Captain America: 13

Based on the Marvel movies: Snip-fictions of the evolving relationship of Steve Rogers, Captain America, and Sharon Carter's, Agent 13. Each chapter is set as a prequel to a movie - Captain America: Winter Solider, The Avengers: Age of Ultron and Captain America: Civil War. Since Civil War has not yet been released the novel The Death of Captain America by Larry Hama is woven into the plot. Smutty-fun-goodness.

I. Captain America: Neighbors

Set post Avengers and pre-Captain America: Winter Solider -

Steve loved spring and especially the morning. The smell reminded him of…another time. The opened window circulated that spring air and the sounds of the city within his bedroom. As he lay in bed listening, the early morning sun beamed on his face he suddenly frowned. He heard what, at first, seemed like a garbage truck out front of his building. The loud engine, beeping as it backed up – that was not a garbage truck.

Being a solider, an Avenger you needed to be alert to strange, new activities of the world. He rolled over onto his side peering at the clock, 7:53 am. On a normal Captain America day he'd already be up and have his day started by now. He had returned to the city late last night. After a much needed hot shower he had crashed into bed.

Yawning he got up, rubbing his face as he did so. Moving the blinds up, he peered outside. Below in front of the building was a U-Haul that had just parked next to the building, explaining the noise. Two guys exited the passenger side. Steve continued to watch as they both started towards the back of the U-Haul then sliding open the door.

Nothing suspicious so far and both men appeared normal. Content, Steve pulled at the blinds to see if he could get a couple more hours of needed but he stopped when the driver of the U-Haul exited. A woman, blonde hair, late twenties climbed out. She called out to her passengers she was going to unlock the apartment. The pair grunted in reply. The woman rolled her eyes and started for the building.

Steve was completely transfixed by this woman and everything seeeemed tooo slooooow dooowwwn. He caught himself, realizing the apartment next to him was vacant...and recently rented out. Fumbling Steve quickly changed into jeans and a white t-shirt, socks and shoes followed. Making his way to the bathroom he was thankful he had an opportunity to shower last night. After his hair was brushed he used his super speed to brush his teeth.

Once finished he double checked his appearance in the mirror then hastily ventured to his door. In the hall he fumbled with his keys as he started down the stairs when he bumped into someone. Instinctively he grabbed that someone's left arm as his left arm in turn grabbed hold on to the woman's back. His breath caught, it was the woman from the U-Haul. He stared into her eyes, dark brown, beautiful, and complex. They reminded him of someone and at the moment he couldn't think of who that someone was.

The stare continued to her soft features then rested below to her lips, slightly open in a surprised expression. That was when Steve realized he was staring. Gathering himself, he then helped her regain her balance. "I'm sorry ma'am. I wasn't watching my step," he offered, thankful he didn't stammer his words.

The woman climbed the rest of the stairs so they were now face to face. An amused look upon her face, "Ma'am," she replied. "Are all the men here gentlemen or are you just the old fashion type?" she asked.

For some reason that got him flustered. Perhaps it was the reminder of his previous life, years before and serum ago, a time when talking to women was not something he did.

"I, that's just how, uh ma'am, my parents raised me, ma'am," he said struggling with the sentence.

She frowned at being called ma'am again and again. "Okay I take it back. I don't like the gentlemanly type." He looked hurt and confused after she said it even though she had a smile on her face. 'Was he really still this insecure?' she thought to herself. "Just, only if it means you calling me ma'am all the time."

The playful grin grew more pronounced upon her face. Steve looked up from his feet and finally saw her expression. He couldn't help but grin himself finally understanding she was just teasing him. She turned towards her apartment, which was in fact the apartment next to his. "Good to know," she walked away and after a few steps she turned back to face him, "Thank you, for catching me." Her attention now focused on her keys to unlock the door.

Steve didn't want this encounter to end just yet, his Captain America confidence taking hold of him again. "Well I can't accept the gratitude since I was the one who bumped into you, Mrs…" he started knowing she didn't want to hear him say ma'am again but he did not yet know her name.

She turned back to looked at him with a slight frown which quickly turned into a grin. "Playing the hero? Well accidents happen," she began as she opened the door to her apartment. She started in but stopped to look at him once again. "And it's Ms. Kate, Mr…" she countered, waiting for his reply.

Steve smiled in return, "Steve."

"Well Mr. Steve I need to…" she started.

"I was, uh, going for some coffee and was wondering, would you like me to bring any back for you?"

Kate smiled at the offer. "That's very generous of you Steve but I've had my fill for the day."

"Of course. Well I have the day off so if you need any help just," he began offering.

"I think we're all set but thank you. My friends owe me a few favors and I plan on making them earn every bit of it."

Steve chuckled. "Don't let me keep you from your slave labor then," he said and Kate laughed.

"I appreciate that." It was an instant attraction between the two but there was something more, something about her that drew him in. He wasn't going to wait to figure out what it was; he was going to dive right in.

She began closing her door and Steve wanted to mention something important to their new connection. "Oh and Kate," he started. The door opened slightly and Steve took a step towards her. "Looks like we're neighbors," he finished, nodding towards his apartment door.

Kate looked at Steve's door and then to face Steve, a smile again taking hold of her face. "Hmm, that we are," she said simply.

"So if you need anything don't be a stranger."

"Will do. I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other, neighbor." With that she gave him one last smile and closed the door.

Steve's legs were jelly and the butterflies in his stomach were at heightened speed. He raced down the stairs planning on getting a cup of coffee from the vendor down the road and return to his apartment hoping for a chance at another encounter but he knew he couldn't sit around with how he was feeling. He had to blow off some steam. Laps around the National Mall sounded like the way to go.

~I~

She needed to eventually make casual contact with Steve but hadn't expected to run into him so soon. She saw her opportunity at the top of the stairs while he was focused with his keys. She initiated contact making it appear as though Steve was at fault

'He was the one at fault', she thought, a tad guilty to herself. This mission was going to be hard. She didn't realize how much so until she made contact with him. All of the stories her Aunt Peggy told her, what she read about growing up and now being a Shield Agent, as amazing as the image he portrayed it still didn't do him justice.

She needed to be close but not too close, not too friendly – enough to be a friendly neighbor and nothing more. Even with how well trained she was she couldn't shake the feelings she felt once she had made contact with him. The stories, the preparation could not have prepared her for this, especially with her Aunt's history with him. He had such a true genuineness about him.

It wouldn't be right starting something with him, under her cover identity, as a lie. That would only end badly she knew and he did not deserve that. Distance was the key to this mission. "Agent 13 report, over," a voice called out from her ear piece.

Pressing her index finger and thumb to what appeared to be a normal looking earring she responded. "Contact made. Proceeding with mission, over."

"I want an update with anything out of the ordinary Agent 13."

"Will do sir."

"And 13, your Aunt would have wanted you to run this op. Over and out," Fury finished. Then there was silence.

Sharon stood in a daze – what would her Aunt say about this op? Spying on Captain America and lying to him. Sharon couldn't tell her Aunt anything of missions anymore. Sharon hated what had become of her role model not too long ago.

Her parents had discouraged Sharon from this career but Sharon couldn't deny her calling. It was in her blood; the adventure, challenges, danger, long hours; the life of an agent.

Sharon needed to focus on the task at hand because she had a job to do. Help safe guard Captain America.

~end I~

1 of 5 chapters: I'm hoping posting this will get me motivated to finish this before Civil War comes out in theaters if not I might have some edits to do.