Intro
Steven Rogers stood up from the small, outdoor cafe table. Making sure to tuck his chair back in before dropping a handful of small bills on the table. With one final glance at Stark Tower he turned to be on his way, never noticing the model like brunette behind him.
He turned and the second she made contact with his chest with a 'omff' sound he stepped back, taking her elbows into his hands as she shook her head. "You okay miss? I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there."
She quickly righted herself, stepping back from his careful embrace. With one hand she pushed her dark aviators back up her nose while stuffing her other hand deep in the pocket of her leather jacket. "No worries Darlin'" a sensual Cajun accent slipped past her plump pink lips, "No harm done."
He raised a blonde eyebrow in concern, "You sure?"
She stepped back from him with a sly smirk. "Oh yes." His sharp eyes noticed her flipping something over in her jacket pocket but he ignored the warning bells in the back of his head. "I got everything I need."
With that she turned and disappeared into the crowd on the busy New York street.
Steve watched her go until she was out of sight before shanking his head, not quite believing the odd encounter. He turned towards the direction of his apartment, shoving his hands deep into the pocket of his jacket. After three steps he paused, running his fingers over the lining.
Something was wrong.
Something was missing.
His cell phone was gone.
He turned back in the direction the strange Cajun woman had disappeared, the little warning bell in the back of his head screaming now….'Told you so.'
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Fury let himself into the boxing gym. The air was heavy with sweat and musk. The lights dim as a lone figure worked over the heavy bag just ten feet from him.
"You weren't returning my calls." Nick spoke loud enough for the Super Soldier to hear him over the sound of his fists hitting the bag. "Thought you might not have liked what you found in that file."
Steve stopped taking his frustrations out on the sand bag, resting his hands against the leather to stop its swinging. "Did you honestly expect me to like it?" He mumbled without turning but he knew the other man could hear him. He finally turned to face Fury, removing his hand wraps with practiced ease. "I had my phone stolen, actually."
The dark skin man smirked, "Welcome to New York." Fury paused taking a moment to reflect on what that could mean for S.H.I.E.L.D., but there was no way your average pick pocket would be able to hack the device. Even if they got past all the safety nets an alert would go out to them about an unauthorized user and they would have them apprehended quickly and quietly. The Director looked down to take in the hunched form of the soldier as he sat on a nearby wooden bench. He knew he was broken, but he also knew a hero when he seen one. He tried to lighten the mood before getting into the dirty details of what was to come. "Did you at least try to catch him?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
Steve rested a hand on his thigh as he looked up to meet the dark man's gaze. "She was long gone by the time I realized what had happened."
"Hmm." Fury replied, information rolling over in his head.
A long drawn out silence fell between the men. Neither were interested in small talk, and while there was much needed to be said both knew little about how to express themselves.
Finally, what after felt like an eternity Steve stood, cocking a eyebrow at him and questioning their meeting with a quick "Sir?"
Fury clasp his hands behind his back and took that as his cue to leave. "Bus leaves at 0600, Rogers." He called over his shoulder on his way to the door. "Don't be late."
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The brunette purses her lips in fascination. Her red eyes downloading all the available information on the stolen device in her hand. She smirked at the last of it, leaning back in her chair and rubbing her tongue over her top set of teeth in one direction, it following the same path back but this time over her top lip; and unconscious mannerism.
She processed the new information for a couple more moments as she brought a fresh cigarette to her lips, it sparking up in a purple glow; a conscience mannerism.
"Well Monsieur Rogers." She paused to let a cloud of white smoke billow out around her, "Everything I need and more, it seems."
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The Captain unlocked the door to his apartment, the darkness within greeting him with open arms. He closed the door softly, turning the deadbolt with a soft click. He turned back to face the darkness when he caught a soft breeze and a wafting of cigarette smoke in the air. He froze. He hadn't left a window open, and he definitely didn't smoke.
Someone was here. Or had been recently.
He armed himself with the nearest object, a vertical hat rack made of rich mahogany with three large, decorative brass knobs on the end. Holding the makeshift staff before him he summoned all the stealth he had and crept further into the apartment. He made his was into the kitchen and found a single source of light. Set in the centre of his kitchen table was a short tumbler, a lit cigarette burning inside with a small pile of ash.
He set down the hat rack and flicked the light on to get a better look at the room. The table was where he had left it but the single chair was ajar, pulled out on an odd angle. Next to the tumbler on the table top was an bottle of beer only a quarter full and his files on the tesseract open and riffled through. Not how he had left it. His gaze finally landed on the now open kitchen window. It's screen carefully removed and placed under the window sill, leaning against the snow white wall.
Someone had definitely been here. He sighed, mentally going over his options. It was obvious nothing had been taken but someone was walking around New York with classified information. Though it should be a reason for alarm he didn't want to alert Fury. In the week he had been awake he didn't want the government coming into the only sense of normal he'd had so far.
Deciding it was best he kept this to himself for now, he went to the table and poured the last of the beer into the tumbler, the cigarette going out with a fizzle. He tossed away the bottle and glass. Collected the shuffled papers and returned them to their folded and dropped them into a nearby drawer and went to return the screen to its proper resting place.
Finished cleaning away the evidence of the break in he sighed again, leaning against the counter top and pinching the bridge of his nose is frustration.
…. What a day…..
Beep beep
Steve's head shot up at the familiar sound. Following the noise he glanced to his right. There, on top of his dishwasher, was a familiar cell phone. His cell phone.
He reached out for it, taking the new and still confusing object in his hands. He wasn't very good with working the object yet but he knew a bit. He tapped the pad of his thumb against the screen and it lit up. There against the black background was three new notifications.
2 missed calls from N.F.
A email from someone name 'Viagra'.
And a text message from an unknown number.
He tapped the notification for the text twice, causing it to open.
'Be seeing ya Handsome ;)'