Rewritten 2018

Welcome to the second part of the series that I've decided to call; Make You Feel My Love. It's a Steve/OC story that is following the movies, beginning with the first Avengers movie and then moving on with TWS, AOU and so on! I advice you to read the first story before reading this one though since there might be some things that you won't understand if you read this first. You'll find the first one on my profile!

For all of you that come from my first story: welcome! In this story, which will follow The Winter Soldier in future chapters, you'll learn a little more about Maria and her past... actually, you'll learn quite a lot about her past. Just like Steve, Maria will meet someone from her past which will make life a little difficult for her. I hope you all enjoy it! I'll stop talking now and let you read instead... :P

Remember, I'm not from an English speaking country and there might be some odd grammatical faults! If that is the case, please excuse those; ignore them or tell me what I've done wrong. I want to become better at English so I appreciate if you tell me what I did wrong.

Make You Feel My Love ~Book II~

Disclaimer: I do not own The Winter Soldier movie! All rights go to Marvel. All I own is my own characters and their stories.

~Chapter 1~
Agent Maria Dalton

"Hands behind your head! Get down on your knees, now!"

The thugs cuffed their hands behind their backs before beginning to lead them the rest of the way down the staircase. They found out that they had been almost halfway down, which relieved the agents as this meant that Martin still had a chance to do his thing.

Bags were thrust over their heads the moment they didn't have to watch their steps anymore. They were fabric bags and air could seep through easily, so they weren't meant to suffocate either of them. Instead, they were meant to keep something hidden from them. Rough hands grabbed Maria's arms, pushing her forwards into a walk. The floor she walked on was uneven though the rough hands held her on her feet whenever she tripped.

When she was forced to a stop, Maria felt hands start to search her for weapons. Of course, they found the daggers strapped to her leg and they immediately took them from her before pushing her down on her knees. The men let go of her and moved away from her, making it seem as though she was completely alone in the darkness.

She frantically tried to see something through the fabric of the bad, though it was impossible. Her breaths caused the fabric to moisten up against her nose and mouth, making her even more uncomfortable than she already was. Suddenly, voices could be heard. The thugs that had grabbed them were all talking in Russian about her and her fellow agents – since she had worked with Russians most of her teenage life, she knew the language a little bit by now.

The squeaking of door hinges was heard behind her and suddenly, all the voices died down. Maria knew who it was that had entered the room. The tense atmosphere around her made it all very clear and it reminded her of her time as one of those thugs. The moment he entered the room, one was supposed to be quiet unless he asked you something.

The fact that he was once again in the same room as her awoke emotions in herself that almost scared her. Most of these emotions, she recognized as anger and hatred. Though those were emotions that she had promised herself to never feel again, and so she tried to keep her calm. Anger and hatred had caused her pain in her life that she never wanted to experience again, someone almost always getting hurt whenever she let herself feel those feelings.

"I suppose you expected me to host a party without being prepared for the attention it would give me, aye?" said a familiar voice with a thick Russian accent that turned each "s" into a "z", and oddly enough, this voice still seemed to enlighten a fire inside of Maria. That very fire was what made her regret that she had disobeyed Fury's plan. "Let's see if I've got this right… Agent Clint Barton otherwise known as Hawkeye from the Avengers."

"Go to hell," Clint's voice said from Maria's right before the sound of a fist colliding with a jaw was heard accompanied with a grunt from Clint.

"Tut, tut," said Artur. "That's not very nice to say to the man holding a knife to your friend's throat."

Maria's heartbeat started to beat faster. If she couldn't feel the knife to her throat, Charles was the friend Artur was talking about since he was the only other person that had come with her and Barton.

"And… Agent Charles Miller," continued Artur. "How's the family – ah! Don't even try it…"

Her nostrils flared when she felt someone grip the bag that was around her head, the light hitting her eyes painfully as though someone had just slapped her. As she looked down at the darker floor - seeing how moist it was as they were basically down in the sewers at the moment - someone immediately grabbed her chin, a cool piece of metal pressing against her throat. Artur's grip on her chin forced her to look up at him, her slightly panicked eyes narrowing as she saw his face again.

She couldn't help but smirk slightly when she saw the long scar that was on his cheek; a scar she had put on him the day she left. Though he had given her a scar as well.

"Well, well… Agent Maria Dalton," said Artur, a cruel smirk playing on his lips as he sat there, crouched in front of her with a knife held against her throat, something she knew he had wanted to do since the day she left him.

He was now in his early forties, if Maria wasn't mistaken, though during the past four years that she had been away from him, he had barely aged at all. The only thing that was different was his left eye that seemed to have not approved of the cut she had provided his left cheek with. Only under that eye were there dark bags.

"Or is it agent? Maybe it's Avenger now, hm?" asked Artur, his smirk fading as his grip tightened. "You haven't aged a day…"

"You have," lied Maria through gritted teeth.

Artur stared at her for a while, seeming to contemplate how to react to her comment though choosing to ignore it in the end.

"What are you doing here?"

"Trying to find the man that ordered for a bullet to go through her skull," replied Clint.

When Artur finally let go of Maria and shifted over to Clint, she could turn her head to look at her fellow agents. While Clint stared at Artur monotonously, Charles was staring at the ground with a strange look on his face. She could read sadness… remorse…

All around them, guards were placed with guns in their hands, pointed towards them. Both female and male though they were all clad various sort of masks. Some were rabbits, some were monkeys and some were clowns. Maria remembered this from her days under Artur's command; you didn't show your face to the people you were about to kill.

"And how did you figure out that it was me?" asked Artur quietly.

Silence filled the room after his question and his face scrunched up in annoyance.

"Fine," scoffed Artur.

"Team two will be there in ten… nine…"

All three agents heard the voice through their earpiece.

"I suppose you can't trust people to do your dirty work anymore," sighed Artur as he placed his knife back in his belt before taking out a gun. "The only thing that'll kill you is a bullet that stays in the brain or that goes through the heart…" he whispered, causing Maria to look up at him with wide and confused eyes as he pointed his gun at her. "See this gun? Especially made by a special man. As soon as it enters your pretty little head, it'll clutch itself onto whatever tissue it finds and stay there. Ending you forever."

He removed the safety of the gun with a click though didn't shoot. One of his men placed a mask over Artur's face, a mask that Maria remembered well. It was shaped like a sort of ghoul and only Artur himself wore such a mask.

"Maria, hold on. They're here."

"Go on then," said Maria, narrowing her eyes as she saw that he was still not shooting her.

When the door was suddenly thrust open, all guards in the room pointed their guns at the people entering before shooting as much as they could. However, the bullets ricocheted back to them, hitting something metal that most certainly guided the bullets back to the people that were shooting. One after one, they fell down to the floor, groaning from the bullet either hitting them in the leg or somewhere else, though never killing them. When one of the bullets hit Artur in the leg, he fell down in front of the three agents, cursing loudly in Russian before staying there.

Multiple SHIELD agents started the process of arresting the guards while Natasha and Steve came into view of the three agents. Steve kicked the gun away from Artur's hand before looking down at him with serious eyes.

"Don't threaten her ever again," said Steve in a husky, low voice before Natasha kicked Artur in the head, causing him to fall into unconsciousness.

120 hours earlier

"Behind you!" called Maria causing Clint to duck in order for her to throw one of her daggers at the man raising a gun at her fellow agent.

"Thanks," said Clint before aiming an arrow at the last man that was standing up in the lodgment where they were currently standing. As he let the arrow go, it attached itself to the thug's neck, which caused a sleeping draught to enter his system, making him fall to the floor immediately.

A strange group of terrorists which Clint and Maria never got the actual name of had managed to hack into one of the computers that SHIELD owned. Luckily, they had never managed to get into the main database; which was close to impossible. Fury wanted her and Barton to find the data they had gotten their hands on and bring it back to the headquarters. Now, they were standing in an old abandoned warehouse with unconscious bodies all around them. The original plan had been to go in quietly though that hadn't worked out for them.

"You know," started Maria, panting slightly as she cleaned her sword of some blood by wiping it over one of the unconscious men's shirts, "this is all your fault."

Clint glanced back at her as he walked towards the laptop the men had been trying to defend. He scoffed, shaking his head as he crouched down in front of it.

"How is it my fault?" asked Clint before stretching out his hand to her. "USB."

Maria walked over to him, taking out a small, black USB from her pocket and placing it in the palm of his hand before she sheathed her sword.

"Well," began Maria as she watched Clint download all the files that existed on the laptop onto the USB. He then proceeded to replace those files with a virus; a deadly one that would make the thugs' whole system inoperable. "This is my first mission as an agent. You're here to stop me from doing stupid things."

"Stupid things as pressing a big red button, you mean?" asked Clint, handing the USB to Maria as he stood up again. "Yes, 'cause that is what Fury meant with stupid things."

"Well, it is stupid," said Maria as Clint brushed past her.

"It is," sighed Clint. "But it's also obvious that you don't press a big red button when trying to sneak into a place filled with people who can kill you."

Maria quickly followed Clint as he started to walk towards the door.

"Shouldn't we exit the same way we entered?" asked Maria quietly, not daring to press any further on the matter of her stupidity during her first mission as an agent.

"Why? Everyone already knows we're here," scolded Clint, making Maria look down at the floor.

As Clint opened the doors and turned around, he sighed as he looked at her. Although she had a domino mask over her eyes, shielding her true identity from the thugs they came across, he could still see her worry for what was going to happen once they got back to SHIELD headquarters. After all, it was a stupid mistake she had done and although she had believed that the button was going to drop something over the terrorists' heads, it had still been a stupid move.

"Look," said Clint, hindering her from walking outside by placing a hand on her shoulder. "The reason Fury forced me to continue to follow your moves was not because he didn't believe in you. Yes, you made a stupid mistake here. And yes, you are going to get your butt kicked by Fury. But he still trusts you. You're an Avenger. You helped save New York from aliens."

"I know," said Maria quietly.

Deep down, she was still scared that the reason why Clint had to come with her still even after she had been made an official agent of SHIELD was because the last time she dealt with criminals on her own, she stayed with those criminals and did horrible things. She was scared that because of her past, Fury wasn't going to trust her nor would any of the other SHIELD agents.

"It's just that… with my past-"

"No," interrupted Clint, raising a hand. "It's not because of your past. Look, I can't say the actual reason, but I do know that Fury trusts you. There are more people working for SHIELD that have something in their past they can never get rid of. And you know what? Fury would trust them with their lives just as he would with you."

"Then what other reason is there?" asked Maria, narrowing her eyes slightly.

"It's just…" began Clint, removing his hand from her shoulder before he ruffled her hair slightly. "You're too young to let out on your own."

He chuckled as he walked away, seeing the mess he'd made of her hair to which she pouted. "Steve's only two years older than me!"

"And he was a captain before you were even born! Literally."