Oh, lord. A new fanfic... Here we go!
Everything but my darling Frances Morgan belong to Marvel. Enjoy!
"Are you sure this is alright? I mean, she's psycho."
"She's the only living person from Captain Rogers' past that we could get into contact with. She's all we got."
"I don't like her. The way she looks at you..."
"Yeah, I know. Let's just get this over with."
Frankie's head rises as the doors open and she smiles, standing up and holding out her hands, the cuffs jingling lightly. The guards looked at her warily, and one of them held her arm as the other unlocked the cuffs.
"Come on, boys. Just let it go... I could wringle my way out by now. You have nothing to fear." she says, tilting her head to the side. They didn't reply and took her arms, pulling her out of the armored truck, walking into the gym. They let her go, and she smiles, seeing an old friend.
"Hello, Director Fury. I see you've found my long lost friend." Frankie says, crossing her arms. He looked at her grimly with his one eye, but he always failed to scare or intimidate her. She guessed being 300+ years old would make her pretty fearless to most things. She walked with him down the hallway, not hearing any sounds of people working out or practicing. It was practically abandoned.
"Now, Frances, you know better than to pull any... tricks. It won't end well. We just need you to... help Steve. No one has been the same since New York and now Washington, and he could use your help. And, he may open up to you a bit since you've had a past together." Fury says, his hands clasped behind his back. Frankie's jaw clenched. A past? Most defiently. One she didn't like to recount all that much for weakness reasons.
"Of course. I'll try my best." she says with a forced smile and they stopped at a door, and Frankie heard the sound of someone beating something profusely. She pushed open the door, and Fury didn't follow. She didn't expect him to, and saw a familiar face... or, well, back.
"Stevie!" she cries, throwing her hands up. The blond whirled around, hands still poised infront of his face and then he relaxed, his hands dropping, his face white.
"F-Frankie?" he says in disbelief, his eyes wide. She smiles, walking over and embracing him tightly like they had only not seen eachother for a day or two and not 70 years.
"Of course, who else?" she says, and Steve pushed her away, confusion still plain on his face.
"How? I thought... Just... what?" he questions, backing up and looking her over. She shrugs, crossing her arms.
"You got frozen in ice and I just tend to... not die." she says simply with a smile. Steve looked at her, his gaze softening.
"Finally..."
"Someone you know? Yeah, I know. I missed you, too, Stevie. How's the 21st century treating you?" she questions, sitting on one of the benches. He walks over, taking a towel and slinging it over his shoulder, grabbing a water bottle with S.H.E.I.L.D. printed across it in black letters.
"Uh... pretty well, I suppose." he says, guzzling down the liquid. She raises her eyebrows.
"Have you even encountered a computer yet?"
"A what?" he replies dumbly, and Frankie laughed, standing up.
"Oh, Stevie. You've got so much to learn. How about we talk it over with coffee? Sound good?" she says, standing up. He looked at her, opening his mouth to answer, but she raised her hand.
"Good. Meet me at the Starbucks on the corner. Just don't be late." she says, pinching his cheek like a child and turned, walking out of the gym, the door slamming behind her, leaving Steve with a dumbfounded expression.
"You sure you want to do this, man? I've heard bad things about this chick..." Sam says, walking down the street at Steve's side. Steve sighs, rubbing his eyes.
"I... I don't know. This is... this is so much. First, I find out Bucky's still alive, then Frankie shows up looking like she hadn't aged a day. I... I have to talk to Frankie. If she knows anything, it's her." he says, seeing the coffee shop come into view, a familiar red-head sitting outside. Sam and Steve came to a stop, waiting for the light to turn red.
"Does she know? About Bucky?" Sam questions, watching her carefully. He didn't want Steve confronting this psychopath alone, not when he knew what she was capable of.
"I don't know..." Steve says, putting his hands in his pockets.
"You said they were close? A long time ago?" Sam says, his eyebrows furrowing. Steve looks at the back of her head, memories wafting in like clouds.
"Yeah... Something like that..."
"You are insane. Both of you." Frankie says, crossing her arms. Her hair was pulled up in tight red curls like the girls in the magazines. Steve didn't know how she did it, remaining so pretty yet lethal at the same time.
"Aw, come on, sweet heart. We're soldiers. What else are we supposed to do?" Bucky says, wrapping an arm around Frankie's slim waist, planting a kiss on her cheek. She rolls her eyes, patting his chest lightly. She looked at Steve with a smile,
"Watch out for him, alright? Make sure he doesn't do anything stupid." she says, raising her eyebrows. Bucky gasps,
"I am offended. Normally, it's me covering for Steve's ass. Not the other way around." he says defensively. Alice looks at the two with a weak smile.
"Just... Don't get killed. Because I still gotta teach Steve how to dance for Peggy." Frankie laughs, and Steve blushes lightly, looking away. He stands straight, just like he was taught to, and Bucky wrapped an arm around Frankie again.
"And, you're gonna save me a dance as well?" He questions, but it sounded more like a statement. Frankie smiles, looking to him with green eyes that were to die for.
"I'll see."
Steve and Sam crossed the street quickly, pulling Steve from those memories. He stopped a few feet away, looking to Sam with a nod. Sam nods, walking into one of the shops, remaining close. Steve walked over, taking a breath. He walked up to Frankie's table, and she stands up, smiling.
"Hello, Steve." she says, holding her hand out for a handshake instead of a hug. He guessed she must have rechecked her boundaries from when they first met up again. He took her hand that still felt so soft and fragile, and shook it firmly. He knew all too well to not be fooled. Those fingers could pull a trigger or slit a throat. Deception was always an asset to Frankie.
He sat across from her hesitantly, and she sat in her spot slowly. She looks at him with a smile, the cup of tea in front of her, still steaming. She stirred it with a small spoon.
"How've you been, Steve?" she questions casually, her green eyes flickering to his. As she asked it, everything flashed across his mind. The plane, the ice, New York, Loki, Germany, Bucky's fall, the Helecarriers, Bucky's form pulling him out of the water in the dam. He blinks, shifting in his spot.
"Uh... good. I guess. You know, just... saving the world." he says, smiling weakly. Frankie sipped her tea, looking over the rim at him. She set it down slowly, leaning back.
"Yes, you do have a knack for that, don't you? I've heard of all of your heroics. Very daring, and brave. You haven't changed." she says with a sweet smile. He shrugs, glancing around.
"And neither have you." he says. The two sat in silence for a few moments, but it wasn't an awkward one, at least Frankie didn't think so.
"Where have you been?" Steve questions, and Frankie bites her lip.
"Well, that depends... should I sugar coat it, or-"
"Frankie." Steve says, meeting her eyes. She sighs, shrugging.
"Alright... Fine. I've jumped my way around the world. Brushed death many times, been locked up, tortured, dismembered, even, in Iran. But it sure did freak them out when my leg and fingers grew back." she says with a smirk. Steve tried to remain calm, collected. He had gotten pretty good at it over the years.
"Which reminds me... as to tell you why i'm here. Or, how i'm here." she says, leaning forward, her elbows on the table.
"There was no ice to keep me under, Stevie. Nothing to keep me comatose. After you went under in the ice... I just continued living. For, what, 75 years? I don't know, i lose track around 25." she says, pursing her lips.
"So... you live forever, basically?" he says dully, his eyes sharp, unyielding. She nods,
"Yeah. There's... not many others like me. I did meet one, a Canadian-"
"Why didn't you come to me? You must have heard I was awake." Steve snaps, and Frankie looks at him, feeling guilt crawl into her chest.
"I... I did. I couldn't. I was in a Chinese prison. They're nasty folk, you know. They fed me dog and cat like it was sheep and cow. They kept me there for... God, I don't know. I got out about two years ago. I moved around to Russia by then, then Poland, then London. Ran into one of the other Avengers at my brief stay there-" Frankie explains, getting lost in the story but Steve dragged her back to reality.
"Bucky's alive, Frankie." he says softly. Frankie's hand balled into a fist, her knuckles turning white. She looks down at the tea cup, then took a thoughtful sip.
"I know. I ran into him a couple of times, actually. Never ended well with whoever I was with."