be the same wholesome place he left it? How dare he.
"Yes, ma'am. But you can call me Steve, miss." Smiling his bright smile at her, he extended his arm in an offering. She walked over to him, ignoring his hand, and, in a fit of pure spontaneity, punched him right in the kisser. "That's for everyone you let down when you left." I spat at the hero.
The room burst out in an uproar. Every agent in the vicinity jumped to their feet in a huff, yelling at the agent who dared harm the symbol of patriotism. Fury was in a fury, shouting at Agent 13 to "calmly back away from the superhero."
She did as she was ordered, and walked to Fury's side. He glared at her with his eye, also shaking his head in obvious disapproval.
"You know I don't approve when you do that."
"Someone had to show him it's not 1945 anymore."
"Are you okay, Captain?" said an unknown agent somewhere in the audience. Typical fan.
"Perfectly alright. I deserved it. I'd take a look at your hand though, miss. You appear to be bleeding." He seemed to be right, unfortunately, because as she looked at her knuckles, she noticed the dark, crimson red of blood staining her pale, white skin. She blushed and started to feel guilty. Even after punching him, just to show him who's boss, he cared about her well-being. Well, Wonderboy certainly had a good reputation for a reason. She'd have to apologize later, however. Didn't want the other agents to think she was weak.
"Just a scratch." she mumbled. "Back to the mission, Director? What exactly is it? And when will I be leaving?"
"You and your new partner will be leaving in the morning for Germany-"
"New partner...? I thought I made it clear that I don't work well with others? I mean, I thought that we gave up on trying to get me to socialize with the other agents. I'm a solo act. I'm sure I can do the job on my own, Director. You can tell the poor shmuck that gets to be my partner that they can go on vacation. They'll just slow me down."
Wonderboy came over to join in on the conversation, steering clear of Thirteen and her "spontaneous rage."
"No, Thirteen. You and Captain Rogers are needed in Germany tomorrow morning."
"Him? Really?" she asked incredulously. She looked him over once more. He looked like he was in top physical condition for a man of his age. And he was rather good-looking. She could get used to seeing those blue eyes every morning when she woke up. He stared right back at her, giving her a look that made it hard for her to decipher. He seemed like he was perfectly fine with her, even though she punched him, literally two minutes before. This was just a trick. She knew that. She'd been in this business too long to know when someone was plotting sweet, sweet revenge.
"We need the both of you because of your extensive knowledge on Germany and what goes on inside her borders. The Captain and you are the only members of S.H.I.E.L.D who have ever spent years inside Germany, and we need information on a terrorist organization called the Red Skull. With your espionage skills and his, well, superpowers, the two of you should be able to get the job done in record time. Then you, Thirteen, will be back to your hermit ways, and Captain Rogers will be back to saving the world."
"Get some rest, you two. The jet leaves at 700hours."
The two left in opposite directions, but it didn't mean they wouldn't end up in the same place later that night.
Please excuse every grammar mistake. I typed this on my phone. Next chapter should be up soon.