Author's Note: Here it is, folks. The long-awaited confrontation between Mack and Loki. This chapter was the hardest to write for the entire story, even harder than the ending. Yes, the ending of Bohemia is officially written, which means that we're going to actually be ending Bohemia sooner rather than later. At this point, it looks like Bohemia will come to a close around Chapter 50 or so.
There's also a Coulson/Mack conversation in here, because really, I've neglected a lot of their relationship, and I really want to get more development into it before shit hits the fan. I'm incredibly happy with this chapter though.
And in another bit of good news… rush week went spectacularly, and I got into the sorority I wanted to! I'll be going through pledging in the next five weeks, so while there will be updates, they will be slightly slower than normal. But either way, Bohemia itself will be finished before the end of this semester of college, and I'll be writing Idiosyncrasy over the summer.
At the moment, Idiosyncrasy will probably be a bit shorter than Bohemia, but it'll be a fun one. I've got some major plans for the sequel, and I think you guys will enjoy it. And just wait, because Bohemia and Idiosyncrasy look to be only the start of Mack and Steve's misadventures. But we'll see how far everything goes.
I don't own the Marvel Cinematic Universe or anything associated with the Avengers or Captain America. I do own the original characters and situations in this series, which I am trying to figure out the name for. When I figure out the name of this series, I'll be sure to tell you all, I promise. Hope you enjoy, please leave a review on the way out!
Bohemia
In her three years at SHIELD, Mackenzie Donahue has run into some strange things. Weird hammers, egocentric billionaires, and of course her archer SO. Somehow, a gentleman soldier out of his time turns out to be the best of it all. Steve/OC
Chapter 36 – God of Lies
May 3, 2011
"No."
"Kenzie-"
"Tasha, this is a horrible idea."
"Do you have another one?"
"No, but this idea is right up with the shit that went down in Rome!"
"We don't have another choice."
Mack stood her ground, narrowing her eyes at the redhead across from her. "There is always a choice. And this is a horrible one," she snapped, running a hand through her dark hair. "This is a beyond horrible idea."
Natasha was just as firm, eyes narrowed as she watched the younger agent. "We've done this before, Kenzie. We send you in first, you get a feel for what will work with him, and then I go in for the takedown. We have done this so many times before-"
"Not with that psychopath!" Mack growled, gesturing sharply to the door that led into the detention area where Loki was being held. The hallway that the two SHIELD agents were occupying was empty at the moment, and Mack had a feeling that it wasn't a coincidence. "Not with a fucking god, Natasha!"
Through the two years of Clint training her and the year of her being a full agent, Mack had been through a surprisingly small number of arguments with Natasha. Mack and Clint had butted heads fairly often, but those arguments had always settled down quickly, due to the fact that both were willing to admit that they were being stupid when they had to. The fight in Australia had been something else entirely between Mack and Clint.
Mack and Natasha, however, only had about two arguments before this, and both had occurred in Rome. Considering how bizarre in of itself Rome had been, Mack really wasn't that surprised in hindsight. The Black Widow was a guarded woman at the very least, and rarely let anyone know what she was thinking. It took miracles for Mack and Clint to be able to figure out what was going on in Natasha's head.
Despite all the training that the two had gone through – Natasha's at the hands of the Red Room and Mack's at SHIELD – there was all one surefire way of bringing out the worst in both women. The sure way to piss off both Mack and Natasha at once was to threaten Clint, the man who had linked them together, given them something that could form a bond in the first place.
Without Clint, Mack wondered if hers and Natasha's bond would fall apart.
"What exactly is the problem this time, Mackenzie?" Natasha demanded. The redhead's voice was calm, but Mack caught the dangerous, frustrated glint in her friend's eyes that she recognized as a sign that Natasha was getting very close to losing her temper.
With the revelation of Clint and Natasha's relationship, Mack knew that the ex-Russian was more determined to ever to get Clint back to them. No matter how good Natasha was at hiding what she felt, this situation was beyond horrible. They were all going to react somehow, and Mack knew that it could be considered a good thing if Natasha felt comfortable enough to take it out on her. God knew she was taking some things out on Natasha.
Like the fact that Clint had nearly killed her, maybe.
"The problem is this plan, Natasha," Mack replied, her tone still sharp as she shook her head, rolling her eyes as she glared at her. "It's a horrible one. It is not going to work."
Mack was only a bit taller than Natasha, and her hands went down. She made sure to keep her hands on her hips, not to go for a knife as she usually did when she was in an argument. The last thing that everyone needed was for her and Natasha to get into a brawl because they were taking their anger out on each other. Mack was also fully aware that Natasha would kick her ass long before she had a chance to get a knife out. At the end of the day, Mack knew she was the weakest member of Strike Team Delta.
"Do you want to get Clint back?" Natasha demanded, her voice taking an edge that was sharper than any knife that Mack owned.
"Don't you dare pretend that getting him back isn't my first priority," Mack replied, taking a step forward as she met Natasha's furious glare head-on. "You know damned well that it is, Natasha, so don't you dare try and pull that on me."
"Interrogating Loki is the only way to figure out what he's planning," Natasha snapped, and Mack realized then that Natasha was actually getting furious at her. It was something she had never actually had happen before. Natasha had never been this angry with her, not even after Australia.
The logical part of Mack knew that having the Black Widow pissed off at her was probably one of the worst things she could ever do. The emotional part of her honestly did not give a fuck anymore.
"You're good, Natasha, but I don't know if you're this good," Mack snapped, shaking her head as her hand slapped the wall.
"What the hell is your problem?" Natasha growled, her eyes narrowing. Both Mack and Natasha had green eyes, but they were so different. Natasha's were bright green, beyond beautiful. Mack's were a lighter green, with hazel throughout it.
Both pairs of green eyes were absolutely burning in anger.
"I'm scared!" Mack snapped back, her voice rising to a shout. She didn't know why she was finally admitting it now. She didn't know what had made her snap. "Is that what you want to hear, Natasha? That I'm scared? Well, guess what. I fucking am. I'm fucking terrified of that son of a bitch, dammit!"
She was. As soon as the words escaped her mouth, Mack knew that it was absolutely true. She was beyond terrified of Loki.
The monster in the holding areas had been responsible for the Destroyer's attack on New Mexico last year, an attack that had nearly killed so many people. The monster in the holding areas had shown up a few days ago in a SHIELD facility, had killed agents, people Mack knew. The monster had done something to Clint, brainwashed him, and turned him against his loved ones by simply touching Clint's chest with his staff.
Loki was responsible for her fight against Clint in Germany. Loki was responsible for her brother holding an arrow to her chest. Loki was responsible for Clint nearly killed Mack.
And that scared her.
"What is going on here?"
Mack and Natasha both glanced sharply down the hall. Coulson was making his way to the two. There was anger, confusion, and what almost seemed like disappointment on his face, and she felt part of her face redden in embarrassment. Mack had moved to lean against the wall, and realized with a flash of anger that she was tearing up. She was not going to cry right now. Natasha stood at attention, every muscle in her body completely stiff.
"Natasha? Mackenzie?" Coulson asked, crossing his arms as he watched the both of them.
Neither said a word. Mack stared down at the floor, keeping her eyes on her own combat boots. Natasha just watched Coulson, her face and eyes carefully blank. Mack knew that they had just taken out a lot of negative emotions on each other, but she couldn't understand why they had done it now. They were usually so much better than this.
Usually, though, they had Clint.
Coulson sighed after nearly a minute of silence, glancing at Mack before exchanging a serious look with Natasha. The redhead nodded stiffly, closing her eyes for a few seconds before glancing at the brunette, sighing softly.
"Natasha." Coulson looked over at the redhead. "Give us a minute, please."
Natasha nodded briskly, not looking at Mack as she walked down the hallway, her pace quick and her footsteps silent. Mack swallowed heavily, shaking her head and running a hand through her hair as she looked down at the floor, refusing to meet Coulson's gaze.
Coulson grabbed her shoulder, gently, before pulling her into a room down the hall. Mack recognized it as a security office, but one that was currently empty. Coulson gestured over to the chair in the corner, and Mack nodded before sitting down, not saying a word. She leaned back in the chair, crossing her legs and arms as she looked at everywhere but at Coulson.
"Mackenzie." Mack swallowed again, not looking up. She wouldn't look at Coulson. Not right now. "Mackenzie. Please look at me."
Mack sighed shakily, her eyes feeling strangely hot and heavy as she looked up at the man she honestly considered her father. She blinked heavily, swallowed as she realized that her left hand was shaking. It wasn't a noticeable shaking. But it was shaking, and from the way that Coulson's hand reached out to gently grasp her wrist, she knew that he had noticed it as well.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," Mack murmured weakly, shaking her head.
"I do," Coulson explained. His tone was as calm as always, and Mack caught the usually unnoticeable. "You just admitted it to Natasha in the hallway. You're scared."
"You can't exactly blame me," Mack muttered, shaking her head as she looked away, biting her lip.
Coulson shook his head as he sat down across from Mackenzie, watching her as she stared at the wall, forcing back tears with every second that passed. "No. I can't. Because I'm scared, too."
She only knew bits and pieces of how Clint had been brought into SHIELD in the first place. Mack knew that Hawkeye had spent three years as a contract killer after spending a few years in the military, and knew that Clint had met Phil Coulson in a hospital in Seattle, and had joined SHIELD not long afterwards.
Clint and Coulson had a tight bond, and that bond had grown more when Natasha had joined SHIELD and Strike Team Delta. Mack's arrival three years ago had turned the four into something that resembled a family, even if they were the deadliest team SHIELD had available. There was no one that Mack trusted more than those four. When Steve had come into her life, it had been a huge shock to realize that she trusted him at that level after only a few months.
It had been Coulson, after all, who had convinced her to take a leave after Australia. Clint and Natasha hadn't been able to convince her to go on that leave, while Coulson had been able to talk her into it within the first few minutes of their conversation.
In so many ways, Coulson was the glue that held Strike Team Delta together.
"This situation has brought the people I care about most into so much danger," Coulson explained. Mack wondered for a few seconds if Coulson was actually opening up to her, and realized with a jolt that he probably was. Wow. "Clint. Natasha. You. My agents have been put in serious danger, and that does not make me happy. That scares me."
Mack swallowed. Closing her eyes, she didn't answer as Coulson said, his tone almost paternal, "Mackenzie. Talk to me. Please."
"He almost killed me," Mack finally said after a few moments of silence. She shook her head, running a hand through her hair as tears started to come, looking over at Coulson as she swallowed. "Clint almost killed me. Except it wasn't Clint, and that's so fucking terrifying, Coulson, because it was him. He had the same combat style, the same moves, he knew my style…"
"But on some level, it wasn't Clint," Coulson finished.
Mack nodded, her hand shaking. "He wouldn't try to kill me. I know him. I know… if he had to, if there was no other choice, he would. But I wouldn't know. He wouldn't try to do this to me." She was babbling. She was babbling, because she was only just now realizing exactly what Clint trying to kill her had done to her.
She was falling apart again. Just like Budapest. Just like Brazil. Just like Australia.
Coulson's next words were gentle. "It's okay to be afraid, Mackenzie."
"Not when that fear is putting the people I care about in danger." Mack shook her head, her hands going into fists. "I hate being afraid. I've hated it since the parking lot, three years ago, when Clint saved my life. I hate being afraid."
Coulson's next words surprised her. "Have you ever realized how proud Clint is of you?"
Mack looked up sharply, raising an eyebrow in confusion as Coulson continued. "He brought you into SHIELD because he saw something. He saw a potential, and he thought that potential could be used for something great. That was three years ago. He is so proud of you, Mackenzie. You really have no idea. But you need to. Because that is how you're going to get past Germany."
Mack nodded, keeping quiet. She only realized then that she had a knife in her hand. She glanced down at the knife, swallowing heavily as she looked down at it. It was Clint's knife, from his days as a sniper for the army. He had given it to her when she had started her knife training, telling her that she had better use of it than he did.
"Mackenzie, I know you. And I know that you can and will do what you have to if it means getting the job done," Coulson said, his tone just as calm.
As always, Coulson knew her better than she knew herself. Mack didn't know why that fact kept surprising her.
Mack swallowed, running a hand through her hair before standing. She rubbed her eyes, taking away any evidence that she had shed any tears. "I'm ready," she said, her voice quiet and serious. She shook her head, taking a deep breath before looking at Coulson. "I'm okay."
"Natasha and I are not going to force you into anything you don't feel that you can handle, Mackenzie," Coulson said gently. He watched her carefully from his chair, standing a second later. "I made you that promise after Berlin. I don't plan on breaking that promise now. But if you can do this…"
Berlin was also on the list of things Mack did not want to think about right now. She didn't want to think about her many mistakes. She wanted to focus on getting Clint back, on finding the Tesseract, on finding a way to make sure that Loki would never hurt someone she cared about again.
She was doing this for Clint. For Clint, for Natasha, for Steve, and for Coulson. She was doing this for the people she cared about.
Mack could do this.
"We need to get Clint back," Mack replied, her voice firm as she shook her head. She looked up, raising an eyebrow at Coulson. "And we're going to need a guinea pig. We put me in there with Loki first, I needle him a bit, and we figure out how Natasha can get something out of him."
"If anyone can get something out of our guest, it's Agent Romanoff," Coulson murmured, nodding in reply. Mack caught a flash of pride cross Coulson's face. As much as he would deny it, she knew that he was always incredibly proud of his agents.
In the deepest parts of her mind, Mack knew that was mutual. At the end of the day, Mack, Clint, and Natasha were not SHIELD's agents. They were Phil Coulson's.
She was still falling apart. She knew that Coulson was right, that her fight with Clint had broken something in her and that it would take some time to pull it back together. But for right now, she had to focus on what she could do, and not what needed to be put on hold for the moment.
Mack swallowed before taking a step forward, hugging Coulson tightly for a few seconds. Coulson's arms were around her a moment later, and Mack just took another deep breath, letting herself calm down. Coulson's hand rubbed her back for a moment, and the vaguest memory of a different man doing this to her, when she had just been a little girl, came across her mind again.
That was one of the biggest differences between her and the others. Compared to Clint and Natasha, Mack had walked into SHIELD with a very minimal number of emotional scars. She had been going through a blissfully normal life, and as such, she had never been turned off of physical contact.
Clint and Natasha had suffered through hugs for her. The moment that Natasha had pulled her into a hug on the deck of the Helicarrier, only yesterday, had been the first moment that Mack had realized how much she had influenced Natasha in return of her mentoring her.
"Let's go, Agent Donahue." Coulson let her go a moment later, squeezing her shoulder as he gestured at the door. Mack nodded once, leading the way out of the room.
It was now or never.
She took a deep breath before entering the prison ward.
Loki's glass cage was probably Mack's worst nightmare. She had never been too good with enclosed spaces as a kid, after she had been trapped in an elevator when she had been three years old, one of the few memories she had of being with her father. She had gone with him to work one day. That fear had only increased after Nathan had put her into a steel box in Australia.
The fact that she was seeing that bastard in something that she absolutely feared brought Mack something that resembled brutal satisfaction.
There were still moments where Mack felt like she was suffocating when she was in a small space. She could swallow the fear and push it away, but it was
This was the same thing. She just had to push away the fear. She had to stay calm, stay in control, for as long as she had to, until this situation was taken care of. Mack knew she could do this.
This was what Clint had trained her for.
Mack shot an almost cordial smile at Loki as she stepped forward. It was a game. Being a spy was like playing a game. Natasha had told her that once. "Comfortable?" she asked, raising an eyebrow over at him.
"Of course," Loki replied. The dark-haired god was lying on the makeshift bed in the cell, but had sat up upon her entrance into the room. His green eyes, so much colder than Mack's own eyes or even Natasha's eyes, tracked her every move, and Mack kept the shudder she felt away.
She was not going to show any weakness to this monster. Weakness would destroy her even more than it already had, and she would not let herself be destroyed right now.
"Really?" Mack asked. She stepped forward, stopping in front of the cage as she examined it. "Because it looks a little cramped. Like a hamster cage or something." She paused before raising an eyebrow at Loki. "You do know what hamsters are, right? They're little rodents. People have them for pets."
There was a flash of something in Loki's eyes, a flash of a dark rage. Mack only smirked. Natasha was a genius in interrogation. Mack's interrogation skills had always been absolutely horrible, even after three years' experience as a SHIELD agent. She had left interrogation to whoever she was working with.
Right now, all she had to do was needle Loki, get a reaction out of him. That was something she could do, and that was something she would enjoy doing.
"Agent Donahue, I presume?" Loki asked after a few moments, looking over her.
"I see my reputation precedes me," Mack replied, shrugging lightly. Part of her did wonder how the hell Loki would know who she was. "Regardless of popular belief, I don't bring my dog on missions. He'd distract me too much by demanding belly rubs."
"Agent Barton has told me much about you. He mentioned that you have a wit of your own." Loki chuckled as he stood, stepping forward. Mack's eyes narrowed slightly. "He was the one who brought you into this organization."
Mack kept her face blank, but there was nothing she could do to hide the dangerous spark in her eyes. God, what had Clint told him? Mack's mind went to the worst possibilities instantly, of the things Clint knew about her that had the potential to destroy her. Then again, Clint knew more about her than anyone, probably even more than Natasha and Steve did at this point in time.
Clint knew her every weakness, knew exactly what would need to be done in order to take her down.
Budapest, Hungary.
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.
Melbourne, Australia.
Everyone had their own breaking points, places where they had been so destroyed that it was a miracle that they were able to move on at all. Those were the three places in the world that had completely shattered her as a person. She had moved on from those three places, had recovered from the damage that had been done to her there.
Mack also knew that the scars were never going to go away.
Either way, Loki knew her weaknesses. She would just have to be careful about how she reacted to everything.
"I'm sure he has," Mack replied calmly, just watching him with narrowed eyes. She tilted her head, just watching the god carefully, a small smile playing on her lips. "I've heard a bit about you, actually. Thor told me a few things."
"I am sure that he has," Loki murmured, just watching her. Mack let her hair fall down her one shoulder as her head tilted further. Loki's eyes were even colder than her own, and Mack forced herself to keep calm as the god continued. "You use knives. It allows you an edge of control in combat, does it not?"
Fuck. Clint really had told the bastard pretty much everything. Not even Steve and Natasha knew why she had gone into knives after she and Clint had discovered that she had a talent with them. She did like the control she had in close combat. Knives were a good way to end a fight quickly.
In the end, that was all that mattered when it came to her knife training.
"And you use a staff. A very long staff. Compensating for something?" Mack wondered, grinning at the look of rage that crossed his face. She was personally very proud of that jab. She would have to remember it the next time she was being held captive. "Oh, did I hit a soft spot?"
"Agent Barton is right. You hide your fear behind jokes and jabs. But behind that… you really are nothing more than the scared girl he found three years ago." Loki's eyes narrowed at her, and Mack knew that this battle of jabs was only going to get far more personal.
Bring it on.
"Your own older brother? Really?" Mack shrugged lightly before stepping forward, running a hand through her hair. She was pushing her nerves away at least. "I mean, I get the whole annoying older brother thing, but I've never tried to kill mine…"
She wasn't sure if she was talking about Sean or Clint. Probably Clint.
"You know nothing, you worthless child," Loki hissed, taking another step forward. Mack knew that she was getting to him, even it was at the smallest level possible. "You speak of things you to not understand, have no hope of understanding."
"Aw. The homicidal maniac is all misunderstood?" Mack wondered, shaking her head, a cold smile crossing her lips. "I don't buy it. The whole cliché, taking over the world thing? This is the equivalent of you throwing a temper tantrum because you don't think Daddy loves you enough."
She was getting what Natasha needed to make her interrogation go as smoothly as possible. She was antagonizing Loki, goading him into revealing weaknesses. That was all that she was doing.
Mack also knew that antagonizing the already unstable god had ever possibility of backfiring on her. She made a mental note to make sure Steve never found out that she had agreed to this interrogation. He would never forgive her if he found out she did it and had never told him.
Oh, wait. She was going to have to tell him. That whole no keeping secrets thing was harder than she thought it would be.
"The archer care for you," Loki murmured, just watching her. "You and Agent Romanoff. He fought the truth I offered him. He wished to protect you. But he told me what I needed to know."
"You could have used Google. Might have saved you some time," Mack quipped, rolling her eyes. Something in her heart was shaking, and she knew that this was about to get even uglier than before.
"Agent Barton realizes the truth now. What he has learned from the Tesseract has shown him that he has no need to fight." Loki sounded almost smug, and Mack knew he was dangling Clint in front of her as bait. She couldn't take it. She had to stay in control.
"He fought enough to spare my life, didn't he?" Mack demanded, her voice absolute ice. She shook her head. "He's still fighting, isn't he? Fighting whatever spell you've put on him, every single second. I know him. And I know he's fighting."
Mack raised her hands as she took a few steps back. Her phone had vibrated in her pocket. Natasha had all she needed for an interrogation, and she only hoped that it was going to be enough. She already felt slimy enough being in the same room as him. If it meant she could get out of here, she was going to get out of here.
She needed to be in the same room with someone she actually liked.
"I wish I could tell you this chat has been a pleasure… but it really hasn't." Mack shot him a mocking smile, giving a fake curtsy. "I can't wait to see everything blow up in your face. That, Loki… that will be an absolute pleasure."
Loki spoke just before she had left the room. "We both know the archer is not the only one who cares for you. He is not the only one who wishes to protect you from what may come."
Mack did not turn around, though she did pause in her exit from the room. She rolled her eyes. "What are you talking about?" she asked, knowing that she probably wouldn't get an answer.
She could almost hear Loki's smirk, hear the gears turning in his head, and she knew that whatever he said next was going to cause her to snap. She just knew it, and she knew that whatever happened next, she had done what she had to.
She had tested the waters. Natasha would get what she needed. She could walk out now.
Something stopped her from walking away.
"I saw it during our journey here. The soldier watches you when he believes you are not looking. There is concern in his eyes. Worry." There was a dark chuckle, and Mack's hand slid to the knife strapped to her thigh. "Even love, Agent Donahue?"
Do not react. She could not react. She could not give him that satisfaction.
Loki knew about her and Steve. It had been obvious to everyone after HYDRA had taken Mack, barely a week ago, that she had become his weakness in a matter of a few months. Mack was fully aware that Steve was her weakness. He was the one thing she would betray all she stood for, if it meant protecting him.
Mack knew now that they were each other's greatest strength and worst weakness. Loki knew that Steve was her weakness. This was not going to end well.
Loki's words were too light, almost as if he was discussing the weather. Mack would remember the words for the rest of her life. "I'm curious, Agent Donahue. Would your soldier die if it meant saving you?"
Mack felt rather than heard her temper absolutely snap.
She whirled, green eyes blazing, and she knew that he had gotten to her. "You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I do not care that he's Captain America – you do not threaten him in front of me!"
Mack hadn't felt rage at this level for over a year. She had not felt rage at this level since Nathan had betrayed her in Australia, since Nathan had used her to lead Clint to his death. Even that situation probably couldn't compare to the anger she felt in her chest right now, the anger practically suffocating her, the anger she knew she had to control.
The bastard in front of her was threatening the people that she loved most in the world. Loki was already controlling Clint. Loki had just threatened Steve.
Mack would not let him get away with that.
"I promise you," Mack spat, stepping forward, back to the cage, her eyes narrowed. "That I will personally stand between you and anyone I care about. Do you understand me? You will not hurt the people I care about any more than you already have. Over my dead body you will."
"Is that a promise, Agent Donahue?" Loki wondered, just laughing.
She wanted to stab him so badly, but she knew that she probably wouldn't get a chance.
Mack turned from him, starting to head out of the room. Her head was pounding, and her hand was going to start shaking again if she didn't get out of there. She did what she needed to do. Natasha would be able to do her job. Mack could get out of there. She had to get out of there before she revealed any more weakness than she already had.
"You will be the last to fall."
Mack paused and stiffened. She did not look back. She refused to look back at him. She would not give him that satisfaction, even it was painfully obvious that he had gotten to her. It was obvious from the stiffening of her back, from the hand clutching a knife at her thigh's strap, from the way her body had frozen at his words.
"I promise you, you will watch them each die. Everyone you know, everyone you love. The archer. The soldier. The spy. You will watch each of them die. I promise you this, Agent Donahue. You will be spared death until they have all fallen before your very eyes."
She would not turn around. She would not look at him. She kept her face blank, her body still. She would not give him any more satisfaction than her outburst already had. She would not give him anything more than that.
"And then, only then, after you have watched them die, only after you have begged for death… only then will I grant your wish."
Loki chuckled, and Mack felt the ice in her heart go down to her stomach as she forced a coming shake from her hand. Any doubt in her mind that the man behind her was a monster completely disappeared in that instant.
"You, Agent Donahue… you will be the last to fall."
Mack walked out of the room without another word. The only reaction she gave was the death grip she had on her knife, on the knife that Clint had given her so long ago.
Author's Note: Oh, and as another note… due to the fact that there was interest in it from the polls, escape a prequel to Bohemia, titled Potential, out in the next month or so. It won't be updated regularly, due to the fact that my main focus is in fact Bohemia, but it'll fill in some of the blanks, show how Mack joined SHIELD and her misadventures.
Yes, my darlings. That means you get the full stories on Budapest, Brazil, Rome, and Australia. Which I'm sure you will all love knowing about. But again, Potential won't be out for a while. It'll be more of a side project compared to the main stories in this universe.
Thanks again as always for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed this confrontation, next time, we go back to Steve for a while, since I've been neglecting him somewhat in setting up the Avengers and everything. Please leave a review on the way out, and I'll see you all within the next week for the next update!
Oh. And also? New Winter Soldier trailer? I AM DYING OMG. Can it be April already? Because Winter Soldier is going to be beyond amazing, and honestly, I just really need it. Anyway, hope everyone enjoyed again, and trust me... when we get to Winter Soldier in this series... it'll be fun.
Chapter 37 – Last One Standing
"You're not telling me something," Steve said. He just watched her carefully, and he could tell from the lack of a spark in her eyes that it had not been good. "Kenzie…"