This is the first Falcon one that I've done. This starts off with quite a lot of backstory, incorporating the comics into this as well as it fitting into the storyline. The story of Riley has been only slightly tweaked in this and I mean Riley - the one who was Falcon's best buddy.
In this version, Falcon fights in AOU by the way.
I thought it would be really interesting to see thing to Sam's perspective, a POV that people don't get a lot of. PART OF ROPMS!
Please tell me which POV you would prefer:
1. Falcon?
2. Elisa?
3. Both?
I've never written a male POV, but I think it might be nice to try it from his perspective. What do you think?
Thank you!
NEARLY 13,000 words!
Most people are unaware that I didn't have the best start in life. I grew up in a tough neighbourhood in Washington, D.C, where getting punched in the face was a normal everyday occurrence. My father was a minister and died trying to stop a fight that began on the streets, but unfortunately died because of it. Me and him didn't get on particularly well, but he was still my father, the guy who raised me, and my heart ached when I found out. I wasn't that old, only 7, so I guess it changed me, but the anger that formed inside of me occurred 8 years after that when my mother died when two muggers cornered her on her way home from work.
I was out for a run at the time, funnily enough not getting chased by anyway, when I decided to go home as she would be back soon. I was training up to be in the army, like my father used to be. I felt as if I had to honour him and my school grades weren't exactly the best. My mother worked a few late shifts a night at the hospital to pay for food and bills now that my father was gone. I was walking through the streets, keeping my head down when shady people walked past me, ones that I had history with, when noticed a body lying on the floor in an alleyway. There were two figures standing over it, one of the figures holding a knife in his hand.
"Hey!" I shouted and ran down to face them. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked. The men were big, at least a few inches taller than me, and I knew that I wasn't going to be able to beat them, but I had to try. I looked down at the person lying on the floor and saw that it was a woman. It was my mother. I stared at her, watching the blood pooling out of her clothes. I couldn't remove my eyes from her until I was punched in the face by one of the attackers.
I was immediately knocked to the floor and they started to kick my stomach, pain spreading through me at the hits I was receiving. Someone must've seen the attack as I heard police sirens wailing in the distance. I felt them stop kicking me and heard them scuttle off to whatever hole they came from.
My head was turned on its side and my face was pointed in the direction of my dead mother, lying there on the ground. Tears were welling up in my eyes and I felt rage boil through me at the sight. I tried to shuffle closer, but a policeman came up to me and helped me to my feet. He took my hands and I remember the conversation to this day.
"Son, are you alright? What happened here?" he asked and suddenly I felt like I couldn't speak. My throat felt blocked and I couldn't find the oxygen to breath. I felt my heartbeat get faster and faster and I could feel myself falling down to the ground. The officer put his arm around me, holding me up. He could tell I was injured. I saw more policeman rush past me, guns up, following the person that had just stabbed my mother and hurt me. My eyes never moved off of my mother. "Do you know who this woman is?" he asked and I still couldn't respond with words. Instead I reached into my pocket and pulled out the wallet that I always carried on me. I handed it to him and he must've looked at me curiously, but I was too transfixed on my mother to realise.
Her face was relaxed and it looked like she was sleeping. I wished that she was sleeping, but I knew that she wasn't. I wanted to kill them. I wanted to kill the people that had taken her from me. They were both gone now, both of my parents were gone.
"I'm sorry." the policeman said as someone came to put a sheet over the body. I let them. In reality, I had to stop staring at my mother's face as it was making me feel sick with grief. The policeman took me into the car and took me off to the station. I was left sitting in the back, staring at the head rest of the driving in front, blaming myself for not running down the roads fast enough to get to her in time.
I didn't speak for days after it happened, only finally opening up when Riley, my best friend, was allowed to see me. Me and him were friends since secondary school started, never wanting to get into fights, but always seeming to. We both wanted to be in the military, not on the ground, but in the air. Everything seemed much more interesting from a bird's eye view.
Life without my mother was hard and I found it difficult to fit back into normal life, the only reminder of my old life being Riley when we hung out together, more often since his parents let me stay at his after I was parentless. We were practically brothers and it reminded me of Steve and Bucky, not that I knew much about them then. I knew they were in the military and that Steve was Captain America and Bucky was a sergeant, Captain America's best friend. Riley was my version of Bucky. We even read the comic books about them sometimes - the adventures of Captain America. I found some old radio shows online that even had Captain America broadcasts that were invented to keep the memory of him alive after he was plunged into the ocean.
Riley helped me remain calm, my anger consuming me most of the time. I got into many fights at school and became known as 'Snap', because of my quick temper. I used to take my anger out on punch bags, but it didn't really helped. I had attempted to find the thugs that killed my mother, but I had no luck, only eventually getting a little bit of relief knowing that the police had captured them a few months later. I decided to take up karate lessons and Riley did too. I don't think he particularly needed to as his brothers had taught him how to fight, but unfortunately I didn't have any siblings. Well...unless you counted Riley. He helped me become a better fighter and I thanked him for that more times than I could count.
So me and RIley became our own superheroes, making our way up the military ladder, becoming paratroopers for the United States Air Force. We were both paired up in the 58th rescue squadron and given the EXO-7 Falcon mechanical wing harness to test out, allowing us to fly. In all those years as a child, I never believed that I would actually fly. Me and him were readying ourselves for a mission in Afghanistan.
"Falcon 1, ready?" the pilot asked me over the comms unit.
"Yes, ma'am." I replied, formally, tightening the straps on my shoot and looking out over the nights sky.
"Falcon 2, ready?" the woman asked again, this time to my best friend standing next to me in a copy of the suit I had. They were the only two suits that had been made so far, the army deeming them perfect for our skill sets.
"Strapped and ready, ma'am." he replied, flashing the woman a cocky smile when she glanced over at him. She let her lips rise a little, but turned back to face the wheel.
"You know, you should ask her out." I said to him, smirking at the man. Riley was good at flirting, in a similar way to me actually but he never thought about actually going into a relationship with someone.
"Maybe after the mission." he replied, checking that his gloves were secure, trying to distract himself from the conversation.
"You said that last time." I reminded him, raising an eyebrow.
"You guys know I can hear you, right?" the pilot, Ashley, asked, looking back at us from the cockpit. I could see Riley panic for a moment, worried how she was going to react, but slipped back to his confident front almost immediately. He could flirt for sure, but when he actually cared about someone, he lost his cool. I had noticed the two of them talking earlier while we were preparing to board the plane and saw them exchange a few more than friendly glances at each other.
"Oh we know." Riley replied, chuckling to himself, and Ashley rolled her eyes, though a smile was on her face too.
"Get the job done and I will go on a date with you…" she said, playfully, looking forward at the path set.
"Deal." Riley accepted immediately and I laughed at their antics. I hadn't had time to find a girl to properly settle down with. I had a few flings with some of the agents, my charm naturally bleeding through, but no one that I didn't feel like I could stay with for longer than a month. Believe me, I loved women, but I didn't seem to find the right one. Distracting myself from my troublesome love life, I looked out at the night sky, wondering whether me and my partner were even going to make it through the mission. We had been sent to capture Khalid Khandil, a huge target to the United States Armed Forces. We were being sent in to apprehend him incase he tried to fight back, which he was expected to do. I had been injured in a mission with Riley before, taking a bullet wound to the arm, which only had me in the hospital for a week or so, but there was always another opportunity for either one of us to get shot down.
"Nervous?" Riley asked and I turned my head to him. The man who I had grown up with was asking me whether I was nervous about the possibility of us getting killed? There was always a possibility, but Khandil had a lot of firepower.
"Course not." I lied, looking back out at the darkness. "You?" I asked, tilting my head to see him smile at my question.
"Course not." he repeated and I smiled at him. We both knew that we were lying and worrying about the same thing, but we never stressed the issue out loud, not wanting to think about how it would hurt us if one of us did get injured or worse than that killed. I had these thoughts run through my mind every mission and it always brought me back to the same thoughts of us wanting to be Captain America. The only problem was that I couldn't stop remembering how Bucky had died, leaving Captain America behind, thought it wasn't for very long. However, the probability of me being in a ship when I already had a set of wings and also me being frozen wasn't very high. We were standing in the plane, waiting for the possible instructions to come through.
"How long do you think we'll be doing this for?" I asked him, leaning against the side of the plane, keeping a hand wrapped around a pole to steady myself.
"Hmm...I couldn't imagine stopping. Why you thinking about retiring on me?" he asked, smiling as he knew I would never leave him behind.
"What? And have you get into even more trouble than you already do? I don't think so." I said, shaking my head.
"I don't get into that much trouble." he argued, glaring at me.
"I beg to differ." Ashley commented and I smirked at her.
"Hey, you're meant to be on my side." he pointed out and she laughed. He pointed at me. "You too, so called 'partner'." he said, huffing and crossing his arms over his chest.
"Excuse me," I said, breaking out into a small grin. "Who does all of your paperwork every time we comple-"
"Guys, Khandil's on the move." Ashley butted in, my focus of filling out the paperwork after every mission now out of my brain. The rapid fire of bullets could be heard from where we were stationed above the facility in case the unit infiltrating below us needed any help.
I looked at Riley and he nodded at me, both of us prepared to jump off the helicopter to sail down and take down the enemy. "Attack in 3…" the woman began counting down. "2…" I tightened the fists surrounded by my gloves to calm the adrenaline that was pumping through my body. "1…" she said and me and RIley simultaneously leapt out of the building, arm locked to our sides as we glided down towards the base.
"Falcon 2, go East. Falcon 1, take the West." Ashley informed us and I looked at Riley who smiled sadly at me before gliding off, heading to the right hand side of the building. I followed the orders and sailed down left, my wings expanding and taking the full force of the wind powering behind me.
I glided down to the West side, immediately taking out my guns and shooting down the enemies who were attacking our troops. I landed on the ground, taking one of the enemies' guns, and using it to hit the man in the face knocking him backwards. I flew up, my training coming into us as I kicked the man powerfully in the stomach with both of my feet. Most of them were down and I helped take down the rest.
"He hidden himself in the North East side of the building. Most of it is open-air, but he has five men surrounding him, most likely carrying weapons. Both of you get there now. Be careful." Ashley informed us. I flew to the sky's knowing that our forces could take out the remaining guards stationed on the West side as I went to join my wingman.
"Engaging." Riley said, through the earpiece as he fired at the men hiding on the East side. I heard an explosion from not too far away as I glided over the building to get to my partner, soon seeing a large fire form on the sand from an explosion. "They have RPG's" Riley reported and I saw him trying to dodge out of the way of them as they attacked him.
"Falcon, hurry." Ashley warned me and I shot forward, desperate to help my friend. I saw one of the guards being taken down my Riley's bullets and then another. I flew towards them, shooting one of them straight in the head. I noticed Khandil in the corner, cowering as the fight was taking place.
I brought my gun up, ready to shoot the other enemy that was shooting at my best friend, but the guard knocked the gun out of my hand, hitting my in the elbow. My gun flew across the floor and I didn't go to reach for it, instead deciding to block the fist that was aimed at my face. I punched him in the gut, causing him to bend over and kneed him in the face. He stumbled back slightly and went to bring out his own hand gun, but I quickly intercepted it and held it to his forehead quickly.
I was about to engage with the guard when an explosion sounded, causing some feedback to my earpiece. I shook my head, holding my hand to my ear, and tried to steady myself for an attack. Fortunately, I still fired at the guard and he fell to the ground instantly as I spun round, shooting the last guard.
I would've turned round to arrest Khandil, but my eyes caught something crashing from the sky. "Riley!" I heard Ashley scream into my earpiece, but it was a whisper to me. I watched as the ball of flames glided through the air, little sparks of fire coming off of it, as it slowly made it's way down. That's how it felt to me. It all happened in slow motion, the burning flame of my best friend gradually getting closer and closer to the ground, which wasn't going to affect his body at all as he was already dead. The sharp, orange and yellow light burned against my eyes, but I couldn't look away. The one last thing I had left in the world was gone and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I heard orders being shouted in my ears, but I was ignoring them, not by choice, but I couldn't hear them. The witty, charming, stupid man that I had known for the past 27 years had left me.
The mission was fine. Some of the other agents had picked up Khandil when he got away from my location as I was distracted. Ashley was devastated over Riley's death, but I was completely broken. I tried to carry on serving, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it after that. So, I decided to go back to Washington and find my place there.
I spent the first few months just resting, the money from the government giving me more than enough to be comfortable. I bought a new place and spent lots of money on pillows. They were my new favourite thing. Comfortable sleeping in the force wasn't very common. We spent most of our missions in tents and even when we were at base, the pillows, or that's what they called them, were like rocks. I had never fully appreciated the softness and comfort of a pillow until I returned back home. I spent every morning running, trying to get back into it. Even though I had missions abroad and we were technically doing a workout for those, I couldn't go for my morning runs. The camps were too small and it was too dangerous to go outside of the zones they had put us in, so missions were our only form of exercise.
I had regular appointments with a psychologist to make sure that I didn't top myself of Riley's death. I was incredibly saddened by it, but was much better than I was when I was in the military. Being in that environment didn't make me feel comfortable, so I had to stop. The PTSD was too much. Nightmares were a common occurrence. After he died, I used to wake up screaming every night, the image of him falling and me standing there, unable to anything, replaying over and over in my head. The environment reminded me of the reason why he was dead and I couldn't deal with that, so I went home, often finding myself walk past the place where my mother was murdered. I always stopped myself, standing in front of where her body had been lying. I had that memory permanently tattooed into my mind. Two tours was enough for me.
After a year, I was trying to get on with my life, still owning a lot of money from the army days. I could've not gotten a job at all, but when my therapist recommended becoming a group therapist, helping people with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder get past it. The man who was helping me said that I had improved incredibly well since I had first arrived and I even stopped attending the sessions a while after that, not feeling like I needed them anymore. I did have nightmares a few days of the month, only waking up screaming on some occasions, but they were only about once a month, which I didn't consider to be very often.
Joining the Department of Veterans Affairs was the best decision I ever made. I got trained up and become qualified as a therapist, but took my own spin to doing the job. I always did want to help others and this seemed like the best way to do it. There were quite a few people in the group that had been through the army and had gotten worse from Loki invading the city, feeling helpless from the constant reminder that the people they loved weren't safe. I reassured them by saying that they had people to protect them and that withdrawing from the army was what they needed to do, because there were soldiers around the world fighting the battles that they can't and protecting them from harm.
I seemed to be doing a good job. Some observers came in and saw how I did things and they were pretty pleased with what I was doing. I liked planning the things that we were going to work through each week and they pay was quite good as well. I did one-to-one sessions occasionally, but I made a habit not to take on more than three people. Working as a group to sort out issues seemed to be much more effective. Only if issues were serious enough, I would provide them with one-to-one sessions. It helped me as well, reducing the nightmares that I had, but I still woke up screaming sometimes. I didn't know that meeting Captain America would only make the matters worse. It wasn't his fault, I knew that, but I can't help think that my nightmares would've been saved if I never planned to go along with his crazy ideas.
I first met him in the park as I was out for my morning run. I'd had quite a good morning, but felt a little down-sized by the man who was practically speeding around the park.
"On your left." a man said, running past me, and he was so fast that I couldn't see his face. I had seen this man before, beginning to run in the park as soon as I had finished. I guessed it was something to do with his work schedule as he would be there at 8 on the dot every morning, whereas I would start at 7. However, this morning he was here at half past seven, which set me on edge slightly. The guy was huge, not as big as Thor, but still huge. 'Obviously a fitness nut' I thought to myself as I continued to jog.
Not too long afterwards, the man came around again. "On your left." he repeated. I was debating whether he was trying to take the piss out of me or whether he was genuinely concerned about him surprising me as he came around.
"On my left. Got it." I said, hoping that he would get the hint to stop. He shot off again and I wondered more about who his was. He looked recognisable, but I couldn't quite put a name to the face. Perhaps he was an old friend, perhaps not. I hadn't been talking to anyone recently apart from the group of people that I had therapy with. To be honest, I was a bad role model. I wasn't taking therapy myself and I didn't talk to any of my friends, which was the exact opposite of what I was advising them to do.
I noticed the man nearing me from a corner I had just turned. Well...he would've been far away, but this man seemed to be quite the athlete. He was creeping up behind me and I warned him. "Don't say it. Don't you say it."
"On your left." he repeated and I rolled my eyes as I ran, trying to catch up with him out of stubbornness. By this time, I had been running for the past fifty minutes and couldn't even keep close with him. I decided to stop, my hands going on my knees, as I tried to breathe like a normal person, not caring about whether anyone saw me. I didn't know anyone, so it wouldn't have matter whether anyone had seen me or not. I watched the man run, or rather sprint, and noticed where I had seen him before. Battle of New York. I had heard about it when I was in Afghanistan, the faces of Iron Man, Hulk, Thor, two people that weren't name, but looked similar to that of S.H.I.E.L.D agents and lastly Captain America. The man who was sprinting around the park. The man who had joked with me about my running speed.
When I came to the realisation, I was a little struck by how casual he was. I thought he would be constantly protected by guards on either side of him and a leash around his neck to keep him from being assassinated. I guess he didn't need any help from anyone though being a super soldier.
His humorous side reminded me of Riley and I felt a pang in my chest at the memory of us running together in the mornings, him taking it up with me after my mother had died. I thought about him and how he must've felt, waking up in a time when nobody knew him. It just made me think about how me and him were quite similar, me without any modifying serums though I wish I did. However, the only reason he survived was because of the serum and I thought about how he might be immortal, the people he loves just passing him by in life.
My thoughts went to Bucky and how he must've felt when he lost him. Did a pain go through his chest whenever he remembered the fact that his best friend had left him? Not that I would ever find out. He was a high profile agent and I was only a councillor now.
I had walked a small amount of the way to the tree where I was going to rest my ass for a while when I picked up into a run again, the oxygen circulating round my body properly. I had only run about two metres when Rogers passed me again, saying what was going to become his catchphrase.
"On your left." he said for the fourth fucking time. I had to admire him and his speed. I knew he was only messing with me and I wasn't taking his little jabs seriously.
"Nice catchphrase." I shouted to him and I could've sworn I heard him laugh. I watched him run to the end of the stretch of concrete before turning right to go around the circuit again. I had only just reached the main road before Steve was going to pass me again and this time he ran past without saying that catchphrase which I had come to know him by, being too far away from me to say it without shouting.
I slumped down by the tree, resting my head against it, and watched him sprint, arms at perfect angles, leg coming up just high enough. He could've been on an advert and I wouldn't have even known.
I turned my head, my chest rising up and down from the heaving breaths in my lungs, and noticed that a man was sitting on a bench staring straight at me. I furrowed my eyebrows, a little confused as to why he was looking at me. I guess I was a little paranoid, but then I realised that it was most likely Steve's guards that were making sure I wasn't a threat. I looked to the bench on the opposite side of the water where another man was sitting, inconspicuously reading a newspaper, also staring in my direction. I turned my head to face forward, watching the cars pass by as I relaxed my body, my energy dropping into the floor.
"Need a medic?" I heard a voice ask from behind me. I turned and looked at him, completing my theory about him. He was definitely Steve Rogers.
"I need a new set of lungs." I told him and he laughed. I decided that I kinda liked this guy. He seemed normal enough, not the old fashioned person that people were showing him off to be. "Dude, you just ran, like 13 miles in 30 minutes."
"I guess I got a late start." he replied and I couldn't tell whether he was joking or not.
"Really? You should be ashamed of yourself. You should take another lap." I told him and looked out at the rectangular area that we had just been running in. I looked back and asked "Did you just take it? I assumed you just took it."
He smiled and pointed at my jumper. I hadn't even realised that I had put it on, but, for some reason, it was the only iten that I had that didn't make me think of Riley too much. They allowed me to keep his dog tags, which were sitting in the drawer with mine. They had remained that way ever since I had gotten back. "What unit you with?" he asked and started a conversation with me about the army. It made me realise the similarities that we shared. I hadn't gotten along with anyone for the past few years, my temper taking over every time, but Steve made me feel relaxed and at ease. I even invited him to the VA, half joking about the matter, but I wouldn't mind seeing this guy again. I wouldn't be able to contact him any other way and he seemed nice, but I didn't want to ask for his number, thinking that it may have been a little weird to do.
After recommending one of the best soundtracks of all time - Trouble Man soundtrack by Marvin Gaye, 1972, a track that me and Riley used to listen to in the army - I went home, showered, and went to the offices to my first meeting, going on with my day like I hadn't met Captain America that morning.
The next few days went by quite smoothly, Captain America surprisingly coming into the VA. I was talking with my group discussing how nightmares affected them, doing a session that had now become three times instead of one time a week. No one was telling me to do it, but I wanted to help them. I had sessions most days now, at least 2 each day whether they were individual meetings or group meetings.
"Visions weren't always part of my day to day life, but the thing is, I think it's getting worse. A cop pulled me over last week. He thought I was drunk." Cindy told me, pushing her hands together as she shared her struggles with the group. "I swerved to miss a plastic bag. I thought it was an IED." I had done exactly the same thing a couple of weeks ago, but when I was just walking in the street. It isn't something that you would expect to bring back with you from the battles, but you do.
"Some stuff you leave there, other stuff you bring back." I began, remembering that a lot of my memories have been brought back and re-lived. Many times. "It's our job to figure out how to carry it. Is it gonna be in a big suitcase, or in a little-man purse? It's up to you." In all honestly, I needed a fucking moving truck to carry the shit I was dealing with in my head.
My eyes caught someone moving at the door and I thought it was someone who had missed or was joining the meeting, but that wasn't the case. I was surprised to see Steve Rogers there, looking in from the window, watching me talk to the group.
"Alright, that is all from this week. Thank you very much." I told them, noticing that we had run five minutes over. I didn't care about that though. It wasn't exactly like I had a boss in reality.
The woman who had been speaking moments ago came up and said "I'll see you next week." referring to the one-to-one appointment that we were going to have on Wednesday.
"Definitely." I replied, smiling at the woman. I hadn't really made friends, but I guess you could define the people in therapy friends, even if some of them did leave every few weeks.
Everyone filed out of the room and I met with Rogers outside of it. "Look who it is," I began. "The running man." He smiled and looked back into the room I had been talking in.
"Caught the last few minutes." he told me, gesturing to it and I looked back at it briefly. "It's pretty intense."
"Yeah, brother, we all got the same problems." I told him, hoping to find some common ground with him as I was sure he felt the same thing as I did. "Guilt, regret." he said and he raised his eyebrows, catching onto what I was saying, not that I particularly wanted to talk about it.
"You lose someone?" he asked, sincerely. 'I've lost a lot more than one person' I thought in my head, but didn't want him to know the details to that. My mother, father and the person who was practically my brother. I couldn't remember whether Steve's parents were alive or dead, but I made it my task to find out.
"My wingman, Riley." I replied, the familiar chest pain coming back to me. "Flying a night mission. Infiltrate the enemy. It was simple, nothing we hadn't done a thousand times before." I told him, my mind going back to standing on that rooftop, watching my best friend burn in flames as he fell to the floor. "But we underestimated the fire power they had. An RPG knocked Riley's dumb ass out of the sky. It was like I was up there just to watch." I honestly felt like a spectator, unable to change the events that had happened, the only thing being that I could've gotten there quicker. I could've flown there quicker, taken down the enemy more efficiently and it would've saved him. I should've fought better to save Riley in the same way I should've run faster to save my mother.
"I'm sorry." he said, genuinely. I honestly believed that he shared the same pain I did. Losing Bucky must've been awfully hard on him.
"After that, I had a really hard time finding a reason for being over there, you know?"
"But you're happy now, back in the world?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I gestured around me. "The number of people giving the orders is down to about zero." I smiled. "So, hell yeah. Are you thinking about getting out?" I asked, wondering whether he was back in the world.
"No." he said, sounding a little unsure. I never thought Captain America would be one to doubt himself. "I don't know. To be honest, I don't know what I would do with myself if I did." He reminded me of a teenager, indecisive about the future and what they wanted to do. I got the impression that he didn't just come here to talk to me, but came here because he needed help. I didn't mind and I wouldn't bring it up, but he was lost. It had been two years and he was still lost.
"Ultimate fighting?" I suggested and he laughed. "Just a great idea off the top of my head. Seriously, you could do whatever you want to do." I added, trying to make him feel inspired to go with his heart. "What makes you happy?"
"I don't know." he replied, shrugging. 'Well, that's a great start.' I thought to myself.
"Any hobbies? Knitting, that sort of thing?" I asked, leaning against the wall. He stood, hands behind his back, in a standard soldier position. I guessed that he had gotten used to being the soldier that everyone always wanted, but it was up to him what he was, not the people.
He shrugged again. "I'm into art I guess. Spent a lot of time drawing when I was in the army."
"There you go. Do some more of that. Maybe sell it if you're good enough?" I said and he scoffed. He was most likely being modest and was actually really good at art, seeing as he was good at everything. "I'm serious. You may find yourself being more famous for that than your work for the government." I said and he raised an eyebrow.
"You really think so? They are pretty determined for me to be the soldier." he replied, dipping his head down slightly, his gaze locking onto the floor. I decided to voice my own thoughts in hope that it would make him feel better.
"Steve," I began, feeling comfortable using a first name basis now. Using his surname felt a bit too formal as well. I felt like a friend giving advice, not a therapist telling him what he should or shouldn't be doing. "The world has made you into the soldier, that's what they want, but it's up to you what you want to be. They can't make you be something that you don't want to be."
He looked up and a small smirk came to his lips. "Did you write that down first or was it off the top of your head?" he asked and I laughed at him, finding his humour similar to mine.
"Oh, you know me. Always prepared." I smiled and he nodded.
"I need to go, but I'll come in to talk you at some other time if that's alright." he said and I watched him turn around.
"Hang on," I said, causing him to stop and spin back round to me. I pulled a business card out of my pocket and handed it to him. "Just incase you have a heart attack while running or need a therapist to get your head straight."
He smiled at me and took the card, looking at it for a moment before slipping it into his own pocket. He held out his hand and I shook it, trying not to wince at the strong grip he had. "Thank you, Sam." he replied and I nodded.
"Anything to get me noticed by the receptionist." I said, looking over to the receptionist at the desk who was looking at us. He laughed and left, leaving me to walk back to my office to look at my appointments for later in the day.
Steve seemed really lost and, in all honesty, I wonder whether he will ever be able to change. It must've been incredibly difficult for him to adjust.
Even though I gave Steve my card, he didn't call me. I was slightly disappointed, because we did get along and I thought we were friends. The next time I saw him wasn't exactly what I expected.
I came back from my morning run, noticing that Steve wasn't there when I went, not even there when it neared 8 o'clock. There had been reports in the news about him, some for and some against. I switched on the television and saw a report saying that Steve Rogers had committed a criminal offensive, whereas the paper that was placed on the table said a different storing. Many people on the internet had said that he must've had a reason to go against the government though I was unsure that he did. I didn't believe in all the things that the press were saying, the comments saying he was a fugitive. He wouldn't do that. He didn't seem like that kind of guy.
I heard a knock on the door as soon as I picked up my orange juice. I looked at the orange juice and really wanted to take a refreshing sip, but decided to open the door instead. I placed the glass on the table and walked over to the door, looking over to the gun that was stored in the secret compartment by the letterbox.
I opened the door and was surprised to see Steve standing there, a woman that I had seen earlier in the car with him practically slumped on his shoulder. What the hell had those two been though? The woman's hair was scruffy and covered in dirt. Steve's had less dirt in it as it wasn't long, but looked much scruffier. There was a streak of dried blood on the woman's cheek and Steve had scratches across his face, some of which had already scarred over, probably from the serum. I had guessed from the beginning that this woman had been a spy like Rogers, shadily sitting in the car with straight hair and a false smile. I had my suspicions, but this confirmed it.
"Hey man." I greeted casually, standing in the doorway waiting for an explanation. I only then realised that he had gotten my address from the card that I gave him that stated my address in case of emergencies.
"I'm sorry about this." he said, shuffling slightly to hold Natasha a little better. I wondered whether they were a couple and cursed in my mind for even considering the idea. Of course they were! Two people that good-looking. How could they stay away from each other? "We need a place to lay low."
"Everyone we know is trying to kill us." the woman added. She was small, much small compared to Steve, but looked stronger than the average
"Not everyone." I replied and stepped aside to let them through the door. The swiftly came into the house and I checked the surroundings. Certain that there was no one watching the house, I slid the door shut and turned round to them.
"Medical supplies?" The woman asked. She was a down to business type woman, not bothering with introductions. Steve had probably informed her of who I was already.
"Through there. Go into the bedroom and turn left. There's a bathroom in there, which has medical supplies in. Open the mirror, second shelf." I informed her, pointing towards the door which contained the bathroom. She nodded, not even thanking me for hosting her, and left to fix up her injuries.
"I'm sorry. Romanoff's not very friendly with people that she doesn't know well. Gives her time to trust people."
"And what makes you think you can trust me?" I asked, curious as to why he had decided to crash here after only two days of meeting. He looked up and stared straight into my eyes, his words speaking the truth.
"Because you saw me as Steve Rogers, not Captain America." he said, a brief smile flitting past his lips. I trusted Steve, not just because he was Captain America, but he wouldn't do all the stupid things the press are accusing him of.
"Did you say Romanoff? As in Natasha Romanoff?" I asked, picking up the drink from the table and finally taking the sip of orange juice that I needed. I had heard the name Romanoff shot round a few times, finding out that she was a Level 7 S.H.I.E.L.D agent and I wondered what she was doing with Rogers.
"Yeah." he replied, simply.
"Why is she with you? You two on an assignment or something? S.H.I.E.L.D partners or romantic?" I asked, slightly worried that he would take it the wrong way.
He shook his head instantly, cheeks rising up to a light shade of pink. "She...she isn't my girlfriend. We are mission partners. Strike Team Delta. She is usually paired up with another agent called Clint, but Fury tasked us to each other a couple of weeks ago." he explained and I nodded, placing the glass that I was drinking out of into the sink when I had finished.
"Have you got a plan? The media are conflicted about whether to believe you or not." I told him, sliding him the newspaper. His eyes briefly scanned over it, reading the relevant information. I wondered whether his eyesight was improved with the serum. Imagine, no matter how much you looked at electronics, your eyesight would never falter.
"Yeah. I've got parts of it, but I'll need to go over it with Nat." he explained and I nodded, letting him attend to Romanoff. "Thanks again, Sam. I'm sorry." he said and I waved my hand.
"Don't worry about it, man." I replied and smiled at him. He returned the smile and then turned his back to attend to his partner.
Half an hour later, after breakfast had been eaten and the two agents had sorted out their injuries, we were in my living room sorting out what our plan was. They were talking about how to take down S.H.I.E.L.D and I stared at them, wondering whether I should suggest that I should get geared up into the suit again. It would be an awful lot of pain to bring back to my mind. The last time I wore the suit was when I was with Riley, the day that he had died. I refused to wear it after that day, because it was too much for me to handle. They understood and decided not to use the suits after that, feeling that it was too much for the world to handle. Also, they considered the suit less stable than working on the ground. So they kept them locked up...and I knew exactly where.
"So the real question is, how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a S.H.I.E.L.D officer in broad daylight?" Steve question and, in a split decision, I grabbed the folder from the top of one of my cabinets and placed it on the table in front of them.
"The answer is, you don't." I replied.
"What's this?" Steve asked, inspecting the front of the folder curiously.
"Call it a resume." I replied as Natasha picked up a photo of me and Riley that was attached to the front of it with a paperclip. I had the same photocopied and put on my fridge and had it in a frame in my room too.
"Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you? You didn't say he was a Pararescue." Nat said, turning to Steve as he took the photo.
"Is this Riley?" he asked, gesturing the man standing next to me in the photo.
"Yeah." I replied quietly, not trying to think about the pain spreading through my chest again. Hearing my best friend's name without him being close hurt.
"I heard they couldn't bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use? A stealth chute?" Did this woman know every mission or something? It was a big mission for the Unites Airforce, but to remember that piece of information is incredible. The thought of the choppers brought me back to Ashley and I wondered how she was. 'I might be able to find her on Facebook and get in touch with her.' I thought to myself, putting the thought to the back of my mind. I didn't realise that actually thought about her as a friend.
"No. These." I said, flipping over the folder to the photos of the suit and me flying with it.
"I thought you said you were a pilot." Steve asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I never said pilot." I replied, folding my arms over my chest with a smug look on my face. A smirk rose on Natasha's face, falling almost instantly afterwards.
"I can't ask you to do this Sam." Steve said, gesturing to the folder's contents.
"Dude, Captain America needs my help. There's no better reason to get back in." I said, half wanting to help Steve, half wanting to get back in the game. I did miss the military way of living, finding the comfort of my own home a little daunting. The runs around the park were good, but I missed the army way of life. Maybe rattling around with a new crew would be good...
"Where can we get our hands on one of things?" Steve asked, filtering through the pieces of paper with his fingers.
"The last one is an Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a 12-inch steel wall." I replied, expecting them both to think it would a problem for them both to get the suit.
Natasha just shrugged and Steve replied "Shouldn't be a problem."
I shook my head, laughing to myself. "You two are crazy." I said, walking back to the kitchen to help myself to a second lunch.
After that, all hell broke loose. We got the suit, got captured, got set free by a woman named Maria Hill, began a fight with a bunch of powerful people and….and won? I couldn't believe it by the end of it. I had fought with a man that I later found out was called 'Brock Rumlow'. Apparently Natasha always found him to be a suspicious little rat, so she wasn't really a surprise that he was HYDRA too. We used the helicopter to search for Rogers who had been seen by Hill falling from one of the helicarriers.
We searched and searched, but saw no sight of him in the water until Fury spotted a body lying at the side of the river in a red, white and blue suit, lying down and when I saw him I had a small amount of worry rush through me at the thought of him being dead.
I spent two days waiting for Rogers to wake up, listening to the TroubleMan Soundtrack the entire time, because I wanted Steve to wake up. The whole situation just reminded me of Riley. I missed the man lots, but there was nothing I could do and I had to move on with life. I had sat by the side of his bed waiting for him to awaken one day, coming in every morning to check on him, when I felt my eyes drift off. I couldn't sleep though for the whole two days. I was worried about nightmares. My attention was brought to him when he said his catchphrase and I spent he rest of the day talking with him before he was let out of the hospital.
After that, I decided to help him search for Bucky, Steve's best friend that had been frozen, like Steve, but was brainwashed by HYDRA to do their dirty work. It was only honorary to help Steve out with his problems and I did honestly want to help find Bucky to help him. Nightmares came to me most nights, only a few of them involved me screaming. Steve had looked after me though, making sure that I wasn't doing anything crazy in my dreams.
We spent about a month and a half searching on our own with no luck before Natasha called to say that we should come back to the tower, the courts finally letting go of the charges against all three of them. From the moment I stepped foot in the tower, I knew that it wasn't really my place. I didn't like the environment that was there, so after a while I decided to leave, allowing Steve to get on with his Avenging while I went back to my therapist job while I decided what to do.
Me and Steve met up most nights, looking over clues and hints as to where Bucky could be and he often came round to the house to have general catch ups on life. He had called me up asking whether he wanted to come to a party at the Avengers Tower, saying that we were celebrating, because the sceptre that was Loki's had been found.
I was extremely glad I went to the party, meeting all the people that I hadn't caught up with in ages. I was treating myself to making my own drink at the bar when I was approached by Natasha.
"Samuel." she greeted, sitting on one of the bar stools as I made myself a drink.
"Don't call me that, Romanoff. You know I hate it." I replied, remembering the time when I visited and she asked whether my full name was Sam or Samuel. She discovered it was Samuel and never stopped calling me it.
"I know." she smirked, leaning over the bar and looking at the bottles. "You know how to make a bone dry martini?" she asked.
"Are you kidding? Of course." I replied, looking at the bottles. "Gin or vodka?"
"What do you think?" she asked, raising an eyebrow, knowing that I would catch onto what she was saying. She was Russian. Nat ONLY drunk Vodka.
"I don't understand how it doesn't affect you. Didn't you have a drink earlier?" I asked and she nodded, taking an olive from a nearby bowl and popping it into her mouth.
"I have a very high tolerance."
"So you're like Steve?" I asked and she looked at me curiously, trying to figure out how I knew.
"Yes, the serum helps with that." she replied and then looked at me curiously for a moment as she tried to figure out how I knew Steve couldn't drink a lot, before her face relaxed and a look of mirth began in her eyes. "Drinking competition?" she asked, an amused smirk on her lips as she already knew the answer.
"Drinking competition." I confirmed, trying to get the awful memories of me throwing up everywhere out of my mind. I shook my head, laughing to myself slightly, as I finished off Natasha's drink handing it to her once I had finished it. I placed an olive on the side and gave it to her.
"Very impressive, Wilson." she said and sipped the drink slightly. "Not the worst I've had." she smiled, her red lips plumping her lips and making her more attractive than usual, not that she needed the lips. Natasha was practically the dream woman - funny, beautiful, intelligent, but even though I flirted with her she was still too secretive. I didn't find everything about her appealing and I wasn't completely interested in her. She seemed to be interested in her partner, Barton, from what Steve had told me anyway. They were both agents, both spies, and from the way Steve described them made them seem perfect for each other.
"Why thank you, Miss Romanoff." I replied, smirking, and took a swig of the beer I had resting next to me on the counter.
"Elisa?" Natasha asked and I was confused by what she was talking about until I saw a woman begin to walk towards the bar, her brown eyes focused on Natasha. She had light brown hair that was slightly curled, the ends of it reaching an inch or so below her collarbone. The layered curls elegantly framed her face, one shorter piece of hair hooking round the bottom of her face, tucking nearly beneath her chin.
Her face was bare, no fancy make-up decorating it like many of the other girls in the room. I could see the tiredness underneath her eyes, but it didn't make her any less stunning. The dress she was wearing was short, but not too short, stopping just above her mid-thigh. It was a strapless, black silk dress that wrapped around her body beautifully. She wasn't skinny, but did look like she worked out, making her appear strong like Natasha in a way, not that she seemed to be anything like Natasha.
I had never been lucky with girls and I sure as hell wasn't going to be lucky with this one. I put my thoughts aside when I saw her eyes flicker over to me, the brown orbs zoning in on my own. I felt my stomach tighten at the sight of her looking at me and I had to flicker my eyes down to the drinks before it felt too intense.
"Natasha, hey!" she greeted her. The pair seemed most likely to be friends as the woman, who I now knew as Elisa, bumped shoulders with the woman. Natasha didn't seem like an overly 'huggy' person.
"What are you doing here?" Nat asked, stirring the martini I made for her.
"Well, I've been offered a job. Hill's assistant." I looked up to see her smiling gleefully at Natasha who was looking at the woman with pride. "I know it's what my job used to be at S.H.I.E.L.D, but there's only so long that you can be a waitress, am I right?" she said and Natasha smiled in return.
"I tried that once just as a cover and it was painful enough." Natasha said, causing a small laugh to burst out of the woman. It was a small chuckle, but still sounded full of life. She seemed like a lively women, quite like me in that sense, but I couldn't seem to even speak a word, my lips sealed shut. I had never been nervous about women, always overconfident and flirty. I didn't understand why I couldn't talk to the woman, but after a moment I didn't have to think about that.
"You gonna introduce me?" the woman asked and my head rose, recognising that she was indeed talking about me.
"I'm surprised he hasn't introduced himself." Natasha snorted, her lips closing around the side of her glass to take a drink.
"Sam Wilson, ma'am." I said, not even recognising the term I had used to address her by. Natasha frowned at me for a moment, confused as to why I had called her that. I was confused too. I never used that term.
"Ma'am? Never been called that before." she smiled and I saw the faintest blush rise on her cheeks. I saw her put her elbows on the table and try to turn her head, her hands trying to hide the red.
"Must be spending too much time around Steve." I replied and she laughed whilst Natasha smiled.
"Yeah, I heard he's quite an old-fashioned dude." she said, looking over at the man who was talking with Barton and a few others. I noticed Natasha's eyes flicker over to the group Steve was with and they seemed to remain on Barton, glowering a little when she noticed that he was talking with another woman, one that seemed to be all over Clint, pressing her hands against his chest. Clint didn't seem to encourage or push the woman off, but I could tell that Natasha didn't like it.
"Oh, just go over already." Elisa said, sounding exasperated from Natasha's lack of communication skills with Barton.
"Like I have any interest in who Barton sleeps with." Romanoff said, getting up and walking over in the opposite direction that Barton, Steve and their group were situated in. Elisa rolled her eyes and turned herself back to face me. Her nails were tapping rhythmically against the desk as her eyes followed the woman walking in the opposite direction.
"She needs to give up and admit her feelings already." she told me, her eyes flicking back to mine. She rested her chin in the palm of her hand, her elbow leaning on the bar to hold her head up.
"You think so too?" I asked, picking up the cool beer in my hand and taking a sip to calm my nerves. I didn't understand why I was nervous. I had spoken with many women in the past and not even broken into a sweat. I felt a little more at ease talking to the woman, finding conversing with her more comfortable than before. All I knew about this woman was that her name was Elisa and she had become the new assistant to Hill.
"God, it's obvious." she replied, stopping the tapping of her fingertips against the bar surface. "I don't think she realises how much she cares for him."
"From what I've heard, they seem well suited to each other." I replied and she raised an eyebrow.
"Do you know them well?" she asked, clasping her hands together and leaning forwards slightly.
"I don't really know Clint very much, but I've spoken to him a few times and would consider him a friend. Do you remember the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D?" I asked and she shook her head, which surprised me slightly.
"Yeah, I have no idea about the biggest social security failure in history." she said, seriously, and then broke into a grin, giggling to herself, which made me smile. I was completely and utterly enchanted by the woman. I had never 'fallen' for someone at first sight, but this woman...just seemed perfect. "I used to work for S.H.I.E.L.D." she explained and I nodded my head in understanding. "Not a high level, but I worked as Hill's secretary, not looking into the files, but transferring them to places and being her PA. I was actually having one of my few days off when HYDRA took over, because Hill had apparently gone rogue too, so I wasn't hurt, but many of my friends died in the downfall." I wanted to apologise and tell her that I was sorry I couldn't save them, but she kept talking. "I'm just happy that Steve was there, along with Nat and that Falcon guy."
I almost spluttered on the drink that I had and she looked at me curiously wondering why I was reacting the way I was. Obviously, she hadn't delved deeply into the S.H.I.E.L.D. I coughed, trying to stop the drink from going down my throat, and she furrowed her eyebrows. "What? Did I say something wrong?"
I laughed slightly and she fake pouted at me. "What is it?" she asked, curiously, pushing my shoulder to try and get me to talk.
"The name's just Falcon." I said with an amused grin. I looked at her frozen face expression and took a sip of beer to try and hide my smile.
"I...I am so sorry. I didn't mean to offend you or..."
"It's fine." I said, putting my hand up.
"Wow, that's incredible. How come you're not..." she said, gesturing to the building. "avenging? I never see your name in the news."
I shrugged. "I don't want it to be my life, at least at the moment. I prefer being Steve's therapist right now."
She raised an eyebrow. "Steve has a therapist?"
My mouth dropped for a moment before I pulled it back up to close the gap between my lips. "Was I meant to tell you that? Isn't there meant to be a patient-therapist confidentiality agreement?" I asked myself aloud before shrugging. "Oh well..." I told her and she smiled at me, one that was often on her face. I was yet to see her upset, but it wasn't really a sight I wanted to see. She looked so happy, like there were no problems in the world. "I prefer not being part of the team and just doing my own thing, but..I must admit I do miss the work sometimes." I had considered going back to the Avengers, but I also wondered whether they wanted me back after rejecting them last time. Perhaps Cap would let me back in...
"For now the lonely road, huh?" she asked and I nodded.
"Yep." I said, nodding, and drank the last drops of beer in the bottle I had. There was a moment of silence between us, which was slightly awkward. I didn't really know what to say after that. Should I ask her about her occupation? But I already know that she's working for Hill. Maybe I should ask about-
"So how come you're Cap's therapist?" she asked, breaking the silence that was killing our conversation.
We went into a discussion about how I met him while running all the way up to me sitting on the chair next to his bed listening to the Troubleman Soundtrack. "Marvin Gaye, yes!" she said with a smile as she took a sip of her cocktail. "Fantastic artist." she added and I was about to agree with her wholeheartedly, but a woman came up from behind her and asked her to dance, presumably a friend of hers.
As she was dragged off by her best friend, leaving her drink at the bar, she shouted "It was nice to meet you, Sam." as they started dancing with some other people on the floor. The once quiet Avengers Tower had now turned into a full on party, drinks being spilled here there and everywhere. I hadn't even realised that the party had gotten that loud, because I was so distracted by the woman I had just met.
"You two seemed to get along well..." I heard Natasha's teasing tone resonate towards me and I turned my head to see her walk towards me, swaying her hips like usual as she did.
I looked out at her, speaking as she danced with a couple of her friends. "She seems nice."
"You interested?" Natasha asked and I raised my eyebrows.
"I just met her." I argued, trying not to make myself seem too keen. The woman was gorgeous.
"Are you interested?" she asked again, persistent for an answer. I rolled my eyes and picked up another beer from the box that was below the bar. I used the bottle opener to pull the lid off and allow myself to take a long swig, which must've annoyed her, before answering her question.
"I mean...she's beautiful and funny, but..." I began, trying to explain how I felt, but Nat just raised an eyebrow at me, not believing me for a second. I sighed and leaned forward to whisper to her "I think she is a brilliant woman." I said with a small smile and she allowed a smirk to quickly pull up on the side of her lips.
"Really?" she asked. Natasha didn't seem like the one for gossip, but I let her keep my secrets anyway, knowing that they were safe with her.
"Yeah, but I'm not going to make a move. It's not like I'm going to see her again." I said, trying not to sound like I was complaining and feeling sorry for myself. The other short romantic relationships that I had experienced developed over a long period of time being friends. But she seemed different and I liked it. Of course, I didn't want to be romantic with her yet, but I missed having someone to care for. Riley was the person I cared for, not in a romantic way obviously, but I still cared for him.
"You never know, what about if you joined the Avengers?" she suggested and I thought she was joking for a minute before I saw the look on her face.
"You're joking, right?" I said, placing the beer back on the table and place my hands on my side of the counter. "I'm not joining the Avengers for the chance to get with a girl..." I said. That would be ridiculously lame.
"I didn't mean for that, even though it would be a benefit." she said, shrugging. To be honest, I had been tempted to go back. "Don't you miss the excitement of battle? Battling with a team?" Nat asked and I pursed my lips together in thought.
"I do miss it." I admitted, pushing my hands a little further into the desk. I thought about how great it would be to get back into the field, but my self-confidence was dipping and rising about the issue. "The world doesn't need me."
"It does." Natasha said, causing me to look into her eyes. Natasha sharing honesty was very rare, so I decided to let her talk for a little longer. "The Avengers need you. There have been too many disasters and we need as many qualified members as we can."
I sighed, looking down at the bar surface as I heard the music blaring in the background. "Are you sure? I'm not sure Steve would let me back."
"Of course he would. He wants you to come back." she said, grabbing the vodka and a glass from the bar. My eyes flickered to Clint who was on the other side of the room...kissing the girl that he had met earlier. I raised an eyebrow at Natasha who poured her drink right up to the top of the glass, before quickly drinking the whole thing in one go. I ignored her actions and continued with the conversation.
"Steve wants me back with the Avengers?" I asked and she nodded, beginning to fill up her drink again.
"He said that you should be here with us." she said, chugging back her shot. "That you belonged on the team..." she finished, slamming her glass on the top of the bar. I decided not to bring up the fact that Clint was now taking the girl outside the room. I saw Nat's eyes flicker to the doorway and back, but she just poured herself another drink. Apparently, she was planning on getting drunk.
"I feel like I've taken too long to go to the team. You think the others will want me with them?" I asked and she smiled.
"We could always do with Samuel Wilson." she said and I narrowed my eyes at her, causing her to smirk at me. Stupid name.
We continued to talk that night about other random topics, Elisa not being mentioned again. Clint wasn't mentioned either, especially when he didn't come back into the room. My eyes got drawn to Steve at some points, noticing that he was talking with Hill about something. They looked to be in quite a depthy conversation, not serious, but probably work related, but I was still going to interrogate him about it at some point. I didn't talk to her at any other point that night and didn't get the chance to see her for a while. When the party finished, I decided to leave and not stay with the Avengers, even though Steve offered to. He said that joining the Avengers would be a good idea and I agreed that I would take some time to consider it.
The next few days were madness - Ultron causing the whole world to turn upside down. I received a message from Hill telling me to meet her at a location in D.C. I did not expect her to be there with a helicarrier at the ready to take us to Sokovia. On the way, we had heard that the city was flying. I quickly suited up and joined the Avengers in battle, having a chat with Rhodey on the way about how to take out the strays that were trying to escape. We fought brilliantly together actually, really working well together as a team, and I knew that I had found friendship with him even if it was in grim circumstances.
After we had finished fighting, we landed on the helicarrier together and I realised that...I'd missed fighting, doing the right thing for my country. Riley was dead and I didn't realise it before, but fighting with the Falcon suit was the one thing that I shared with him. Memories would stay in my mind forever of how we grew up, but we loved using the Falcon machines, I think anyone would. I had decided that I was going to stay with them.
I was on the helicarrier, trying to find out if everyone was okay and fixing minor injuries as I was a qualified nurse, and heard a gut-wrenching scream in the distance. Every turned to look, trying to locate the noise, but I couldn't see the person anywhere. It was a woman's scream, definitely a woman. I quickly looked to Hill and asked her "Who was that?"
She stared at me, face completely blank of emotion, and replied "Pietro Maximoff is dead. That was his sister." I didn't understand Hill sometimes. She could take a death so lightly. I mean, sure I didn't know the kid, but still. He had died fighting on the side of the Avengers. That has got to mean something, hasn't it?
After a while, more and more Avengers piled through the doors of the helicarrier, Nat coming in first followed by Clint who looked half-defeated. He was carrying the Maximoff boy in his arms, moving to a room that he could place the body in, before going through a door that Romanoff had entered through earlier. They all came in. All of them. Apart from Bruce. I didn't know him very well, but you could tell that he hated being the Hulk. Bruce Banner was a scientist to me, not the monster everyone thought he was. I wondered whether he had considered therapy, but put it to the back of my mind, because it wasn't important.
I saw Steve walk through the doors and walked over to me as soon as he locked eyes with me. "You were brilliant out there." he said, honesty bleeding through his tone as he grasped my hand with his. I shook it tightly and clapped him on the back before we withdrew our hands.
"Thanks." I replied, smiling sadly at him. It was still an upsetting environment to be in, but I was glad I contributed to helping the people.
"Are you going to stay around for a while?" he asked, clutching his side from an injury that he must've obtained during the battle.
I nodded my head slightly. "I think so." I responded and looked around, trying to figure out what I had been through for the past ten years.
Okay, so a bit of an abrupt ending, but you know I hope I did this justice. It will continue from this point onwards now, so post-AOU is the present time for them. It took me FOREVER to finish. Please review and respond to what I've written at the top about POV's, you will be the one reading it after all? I think it would be nice to keep it from Falcon's perspective, but I want your view too. There will be more Elisa and Falcon soon, I promise :)
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