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"Sorry no time for waffles boys." I said, smiling as Tony started to put on one of his signature pouts. Captain looked at me as I made my way down the hallway to my room. "I'll meet you in the armory, okay? I wanna get a good look at what they're suiting us up with." His mouth opened but my hand flew up and cut him off. "I can find my way there." He gave me a small, distracted smile as I made my way down the hallway and into my room, closing the door softly behind me. Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair as I picked up Steves file which was neatly laid out on the desk. Opening it, my eyes scanned over the information I had already memorized. He was born in Brooklyn, his mom was a nurse in an infectious care ward and she eventually secumed to one of the dieases herself. He forged his age along with his friend, James "Bucky" Barnes. James was drafted and Steve, due to his small stature and medical issues the length of my arm and then some, was selected to receive the "Super Soldier Serum". He fought against Hydra along with a few select soldiers, including this "Bucky", who eventually was killed in action. He destroyed Red Skull, the acclaimed leader of Hydra, with the Tesseract, an intergalactic battery. Frozen in a block of ice for decades, S.H.I.E.L.D found and thawed him.
Tossing the file back onto the desk, I slipped the knife out of the waistband of my sweatpants and weighed it in my hand. I tossed it in my hand and snatching it quickly from the air, I flung it at the wall. It stuck there trembling as I slumped my shoulders. I made my way into the bathroom and slipped the door shut behind me. I turned on the water and stripped out of my clothes, plopping them down in a neat little pile. After the water had begin to steam up the room, I sunk underneath the soothing water. I slid down the back of the shower, hanging my head and letting the water run over me. I ran a hand through my now damp hair and signed. I can't believe I'm doing this I muttered to myself as I stood up and placing my head underneath the water. I was running off on a mission, for a new team I barely knew and was taught to destroy, without the only agent I truly trusted with my life, with a new guy that may or may not make my heart want to jump out of my chest. But you know, no big deal. I splashed my face with the burning liquid before turning the dial back slowly, stopping the flow of water, the sliding the curtain back. My foot hit the plush mat as I snagged an even fluffier towel. I wrapped it tightly around me and managed to pad my way across the cold tile onto the carpet. Throwing my hair up in a simple towel know, I threw on my combat suit, which was freshly washed and perhaps even pressed. It smelt like the general type of laundry detergent not the stale stench that Red Room used. Fishing out a pair of fresh white socks from the top drawer of the dresser, I sat on the edge of the bed and slipped one on. I turned my injured foot towards me and the soaked, blood spotted bandage stared back. Ripping it off of my foot, I threw it into the trashcan and snatched up the first aid kit that was barely hidden underneath the bed. Laying it on the bed, I inspected the small sliver of red gash in the middle of my foot.I quickly wrapped it in gauze and tapped it up. I slid the other sock on and tightly laced up on my combat boots. Standing, my boots hit the carpet with a satisfying dull thud as I checked my knifes and Widows Bites. Grabbing the rest of the weapons from my bag, I slipped them into their slots and holsters. I stashed the first aid kit back under the bed along with my empty bag. Undoing the towel, I tossed it into the nearby laundry basket and shook out my hair. Standing up, I tested my injured foot as a quick throb of pain was sent up my legs. I sighed and opened the door, looking down at my foot. Go see Fury my ass I thought closing the door behind me. Making my way into the living room, everyone was eating waffles, smiling on the couches and watching some cartoons on the television. A smile flittered across my face as I saw Clint smiling and laughing with Thor as Bruce and Tony talked amongst themselves.
"Maybe this is where you belong," I murmured to myself as I turned away from the scene playing out in front of me and pressed the button to call the elevator. The elevator arrived and opened without the usual ding. I stepped inside and turned around, facing my new family as they slowly disappeared behind the closing door.
"I assumed that you wouldn't want to disturb them Miss. Romanoff." A voice erupted from the elevator as my arm went for my gun. Jarvis I mentally reminded myself and dropped my hand.
"Thank you." I said. The ride was silent as we arose a few floors up. The elevator stopped and the doors slid open.
"Good luck Miss. Romanoff." The voice spoke again as I stepped out into a large area with a hallway leading back into what I assumed to be the armory.
"Thank you..Jarvis." I added at the end as the door slid shut and I made my way down
the hallway. Opening the heavy metal door, I smiled at the large amounts of weapons that lined the huge room. Tables among tables were lined with all types of knives, throwing stars and even more pointy things I had never seen before. I seemed to be the only one in the maze of weapons as I made my way over to a table and picked up a knife. Nicely balanced, amount a three inch blade, slightly curved at the end. Placing it back down, I heard the door open behind me. Turning around, Steve and Nick were walking in, smiling and talking like two old friends. Steve's face dropped slightly when he saw me but still gave me a curt nod.
"Miss. Romanoff." He said, as Nicks eyes glanced between us.
"Captain." I responded back in a curt tone. My eyes quickly noticed the subtle changes
in his appearance. His hair was now extremely blonde, almost white and his bright, eager blue
eyes had been hidden behind a deep brown.
"Good to see you Miss. Romanoff. I see you have began taking stock of our
weaponry?" Fury remarked, his combat boots hitting the cement floor as he made his way
over.
"They all seem to be lovely pieces of cutlery but I will be sticking with my pieces." Isaid,
patting my gun that was resting on my hip as my Widow's Bite knocked against it. Fury
nodded and even gave me a small smile.
"We assumed so and we wouldn't have it any other way." He said. "Steve, however,
only seems to use that shield of his and of course he can't go trotting into MI6 with that."
"Of course not sir." I said, casting Steve a timid smile which he returned. Nick began to walk further back into the armory and Steve followed him. I quickly began to go in step with Steve. He was standing up straight with his arms folded behind his back. Too tense.
"Have you been on a mission like this before?" I asked, swinging my arms loosely and turning my head slightly to face him. He looked at me with question in his now brown eyes. "You're nervous. Body language says a lot." I replied as he loosened up.
"Yes, but when Hydra's involved I get a little…" Steve stopped as if searching for the right word.
"Tense?" I said, earning a nod from him. "It's alright. All agents when going against a common enemy feel an extra sense to go above what they need to do. At least that's what MI6 tried to tell me when I went up against Red Room for the first time. It never goes away no matter how many times you try to convince yourself it's just nerves." I looked up at him as he nodded at me.
"I can't even begin to imagine how that must've been. Going against your past with the history you have. They were your fellow agents, friends even." He said, loosening his facial expressions as I tightened mine and turned my focus ahead of me.
"You don't make friends in that hell hole."
The next hour consisted of knife throwing, gun shooting and learned that Captain does know more than just how to toss around a shield. We left the armory with the Captain suited up in three guns, two knives, and a few throwing stars, which I assumed he grabbed in memory of his beloved shield. Captain and I stepped into the elevator with Nick following us, closing the door with his back to us. We all stood there, staring straight ahead when Steve and I darting glances at one another. The elevator ride took us down, I mean all the way down. Slowly the elevator came to a stop and the doors slid open to expose the garage. We stepped out and made our way passed lines of amazing cars. Classics, muscles, modern. About half way down, Captain stopped and made his way over to a motorcycle.
"Is this yours?" I asked, following him and inspecting the ride. "A Harley Davidson Street 750? Not bad." Nodding, I sat in the seat as he looked down at me very surprised.
"Yes." He said, patting the handlebars. "This is my...baby." Steve smiled at it before Nick Fury too obviously cleared his throat.
"Steve here will take you both to the airstrip where the jet will be waiting to take you both. Your luggage is already there and your flight leaves in half an hour so I suggest you both get going." He paused for a moment, casting his eyes over both of us. "Good luck you too." Steve stood up straighter and offered his hand to Fury who shook it. When they let go, Fury looked at me and we exchanged a curt nod. He left us there and made his way to the elevator. With the sound of the shutting of the elevator doors, Steve looked down at me and smiled.
"I drive."