Chapter nine
Steve and Wendy watch through the window as the doctors operated on Director Fury. Natasha came through the door and stood next to them.
"Is he going to make it?" Natasha asked.
"I don't know," Steve replied.
"Tell me about the shooter," Natasha told him.
"He was fast and strong. He had a metal arm," Steve said. "He was dressed in black with a mask on his face."
Wendy gasped from beside him and a put a hand to her mouth. He was in the apartment.
"What?" Natasha asked her.
"He broke in the apartment a couple days ago. I thought he was just trying to rob the place," Wendy said.
"I don't want you here. It's not safe for either of you," Steve said.
"I called Stark, he'll pick her up with his jet and bring her to New York to the Tower," Maria said.
"Ballistics?" Natasha asked.
"Three slugs. No rifling and completely untraceable," Maria replied.
"Soviet made?"
"Yeah."
They watched as Fury's condition worsened.
"Nurse, help me with gauzes, please. BP is dropping. Defibrillator!" the doctor exclaimed.
They watch in shock as Fury flat lined and the doctors tried to revive him. Steve turned away when they called time of death. He looked at the flash drive in his hand and turned to his granddaughter.
"You need to go home and pack your things," Steve told her. "I'll walk you to your car."
Wendy nodded but didn't say word, still in shock that Director Fury was dead. They may not have been close but he was the last person she expected to die. Once at the apartment Wendy packed everything she could into a bag and then sat in the living room with a gun waiting for her pick up. A knock on the door sounded and she cocked her gun. Getting up, she looked through the peephole with her gun pointed at the door. She sighed in relief when she saw that it was Sam Wilson. Curious she opened the door and let him, putting the gun on safety.
"Sam? What are you doing here?" Wendy asked.
"Your Pops sent me over here to keep an eye on you," Sam replied.
"I don't need a babysitter," Wendy said with a roll of her eyes.
"Do I look like a babysitter to you? Nah, I'm here to watch your TV and steal your food," Sam replied with a smirk on his face.
"That's what a babysitter does, Sammy," Wendy said in a sing song voice.
"Sit your pregnant ass down and lets watch some TV," Sam replied.
They sat down on the couch and Wendy propped her feet into his lap, turning on the TV. Sam rolled his eyes but didn't move them. The news was on and Wendy was about to change it when her grandfather's picture popped onto the screen. He was apparently wanted for questioning.
"What the hell?!" Wendy exclaimed and shared an alarmed expression with Sam.
Wendy pulled out her cell phone and tried to call her grandfather's cell three times but it was no use. Wendy bit her lip as she ran a hand through her hair. Sam put a hand on her shoulder.
"You need to calm down, worrying like hell isn't good for you or your baby," Sam said.
"What if something's happened to him?" Wendy asked as she began to cry. "I couldn't bear to lose him as well."
She cried softly into Sam's shoulder. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, startling the two of them.
"Did someone order room service?" Tony Starks voice floated the closed door.
Wendy got up and waddled to the door. She opened it and was relieved to see Tony's face.
"Tony, thank God you're here," Wendy said.
"What's wrong, kiddo?" Tony asked.
She turned around and pointed at the screen. Tony cursed under his breath.
"What are we going to do? They couldn't possibly think he was actually involved in the Director's death could they? I mean, he's Captain Freaking America!" Wendy exclaimed.
"We aren't going to do anything. I'm going to take you to New York and whoever that is," Tony said pointing to Sam. "Is going to go back home."
"I'm Sam Wilson, I'm a friend of Steve's," Sam told him.
"Yeah, whatever," Tony replied and picked up Wendy's bag.
Wendy turned off the TV and followed Tony out the door.
Days later. . .
Wendy sat fidgeting on Tony's couch, squashed between the couple, as the news reported live from the scene of the falling hellicarriers. She knew Steve was there, fighting like hell.
"He better not die or I'll kick his ass," Wendy said, her voice breaking.
"He'll be alright," Pepper said as she squeezed her hand.
"Yeah, kiddo, he's Captain America after all," Tony replied.
A pain that began in her lower back suddenly moved to her abdomen causing her to bend over in surprise.
"Wendy, are you alright?" Pepper asked in alarm.
"My stomach hurts. I think it's contractions," she replied, putting a hand to her swollen belly.
"What?" Tony asked with wide eyes.
"She's in labor, Tony, we need to get her to the hospital," Pepper replied.