Chapter 4: Ok, Now The Second Person...
STEVE ROGERS P.O.V.
"What was her name?" The bartender asked me as I stared at the old photograph I was holding in my hand.
"Peggy. Peggy Carter." I told him still staring at the picture. I'm not sure but I think he gave me a surprised look as I reached over and grabbed my glass.
"The English soldier?" He asked as I gulped down my drink in seconds without even trying. I slammed it down on the counter a tad bit hard but I wasn't angry. He didn't notice anyway.
"Yeah." I answered him.
"You're pining over a girl in World History?" He asked confused. I looked up at him, my expression hadn't changed but I still trying to finding out what to say to him in my head.
"She was just... a big inspiration to me." I wasn't lying. He nodded and started to wipe a wet glass from the sink.
"She... wasn't like other women. She was confident, she had spirit. She was a fighter." I told him seriously looking back down at the old picture. Just talking about her made me sad. But I just couldn't stop.
"Yeah, she was." He agreed half-confused.
"She could be a bit stubborn at times but... she had a good heart." I said starting to smile a bit. But not taking my eyes off the photograph again. His expression then turned to completely confused. He looked as though he had missed something.
"Wait, how would you know that she could be stubborn?" He asked. I looked up at him and tried to think of what to say.
"Uhh, I don't know. A guess?" He raised his eyebrow as I quickly finished my drink. The awkward silence had to end. So once I was done, I got out the money I was supposed to pay him and put it on the table. I got up from my stool.
"Well, I best be heading off now." I said slipping the photo in my jacket. He then said to me,
"Ok. See you."
"Bye Jack." Once I walked out of the pub it was snowing so the streets were filled with snow. And the air was freezing that night. All you could hear outside is distant talking from a few people and the sirens from a police car or ambulance a few blocks away. The city wasn't safe at this time of night. I took a deep breath and walked across the street to my motorcycle. When I was about to start the engine, I heard someone from behind me. Like he/she was sneaking up on me.
Once the figure got closer and closer, his/her arm stuck out and I immediately sprung into action. When he/she was right behind me, I turned around at took a swing at him/her. Apparently he/she was wearing a hood over his/her head and fell to the ground for a split second then immediately jumped back up. So I couldn't really make out the face. The next thing I know I was falling straight to the ground because he/she took a swing at me. I quickly stopped myself from falling, got up and kicked him/her in the stomach. He/she screamed in pain so loudly, I still couldn't tell which sex he/she was. When he/she was about to headbutt me, I had already kneed him/her in the stomach and he/she fell to the ground straight.
I immediately jumped straight on top of him/her and was about to hit him/her straight in the face just when his/her hood came of. Then I saw who it was.
"Clint? Clint Barton?" I asked him totally confused. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Nice to see you to Steve." He mumbled as he got up groaning. I chuckled as we shook hands and man-hugged each other. Don't ask.
"Why did you sneak up on me like that?" I asked him letting go.
"I wanted to surprise you. You didn't have to punch me in the face." He said rubbing his cheek.
"Yeah... sorry about that." I apologised. He looked at me and smiled. He chuckled while saying,
"Yeah, I see your military, soldier reflexes haven't gone away yet." I looked up at him and nodded.
"So, uhh Clint. Why are y- why you here? Why did you come to see me?" I asked confused but still trying to act casual. I failed of course. Clint looked at me straight in the eye.
"Because the new Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. told me to." He said cheerfully.
"Why? What 'new' Director? Who is he?" I asked really confused.
"You mean 'she'." Said a voice in the shadows behind us. As we turned around Agent Natasha Romanoff walked up next to me and hugged me tightly.
"Steve, it's great to see you." She said letting go."How have you been?"
"Hi Natasha!" I said happily."I've been good. What's all this about? Are you the new director?"
"Yes. Yes, I am. Why? Does that surprise you?" She said with her hands on her hips. I smiled at her and shook my head while saying,
"No... Wait, I thought Fury was the Director." Clint and Natasha both looked at each other seriously. Natasha nodded at him and Clint then faced me.
"Well, he was until he was taken." Clint said trying to sound as casual as he possibly could. I was absolutely traumatized. What did he just say?
"What?! Fu-" I yelled but Natasha cut me off by putting her finger on my lips while saying,
"I'll explain everything later but right now, you have to come with us." Ok, back to really confused. I thought as Clint grabbed my arm and dragged me while the two walked.
"Where are we going?" I asked. Natasha quickly turned her head around and said,
"You'll see." Then quickly turned her head back to the front. This better be good.