Oh my my, shit, everybody talks, everybody talks
Everybody talks too much

"We're about forty minutes out from home base, sir," said the co-pilot of the quinjet that Zina, Coulson, and Steve Rogers currently occupied.

Zina looked up from game of Fruit Ninja (she was just about to beat her high score: 1444 biatches!) at the newfound information. Her head slowly fell back onto the chrome bars of the carbo-bay-thingy as she groaned. "Forty minutes is, like," she hesitated, her eyes searching the ceiling for the proper word. "Forever!"

Steve Rogers glanced up from the clear television screen thing-a-ma-jig he had been reviewing for the past hour and a half to look at the teenager. A faint smile adorned his handsome face and he said, "I don't think 'forty minutes' falls under the category of 'forever', miss."

Zina exhaled heavily from her seat across from the super soldier, eying him from above her large spectacles. "It does when you have to pee like a racehorse". She pretended she didn't see his cheeks become rather pink rather quickly and his eyes dart back to his screen.

Steve Rogers, actual adorable yet surprising sexy embarrassed four year old.

Phil suddenly stood from his seat at the console and took the helicopter headphones off of his head full of thinning hair.

Steve looked up at Coulson, who now stood over him, one hand on the steel wall of the jet. Coulson was only about a head and a half taller than Steve, who was mildly slouching with his legs spread apart. What a slut, thought Zina, inwardly snickering. "So this, uhh," Steve glanced back at his television screen, "Dr. Banner was trying to replicate the serum they used on me?"

"Ha," Zina laughed, her gaze settled on the ceiling. She soon realized that she had definitely laughed out loud, and the two men where staring at her in confusion. Her mouth opened and closed as she quickly tried to explain. "Uhh, ahh... don't ask." She didn't really want to share her thought process, which went something like this:

Ugh I am so hungry like real talk where is a baked potato bar when you need one oh damn it I think I left my good-butt jeans in my dresser I knew I would forget them I told Nat to remind me man I could have worn them when I saw Tony Stark oh god Tony freaking Stark he is so going to sue me for sure but Holy Flying Fish Batman did you see his behind in those trousers of his dayum he can put his arc in my reactor any day wait wait oh my god did Steve just say serum or semen oh god semen ha ha hAA shit they're looking at me weird I hope I didn't say any of that out loud.

"Umm," Phil slowly tore his scrutinizing gaze away from the ginger and back to Steve. "Yeah, a lot of people were." Coulson had retired his sunglasses so that you could actually see his piercing blue eyes; Zina honestly wouldn't be surprised if daggers literally came out of his retinas. Just another way Phil Coulson can kill you.

Coulson leaned a hand against the wall of the jet, staring down at Steve as the blonde read through the articles once again. Phil kind of half-shrugged, and continued his explanation. "You were the world's first super hero."

Zina sure as hell didn't miss the admiration in Phil Coulson's eyes as he gazed down at Steve, or Captain America, rather. She knew how much of a fanboy Phil was when it came to the Captain, having seen his personal collection of figurines and trading cards. Which where in a bulletproof glass case in a secret room behind an abnormally large bookshelf in his apartment. How Zina stumbled upon that little beauty is a story for another time.

Phil glanced up from his entrancement to Zina. He did a double take seeing her knowing look that clearly said 'Phil, you're staring.' The agent's eyes widened and he stumbled over his next words.

"Uh - erm - Banner thought gamma radiation might hold the key to unlocking Erskine's original formula." He hid his embarrassment fairly well. We applaud you, Philly Cheese.

Zina gazed at Steve's troubled face while watched a poorly recorded video of the doctor in question, or rather, his alter ego. That dude can really fuck your shit up, Zina reflected.

"He looks like the Jolly Green Giant," she voiced into the silence. Realizing that no, he didn't really look like the Jolly Green Giant, she tried to clarify her statement. "Only less... jolly."

Steve glanced at her and quirked a blonde brow, to which she only shrugged, her oversized tee shirt slightly sliding down her shoulder.

Steve sighed. "Didn't really go his way, did it," he stated more than asked to the general public. His face was emotionless as his eyes watched the huge green something roar into the camera (yes, it literally roared like Mufasa). Zina knew Steve had been through a World War in his abnormally long lifetime, but his 'soldier face' still appeared at the Hulk's havoc. Zina hummed the melody of Let It Be in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Not so much," Coulson said hesitantly, looking away from Zina as she continued to hum. "When he's not that thing, though," Phil continued, "Guy's like a Steven Hawking."

Zina promptly stopped her humming to gaze, appalled, at Coulson. "Really, Phil?" she asked accusingly. "He doesn't even know who Mickey Mouse is!"

"Actually, I-"

"How do you expect him to know who Steven Hawking is?" Zina finished. She quickly turned to Steve. "No offense."

Steve shook his head. "None taken," he said reassuringly, and then added, "But I actually do know who Mickey Mouse is."

"That's beside the point," Zina shooed off his response, once again staring at Coulson, obviously waiting for him to justify himself.

Coulson's eyes danced from the finger-pointing teen, to the now thoroughly confused Steve Rogers, and back again. "He's like a - like a smart person," he stated lamely.

"Good save, Phillis," Zina sarcastically drawled as she continued her game of Fruit Ninja. Steve considered Coulson's replay, and returned to the video.

Zina was 16 points away from beating her high score when Coulson spoke up again. "I gotta say, it's an honor to meet you, officially."

"Here we go," Zina mumbled casually, her eyes not leaving her cell phone screen. Coulson either didn't hear the comment or ignored it. Zina knew it was most likely the latter.

"I mean, I sort of met you," he explained, beginning to word-vomit. Probably because of the way Steve smiled up at him, flattered. Zina glanced up at the exchange, willing her inside thought 'Eyes front, soldier!' to not come outside.

"I mean - I watched you while you were sleeping."

Zina watched Steve's smile falter and his eyes burn a hole into the wall of the jet next to her head.

You hear that? That is the sound of Zina's palm hitting her face.

"Oh my gooooooood." she drew out, her eyes pinched shut as she let her head hit the bars of the cargo area yet again with a faint thunk. "Phil Coulson. Phil Coulson." Her eyes flew open and she looked at the man desperately. "You have no idea how much second-hand embarrassment I am feeling right now." She shook her head lightly, loose tendrils falling in her face. "Like, seriously. I am getting physical pains in my chest." She patted the place above her heart to emphasize her point. Glasses off, her hand exasperatedly slid down her face. She looked helplessly at the Captain. "Do you see what I have to live with 93% of the time?" She motioned to Coulson. "Like, okay, I know the movie Saving Private Ryan was based off of your face, or whatever," Steve's brows furrowed at the reference, "But having to deal with this dude's Super Nanny marathons is a daily struggle. I'm talking like, time to call in back up, "Abort, abort, abort!" type thing."

Steve looked at his lap, doing a crap-job at hiding his grin.

Coulson visibly panicked as Steve stood up and walked over to see out of the front of the jet. "I mean - uhh - I was - I was present while you were unconscious... From the - ice." He hurried to stand next to Steve, continuing in an attempt to diffuse the awkwardness that hung in the air like an obese sloth. Okay, bad metaphor, but you get the point.

"You're making it wo-orse," Zina sing-songed quietly, her eyes returning to her game, which reflected off of her thick glasses.

Coulson quickly continued as if her statement went unheard. "You know, its really, just a - a huge honor to have you on board!" He lightly hit the jet wall at his statement as if satisfied that he had saved at least a little of his dignity.

No one spoke for a while, simply bathing in the silence. "Well," Steve finally said, gazing out the front window of the jet to the Atlantic Ocean. "I hope I'm the man for the job."

"Oh you are," Zina piped up. Steve had gone to stand right in front of her, giving her an exclusive, VIP view of his finely shaped high-wait-trouser-clad behind. "You truly are." Steve glanced over his shoulder at her, and she quickly averted her eyes and instead looked to his face, smiling innocently. "Never doubt yourself, Steve Rogers!" she exclaimed dramatically.

Unfortunately, Coulson had caught her staring, and sent her a heated glare. Zina, like the young lady she was, stuck her tongue out at him.

Coulson sighed, deciding to have a chat with her later. "She's right," he concluded, and after a few beats of silence, he continued. "Ahh, we made some modifications to the uniform." He shrugged, and smiled smugly to himself. "I had a little design input."

"What?" Zina perked up. "No one consulted me on this!"

"When has SHIELD ever consulted you on anything?"

"Like I would tell the likes of you," Zina retorted back to Coulson, shoving her glasses further up the bridge of her nose.

The corner of Steve's lips turned upward at the banter of the agent and the girl. He'll have to ask her about their relationship in the future. His blonde head turned back to Agent Coulson, his eyebrows rising. "The uniform," he asked, surprised, "aren't the stars and striped a little..." he searched for the right word. "Old fashioned?"

"Please, Steve, they're hipster."

Coulson ignored the girl sitting down and subtly shook his head. "With everything that's happening - everything that's about to come to light - people might just need a little... Old fashioned."

There was a moment of silence where everyone seemed to take in Coulson's words. Steve stared out over the ocean, Coulson stared at Steve, and Zina stared at Steve's butt, her left hand cradling her cheek. She contently sighed, a wistful smile gracing her chap-sticked lips as she gazed at the eighth wonder of the world. Her smile quickly faded and a crease formed in between her eyebrows once she realized exactly what Coulson had said.

"Wait," she started, eyes flying to the back of Coulson's head, "What's happening?" Steve slowly turned his head, quirking a blonde brow at the girl who looked frantically back and forth between his face and the thinning dark hair of Agent Coulson. "I wanna know what's about to come to light!" Steve glanced back at the agent, who smirked coyly to himself, obviously amused by Zina's demands. "Phil, tell me what's happening! I need det-"

"Sir, we're about to land."

Coulson and Steve looked out of the large windshield (I guess you could call it that) of the jet. "Oh god, finally!" Zina tried to jump out of her seat, only to be strangled by her seat belt, which was still securely fastened. Once that problem was out of the way, she began walking up to stand beside the two men, reciting her usual speech every time she was ever on any sort of aircraft: "Ladies and gentlemen, please keep your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside the aircraft at all times. Be sure to watch your children, and thank you for flying wit-" she stopped short once she saw exactly what they were landing on.

The jet flew low over the ocean, a huge thing coming into view. It was like a naval aircraft carrier, only... ginormous.

"You little bitch!" Zina socked Coulson hard on the shoulder, who, to her extreme irritation, didn't move an inch. Steve visibly flinched at her use of language, though, but she merely ignored him. She was too busy glaring daggers at the suit-clad agent to pay any attention. "You lied to me!"

"That is completely untrue." Coulson looked at the girl innocently, not even trying to hide his grin. "I never answered you when you guessed 'The Helicarrier'."

"That still counts!" Zina exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at the agent. She followed him to the back of the jet as it landed. "You filthy little liar!"

Coulson rolled his eyes. "You know, Zina, that is kind of what I do for a living." The ramp from the jet to the asphalt of the aircraft carrier lowered, illuminating the inside of the jet with sunlight. Phil Coulson slipped his sunglasses back on, and began to stroll down the ramp, only to be stopped by Zina's hand on his suit jacket sleeve.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Coulson thought for a moment, and then simply said, "Out." He looked away from the heated glare of the girl, who was mercilessly hanging onto his sleeve, back to Steve Rogers. The blonde met Coulson's eyes with a confused look. "Are you coming, Captain?" Coulson inquired, the ginger girl letting go of the agent's sleeve, huffing and mumbling something along the lines of "only women can have babies, Phil".

Steve blinked a few times, clearing his head. The agent and the teenager's relationship utterly confounded him. Were they related? They acted as if they were bickering siblings at times, but Steve would look again and see Zina eyeing Coulson with the kind of admiration and care the youngest sister has for an overprotective older brother. A look with a hint of amusement, a half a cup of annoyance, and bucket full of unconditional, and perhaps unrealized, love.

Steve realized that Coulson was staring at him questioningly under his aviators. "Uhh, ahh," he stuttered, giving himself a moment to gain his bearings. Steve stood up a little straighter and squared his shoulders, opening his eyes, which, if it was possible, looked even more blue.

Zina watched in awe as Steve Rogers seemed to grow another four inches as he straightened his spine. The fact of just how big and burly he was suddenly dawned on her, and so did the revelation that he was really just a huge teddy bear on the inside. Crunchy, with a succulent, soft center.

Her thoughts about mouth-watering treats and stars and stripes were interrupted by Soldier-Face Steve answering Coulson. "Yes, Agent Coulson. Right behind you."

~~~**~~~

Zina stepped out into the glaring sunlight and onto the aircraft carrier, suffering temporary blindness as eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness change. Her ability of sight compromised, she walked cautiously on the paved ground, her hands out in front of her.

"Zina, you look like an imbecile" That was Coulson to her left, his tone flat and matter-of-fact.

Zina sighed, her sight slowly returning to her. "Well, Phillip, I would look like more of an imbecile if I ran - nuhhg." She tottered on one foot, only to have a small hand come to her shoulder to steady her. Her sight finally returning to her person, Zina stared up into her sister's face.

"Nat!" Zina exclaimed wildly, throwing her arms around the slim woman's neck.

Natasha embraced her sister in return, though maybe a bit stiffly. Oh, right, she in SHIELD mode. Zina hastily extracted her arms from around her sister's neck and looked at Natasha, who's small smile was hardly concealed.

"Hey, sis," she said casually, putting her hands on her hips. "Did Agent Coulson treat you okay?"

Zina looked back at Coulson, who looked a bit awkward witnessing the exchange, and then to Steve Rogers, who glanced from Zina to Natasha, confused. Does he have any other facial expressions?

She faced her sister once again. "If by okay, you mean barging into Tony Stark's penthouse uninvited and meeting Captain High Trousers over there," she motioned to Steve, who automatically looked down at his khakis, "Then yeah, it was okay."

Natasha looked slightly amused, but when she was in her 'Agent Mode', as Zina liked to call it, her emotions (or what she had of them) were much less obvious.

Natasha's eyes met Coulson's for the second time in two days, and he began introductions."Agent Romanoff," Coulson gestured to Natasha, and then at Steve, "This is Captain Rogers."

Agent Romanoff's pouty lips smiled sweetly at the Captain, saying a simple "Hi."

"Ma'am," Steve said politely, nodding his head in her direction.

"And I'm Vincenzina Romanoff, Codename: The Ginger."

Steve cracked a smile at the girl, her exceptionally long red hair flying around her in the breeze. Her head poked out from behind the older Romanoff, and when she caught Steve's gaze, she smiled toothily at him, her black glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose as it crinkled.

Natasha's small smile disappeared and she was all business as she turned to Agent Coulson. "They need you on the bridge. They're starting the phase trace."

Coulson subtly nodded and began walking towards the inner area of the ship. "See you there," he said, striding over to the glass door.

"Oh, yeah, Philly," Zina called out, causing Coulson to turn on his heel. "I'm still royally pissed off at you!" Coulson looked utterly unimpressed as she turned back around and continued his trek to the safety on the indoors. Zina continued to call out her threat. "Phil Coulson, if you lie to me one more time, I swear I will tie you up the the ceiling of this place by your thumbs and make you read Green Eggs and Ham over and over again until you beg for mercy!"

Coulson reached the door and looked back at once again, his face blank. "Just try not to fall off the side, Zina." With that, he slid inside and let the glass door close behind him.

"Yeah, well fu-" Zina suddenly glanced at her sister's stern face and quirked brow, daring her to finish her sentence. "Uhh, fu- I mean, umm - fun times - uhh, fun times with you Coulson. Fun... Times..." The end of her sentence trailed off as Zina glanced defiantly at her sister, lips pursed.

"So, you two are siblings," Steve stated more than asked after a few beats of thick silence.

Zina opened her mouth to answer him, but Natasha beat her to it. "Sadly, yes," she said, heavily sighing.

"Hey!" Zina looked at her sister accusingly. "You're just upset because mom always liked me best." She turned to Steve, her hair swinging wildly. "And by mom, I mean Agent Coulson."

Steve bit his lips, glanced between the two sisters who looked nothing alike with the exception of their dark eyes and fiery hair. Natasha was reserved and collected, never betraying her emotions except for the small smile she had offered Steve in their acquaintance. The younger Romanoff, on the other hand, with her lopsided spectacles that matched her ever present grin, was starting to become the little sister that Steve never had. Which, Steve thought, was really ridiculous considering he's known her for less than twenty four hours.

Steve was disturbed from his musings by Agent Romanoff. "Would you like a look around, Captain?"

Zina seemed to brighten. "Ooh, ooh, I'll give you the grand tour!" She straightened out her 'Keep Calm And Carry On' shirt (Steve understood the reference, by the way) and cleared her throat. "Lady and gentleman," she began in an overly official voice, "Prepare yourselves for the most awe-inspiring, jaw-dropping, phenomenal sight you will ever lay eyes on!" She leaned in towards Natasha and Steve Rogers, as if ready to share a quality secret. Steve subconsciously leaned in as well, which Zina caught notice of and smiled mischievously. "Some call it the eight wonder of the world, but, sadly, that honor is taken by the sight of Director Fury laughing."

"Alright, Zina," Natasha interrupted, shoving her sister behind her. Zina made a sound of objection, but Natasha threw her a bored look. The teenager grumbled, but ceased in her protest.

Natasha Romanoff turned her chocolate eyes on the super soldier, who was still attempting to stifle his chuckles. He quickly collected himself as he returned Agent Romanoff's gaze.

"Still want a tour, Captain?"

Steve looked at the agent, and then to the girl nodding quickly behind her, grinning ecstatically. Steve exhaled, and then spoke. "That sounds great, ma'am."


Gah Chapter 3 up! Sorry it took a while. I've had tons of school work to catch up on. Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed. But I am feeling a little discouraged. I don't know if I will continue this story if I don't get a few more reviews. It just doesn't seem like anyone reads this.

So, if you wish for me to continue, please REVIEW! (:

~Z