After Walking for a few minutes, and receiving multiply odd glare from agents, we arrived at where I was guessing was our destination. It was a glass office in the corner of what looked like a command room. I took a deep breath in as the two of us stood in silence, I dug my hands in my pocket and signed.
"Nat, what is going on really?" I asked, breaking the cloud of silence that had fallen on the two of us.
Natasha shook her head, looking for the correct words. "A year ago Me, the Captain, and Falcon were looking on a lead, we ran into a man named James Barns. He was one of the howling commandos, in the 40's he was presumed dead, but was really just taken by Hydra to be used as A weapon." She took a pause looking at me, to see if I was fowling the story.
I gave her a short nod, signaling that I understood what she was saying. "After the UN attack, the government found James and took into custody. He escaped with the help of Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson." She finally met eyes with me, looking down slightly. "I brought you here to help us detain them, we have tracked them to Germany."
Once again I nodded, I was honestly freaked out, thought I tried my best not to show it. Of course, I would help Nat, but the people we are fighting, A hero and Avenger, and the fuckin Winter Soldier.
Looking into her eyes I could see conversely like she had all of her thoughts on a scale, and it hasn't stopped moving. I shot her a soft smile, already knowing what the assassin was thinking. "That is not all that we are doing?" I asked. She shook her head, that looked around making sure that we were truly alone.
"We are going to help them find them, but not capture them. If and when they escape again, I am going to have you Fowle them, make sure that my guts feelings are on point." I laughed a little.
"When are you instruments not on point." She smiled, her face of bliss quickly changed to one plastered with seriousness.
"We need to get you ready." I nodded as we stepped out of the office space and then set off in a direction that I was not familiar with.
After weaving in and out of corridors, and an elevator ride. We had found ourselves in an underground lab. It was frankly a mess, looking like there had guest been a tornado had gone through. I looked across the room and found one of my science Idols sitting hunched over a desk, his project was covered from view with his body.
Natasha started walking up to the insole, I did too but keeping my pace so I was behind her. I would rather have an Assign between be and possible danger, that nothing. She walked up to the man and placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively pulling him out of any thoughts he was having.
He turned around to look at me and I found that the man was Tony Stark, one of my personal heroes, and he looked like shit. His left arm was in a sling and his face was bruised on the right side. I took a few more steps forward as he stood up and faced me, he smiled and placed his good arm out in a high five.
I slapped our hands together softly, not sure of the man had any other injuries. He only let out a dry laugh. "Kid, you can hit harder that that." I shrugged and gave him a normal high five. He nodded, and retracted his arm. "So what's your name again, normal name."
I looked at Natasha, checking that I really could trust the man in front of me, she nodded. "Maria, but I prefer Mari." He nodded then his face changed to a cocky smile, one that at the time and condition f his face, really didn't belong on the man.
"Cool, I'm guessing you know how I am." I nodded, he smirked once again. "Now, let's get down to the good stuff." Once again I looked to Nat, I really wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation, I think she didn't either. The inventor started to walk off to his right, there was a metal door in that was direction, I figured was his destination.
I fowled, not having the best thoughts on what was happening. He reached the door and opened it, inside there was a manikin with a navy blue, silver, and black suit fitting it. Be side it was two silver cases. I walked in, taking in the gear in front of me. I looked to the man who had persumetialy made this, and smiled, he nodded, and I almost started jumping up and down in excitement.
This was my suit, and it was beautiful… and of course, had a lot of blue in it. The shirt was a deep navy blue, it came it to the neck and then wrapped around with a light blue band. The slaves went past my wrist and formed into fingerless gloves, on my right arm I could see a placed were the fabric was cut into for my markings to be accessible.
The lower half was like black leggings, with a charcoal grey belt connecting the two pieces of fabric. And then here comes my favorite part. Charcoal. Grey. Combat. Boots. With camo blue laces.
I turned to Tony, I could almost hug him. This was so much better than the uniform I made out of clothes found at goodwill. Natasha gave me a sad smile, and I knew neither of the two people in front of me wanted what would happen next to happen.
"Get ready, we're heading to Germany." I nodded as the two exited the room, wondering what was actually happening. I am starting to think that might have been a good question to ask before.