Chapter 20: An interrogation?
Steve Rogers POV
How was this possible? I was asleep for 70 years! The las thing I remember before waking up was crashing the plane. Had we won the war? Assuming that the Americans are still speaking English and not German, I certainly hope so. What about the cube? I hope it is gone forever. It deserves to be gone forever.
All these thoughts swam around my head as I observed my surroundings. It was a plain interrogation room that looked a lot like the 1940's but it had a fancy locking system and sturdier chairs.
The door hissed open as an athletic, tall young woman walked in. She was completely dressed in black (like all the other S.H.I.E.L.D agents) but it wasn't a catsuit like all the other female agents I had seen. She had bold red hair that was pinned to perfection around her head. No strand was loose.
"Good afternoon, Captain Rogers," she said sitting down on the chair on the other side of the table and setting a brown file of information in front of her. She had a British accent. Like Peggy. I looked down immediately as I thought of our last conversation...
"Please don't do this, we have time, we can work it out," she begged through the plane's radio. I looked back at the radar and my options.
"Right now, I'm in the middle of nowhere and if I wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die," I explained. There was no way I was going to get through this, "Peggy...this is my choice." I said. I couldn't let all those people die. It was a sacrifice I was going to have to make.
I put up the picture I had of her in front of me on the control panel as I steered the plane down. I glanced back down at the photo of her and thought of all the times we spent together, "Peggy," I said again to her. There was s much I wanted to say but so little time.
"I love you," came a faint and barely audible whisper through the radio. My heart soared and then ached. I could see the ice and blue sea through the clouds now.
"I'm gonna need a raincheck on that dance," I replied as I flew the plane further down to the ground.
"Alright..." she croaked. I could almost see tears coming down her pale cheeks, "a week, next Saturday at the Stork Club." Her British accent was bolder and a bit clearer in the radio.
"You got it," I said even though both of us knew what was going to happen.
"8 o'clock on the dot, don't you dare be late," her voice began to crack again. The ice and water were getting steadily closer, "understood?"
"You know, I still don't know how to dance," I admitted. She was silent for a minute. I was getting closer and closer to the ice.
"I'll show you how," she replied sweetly, "just be there."
"We'll have the band play something slow," I imagined. The ice got closer and closer until...
I shuddered. "And which agent are you?" I asked, slightly hostile. She opened her mouth to answer back but I treated it like a rhetorical question, "no, let me guess...Watson? No, Miller?"
"Holmes," she replied. A typically British last name, "Agent Grace Holmes." I looked up at her. No agent gives their real name.
"And are you here as some training exercise, Miss Holmes?" I asked. Leaning forward to almost intimidate her. She leaned forward slightly as well.
"No," she replied simply, "although this is my first mission, Director Fury and the powers that be, think I can relate to you."
I snorted in response. Ridiculous.
"I know it's a bit of a cliche when I say I know what you're going through, but it's the truth," she explained.
"Really?" I asked sarcastically.
"Yes," she replied, her large blue eyes were full of sincerity, "I only remember being on this planet for two months." I looked at her, trying to find any tell of her lying, but she wasn't, "I have been told that I was found in the middle of nowhere after a freak storm. I fell out of the sky, quite literally, without any recollection on who I was or where I had come from. The only things I know about this Earth are the things I have witnessed or read in books!"
Grace POV
There it was. My entire life in a nutshell.
"So...you don't even know your real name?" he asked, looking at me like I had two heads. I was used to that look now so it didn't faze me.
"My first name I remembered was Grace, but my last name? I made up," I replied. Captain Rogers sat back in his chair, flabbergasted.
"So, how did you come to work for S.H.I.E.L.D?" he asked, "only two months here and you're interrogating a person of interest."
"I woke up in this very facility, just over 2 months ago. Another Agent saw my skills, that when I read something, I could remember it and use it to my advantage. I learned to speak 14 languages fluently through language dictionaries."
"Wow," he gasped.
"Yeah, so don't start mouthing off the agency or I may just have to kill you," I replied. Half joking, half serious.
"You wouldn't."
"Annoy me and I could," I threatened back with a smirk. He reached his hand out across the table.
"Steve Rogers," he greeted. I took his hand and gave it a firm shake.
"Grace Holmes," I replied smoothly, "pleasure."
"Right back at you," he said with a "sexy" smile. I cringed and the cheesiness and rolled my eyes. He threw his head back laughing.
We talked about several things before the "interrogation" finished. I found out I reminded him of his girlfriend, Peggy Carter. The name rang a bell from his file so I read up on her after we had finished. He had a close friend called Bucky and the rest of our conversations were mainly about the emotion spectrum of S.H.I.E.L.D agents and how weird it is finding all the new things out. I tried to explain my ability as best as I could but I failed as Steve got lost about half way through.
Nick Fury POV
I stood on the other side of the glass, watching agent Holmes make a friend out of Captain Rogers. She was doing well. I looked over at Agent Coulson who had a proud smile on his face. The guy treated the new agent like a sister or daughter. I couldn't blame him. It happens to most agents eventually.
"She's doing well," I stated, trying to provoke Agent Coulson into saying a couple of words.
"Yes, I told you it was a good decision," he said smugly. I sighed, I hated to admit when someone made a better decision.
"Yes - yes you did," I sighed. Agent Coulson gave a triumphant chuckle. He better not get used to it. Agent Holmes wrapped up the interview and both Agent Coulson and I went out to the hallway to look over the details.
She walked up to me and handed me Captain Rogers' file.
"A new asset for S.H.I.E.L.D," she announced proudly.
"Well done, Agent Holmes," I congratulated as sincerely as my mouth would let me, "is Captain Rogers free for dismissal?"
"Yes, sir," she replied immediately, "may I inquire as to where he will be staying?"
"You're a smart agent, Miss Holmes, I'm sure I could leave that in your capable hands to sort out," I replied simply, turned on my heels and walked back down the corridor.
Grace POV
I turned to Phil after the last statement.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I asked him. He was holding back a laugh and I wanted to know why. He let out a deep breath before answering. I gave him a stern glare.
"It means..." he trailed off to hold back another laugh, "that he stays with you until he can get his own accommodation. I have to run. Good bye." And then Agent Phil Coulson turned on his heels and walked away. Leaving me with a super-soldier as a new room mate. What could possibly go wrong.
Steve Rogers POV
Grace came back in looking a little stressed.
"Grace is everything all right?" I asked standing up and walking up to her. I was just over 6 feet and she came up to my nose.
"Well, you are free to go," she said slowly.
"That's great, why do you look so stressed?"
"But you have to stay in the apartment I only got just over three weeks ago."
"Ah," I replied, "do you not want me as a room mate?"
"No, no, you're great. It's just a bit..."
"Awkward?" I suggested.
"Yes," she agreed, "very awkward."
"If you let me stay one night, I will immediately go out apartment hunting the next day," I begged. I was not staying in this creepy facility any longer. A couple of hours was enough. Grace gave a sigh of reluctance but slowly nodded, "Yes!" I shouted in triumph before squeezing her with a huge bear hug.
"Ugh...Steve...lungs..," she wheezed, slapping my back to put her down. I dropped her immediately and waited as she caught her breath.
"Shall we go?" I asked. She breathlessly nodded and we made our out of the facility and back to New York.
Author's Note: Captain America as a room mate. Please keep reviewing, and favouriting and following because it just encourages me to write more.
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