As we land on the helicarrier I know it's bad. Loki, a fucking Norse god, has taken the bloody Teseract and mind controlled scientists, agents, and even Clint. He won't get away with this.
"Bloody hell Fury! When will the rest of the team show up?" I drop down the twenty feet and land with a thud as I look back to him.
"Give or take 2 hours. I have someone else to grab. Go train, you're going to need it."
I smirk, "Are you calling a 93 year old woman fat on her birthday Fury? Where are you manners?!"
He just smirks, "Let's just say I'm grabbing you the best birthday present ever."
I laugh, "There better be a red velvet cake Fury!" I wave as I jog towards the bridge, the jet turning and flying off.
I find my room in the hall of doors and lock the door behind me. Sliding down the door I give a heavy sigh, "Bloody hell... this may just be the worst bloody birthday of my life..." In the safety of the empty room I feel the tears welling up once again.
After getting out of cryosleep 12 years ago I have been struggling to cope with all the things I have lost. I was even worse off than I was now. If it wasn't for SHIELD I would have no idea what I would be doing now. Coulson, then Clint, then Natasha, all close friends. Like a brother, he helped me get through the tough parts and to understand how this new world works. My cheeks flare, as I remember the slight crush I had on him at one point.
"Damn Laura, stealing all the good guys away." I chuckle at that, opening my purse and looking through it.
I pull out the card given to me by Sam. Flipping it over once or twice. Reading the hand written phone number. I eye my phone, before sighing and putting the card back into the black leather purse and pushing it away. The confusing pains are beginning to set in again. 12 years, could it be time to move on. I glare at the bag, with the piece of paper causing me so much tension.
"I need to hit something." I force myself up and get out of my civilian clothes and throw on something easy to move in.
Union Jack yoga pants, blue short sleeve hoodie shirt, some track shoes, a tight hair bun and I'm gone.
Walking into the big training room I see STRIKE Team Alpha is training on hand to hand combat.
"Welcome back Lady Longshot, miss me already?" A topless agent Rumlow asks with a smirk. As his eyes are locked with mine he throws a surprise haymaker against his sparring partner, before grabbing the stunned man's arm, and flipping him over his back to the ground. This man is an absolute wanker, but as the groaning agent on the ground taps the man's firm forearm in forfeit I can't ever say he isn't damn good at his job.
"Yeah, I missed you pinned on the ground begging for mercy." I say, dropping the duffle-bag to the ground. "Like you always do."
He smirks as he stands up, walking over. With my "super soldier" frame, standing at a solid 6'0", he still has to look up to me.
"Oh well then." He moves closer to me, and I cross my arms looking down at him. "I'll be sure to remember those words when you go down." He gives a smirk. "Loser buys dinner." I smirk back.
"Well I'll give you my order right now." I bend my knees in a ready stance." First of all, 20 ounce Kobe beef, medium rare, white wine." A quick jab from Rumlow comes, and I raise my arms to block. "No, red." I correct myself as a second jab and a third come out, block block, then comes a roundhouse kick, which I grab in mid air.
"Now for sides, I want..." I say, as I give a firm push to his leg, swinging it back towards him, pushing him off balance, as I follow with my own jabs.
"Mashed Potatoes, 3 lbs of it!" I say, one hand jabbing out as Rumlow dodges. "Some cranberry sauce, and maybe a hint of gravy, for the steak AND the potatoes." I say, before spinning, and swinging my leg low, creasing across the ground as Rumlow narrowly jumps over. "And there better be enough gravy for both."
Oh my god I'm talking to Captain freaking America! This is absolutely the best day of my life!
"Coulson" Fury barks, "Go get Rogers, it's time we let the cat out of the bag."
"Yes sir!" I run up to Natasha, Banner and Steve who are already inside.
"Captain Rogers I need you for a minute for the last member of your team, they are this way."
"And I expect a waiter! I don't care who but he must have proper etiquette." I add as I charge, moving in for the finisher, fist cocked back, and shooting forward. "And he better call me Madam!"
As my fist careens towards his face, in a surprising burst of speed, Rumlow ducks under it, and with a powerful swing, knocks my arm away. As the powerful punch misses, it puts me off balance, with Rumlow stepping forward and getting behind me. I then feel, a sudden but very loud slap as he spanks my ass. I turn with a sharp glare, and a fierce blush on my cheeks as he taunts with a smirk.
"Only good girls get a meal that good." He raises his fists, and I raise mine, no longer in a joking mood. "You ready to earn it?"
I ignore his question as I charge forward, punching. My powerful blows are met with grunts and air, as they narrowly miss. I throw out a jab, and then follow up with a surprise haymaker. The first makes contact, and if I was really trying, might have snapped his arm. But the powerful blow, I tilt it upward at the last second, pushes both his arms up, leaving his midsection revealed.
I bring my trainers up, and with a powerful swing, my leg rises up, catching the bastard right on the chin, and sending him and I over backwards. My other leg follows the first, as I do a full 360 degrees spin.
While I flip and land with grace, Rumlow falls flat on his back, out cold. The fellow agents stare shocked as I walk up to the unconscious body, grabbing my towel. "You touch me like that again, and I break you."
My focus breaks when I hear the sound of clapping behind me. "I expect nothing else from our STRIKE agents. This is the last member of your team, Agent Howe, more commonly known as" Coulson interrupts " Lady Longshot." I glare at that, and start to speak.
"For the last bloody time, stop calling me-." I am cut off when I hear the sound of a heavy bag dropping to the ground, followed by something, painfully, familiar. "K-Kat?" My eyes widen with recognition as my head snaps around and I see him. Even taller than me, looking me dead in the eyes, is a face I've not seen in a long time. I almost stumble, my heart skipping ten beats. With his bright blue eyes and blonde hair, cut jawline, and and smooth skin, I cautiously ask, not believing my eyes.
"St-Steve?" My body goes into shock as I stand there, my jaw dropping at some point. My heart twists and turns as I await his response.
He takes tentative steps towards me like the next step could end the world, and speaks. "Kathleen... I though you were dead." The way he says my name, with admiration and respect, it seems impossible, it sounded just like how he always did. It's impossible, but I want to believe.
"Steve, how? How long have you been here?" I take a few steps to close the gap, so we are standing in front of each other.
"A few months ago. I'm sorry I didn't know you were alive, I would have asked to see you." His deep frowns burns into me, and I close the gap, cautiously taking his hands.
"Oh Steve, I don't blame you for not knowing, I didn't know either." I smile softly and look up to him. My heart warms as I see that small smile taking his lips, filling the hole that has been missing all this time, as his blue eyes stare into my own brown eyes.
"It's good to have you back Cap!" I hear from the small audience, seeing Agent Coulson, and behind him, Fury. My eyes narrow, coming to the conclusions.
"You.. bastard... he's been awake for months, and you didn't tell me?!" My harsh glare is doubled by my slow pacing to the one eyed man. Many have cowered before me as I have given similar faces, but the Director stands tall.
"Because I have been making sure that Cap is still Cap." He says, pointing to my lover. Steve gives a confused look, and Fury adds to it. "You think we wouldn't make sure you didn't suffer brain damage while frozen in a glacier with the mammoths? Last thing I need is a Captain America running around with a few too many screws loose."
My glare continues, but I take a small step back, my anger faltering with his logic, and Fury steps forward.
"I wouldn't even have told you till next year if it wasn't for the situation with Loki." He says, looking to Steve. "But we are running out of options. He's been spotted in Germany, you two, and Agent Romanov are going after him."
My anger is rekindled at the Norse Bastard's name, as Fury turns to Coulson, nodding. "Loki, who?" Steve asks. I turn, taking his hand, and begin to lead him, following Coulson.
"It's a bloody long story."