Chapter 5 – Fugitives equals trouble
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Waking up
30 minutes before her alarm, Cecilia prepared for school; however, today was different, something was wrong and she feared for the worst. She mentally debated with herself, in the end choosing to bring some simple defense weapons. Which consisted of an expendable bow and arrows, the bow, she hid as her neckless, a 5-bullet gun, some more cash than usual, a change of clothing, and finally, a box of tracking devices, some first-aid, antibiotics.
She kissed her father and mother and said bye to Bruce before following Happy to school.
During history, she wrote on her notebook, "Hon, search up for recent projects that have high clearance level from SHIELD please."
In her ear, "sure thing. I've drawn up 15 possible results." she wrote, "Hon filter the project with Fury" as second in command"
"One match is found. It is Project insight."
For the whole day, Ceci did not focus at all, MJ didn't mind her she shrugged and returned to her book when Peter and Ned brought up that fact, Ceci was grateful for her friend giving her privacy.
During lunch, while Peter and Ned fanboyed over Star Wars, she used her tablet and looked for project insight, to the outside, she was frantically trying to finish her homework, but she was trying to decrypt access to the file. But she promptly gave up because she remembered that by doing that at school, her whole school would be in danger. Therefore, her brilliant mind is put to work as she placed a digital tracker on the file, it is effective because it will track every single one that has a copy of the said file.
She knew that 3 of the copies were not at SHIELD. As school ended, Ceci dragged herself back to Steve's apartment, when she neared the area, police, SHIELD personals were crowded the broken glass littered the ground the windows were all gone and what was left was bullet holes. She strained to get to the site through crowded people. Once she reached them, an officer halted her from proceeding to lift the ban.
"You are not allowed here, kid," he said impatiently, shoving her back, but Ceci grabbed his arm and twisted it skillfully to his back, he screamed in shock and pain, causing all attention to look at them.
"I'm in no mood right now, so step aside." She shoved his arm higher, "or else" the threat clearly delivered. All guns were drawn on her, she glared at them ready to pounce.
"Put your weapons down." A voice she recognized as Sharon who lived opposite them said,
"she's with me." She pulled out her badge which surprised her shortly. "Agent Evans, this way please."
The guns were withdrawn and Ceci took out her badge attempting to clip it, "don't" a hand prevented her.
She then said in a louder voice," Director Fury has just been declared deceased."
In the car, silence rung.
"Where's Steve? "
"we don't know." She handed her a slip of paper:
Declared rogue, Rogers, and Romanoff.
"My aunt knew Rogers, you can talk to me."
It meant she could trust her. Grandma Carter's niece.
"I need to call my home please let me get off." as she wrote "hon alert my father of the situation. Tell him don't worry about me."
They dropped her off at a large McDonalds shop.
'Hon activate tracking devices.' She wrote after making sure no one was tailing her.
She pulled out her tablet, it showed a tracking dot of Steve Rogers and Natasha, Steve Roger's tracker was moving in the direction of Natasha's. Their destination was the hospital 2 blocks next to her location. She pulled out her disguise face net and pulled her gun placing it in the attachment slot between her bag and her back. She made her way towards the hospital.
In the hospital, she could hear faint argument from the floors above, she hid to one side and concentrated on what they were saying.
An angry hushed tone that showed authority, "where is it?"
"Safe," Nat replied unphased.
"Do better!" Steve yelled more demandingly.
"Where did you get it?" Natasha asked.
Ceci was sure that they were looking for something now.
"Why would I tell you." Steve scoffed.
"Fury gave it to you. Why?" She said with conviction.
"What's in it?" He didn't answer the question.
"I don't know." Said Nat sounding truthful.
"Stop lying!" Steve raised his voice.
"I only act like I know everything, Rogers." She retorted irritably.
"I bet you knew Fury hires the pirates, didn't you?" Steve accuses.
"Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you." Nat deduced matter-of-factly.
"I'm not gonna ask you again." He said in a finalizing, warning matter.
Suddenly Nat blurted out, "I know who killed Fury. Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists, the ones who do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years."
"So, he's a ghost story."
"Five years ago, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer, so he shot him straight through me. Soviet slug, no rifling. Bye-bye bikinis."
"Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now. "
"Going after him is a dead end. I know, I've tried," she sighed, "As you said, he's a ghost story."
"Well, let's find out what the ghost wants."
Deciding not to hijack their mission, Cecilia followed the fugitives all the way to the mall. Frankly, they were very exposed.
Decrypting top-secret codes in a Mac store? That's outrageous. When they figured out the location, 8 agents were at the scene and surrounded them. Cecilia followed them and watched the awkward couple moment between them. Steve laughed stupidly and awkwardly at something Nat said. Plus, kissing to avoid Rumlow. He looked to be in a daze. Nat broke her best friend.
"Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?" Nat asked with mock interest.
"Nazi Germany." He replied. Ceci couldn't help but stifle a snicker.
"Mm."
"And we're borrowing. Take your feet off the dash." In a reprimanding order.
Ceci could hold her laughter in any longer.
"You're such a grandpa Stevey."
Natasha was so startled, she jumped and said, "holy shit!" And pulled out her gun.
Steve turned his neck and the car swerved to one side. The tires screeched before taking back control of the car.
"Ceci?" Asked Steve.
"Yep！" she answered popping the p sound.
"Holy shit! What the hell are you doing here? Stark is going to kill me. Shi!" Natasha was cut off as Steve chided, "language!"
"It's fine, I was just going to your apartment after school, prior to that uncle Fury gave me hints that there was something bad that was going to happen, I sorta hacked the files, placed trackers on all files and voila, here I am."
"Wait, how did you track us?" Natasha asked.
"I am a tracker specialist!" She said proudly, slightly wounded that she didn't know.
"I invented special trackers for my family made out of vibranium, it is undetectable, it's what vibranium left from my grandfather's collection. I integrated them into your suits and gadgets, they act like nanotech, they are not properly combined before I activate them." She said as if it were adding butter to fried bacon.
"Impressive, but it's too dangerous for you to follow us. What would your father say?" That was Steve.
"I am also a trained agent; I can hold my own," Ceci answered defiantly.
"If you want to evade your enemy, you must either be super stealthy, or knock them out, or even kill them." Said an agent Coulson.
Ceci leaked around in the dimmed training facility trying to get past Coulson and his team to her "target" and get to the exit.
"You must be very calm during these situations because it determines the fate of your hostage and yourself."
Ceci rolled out her hiding place to hid behind a cabinet closer to the sound of Coulson's voice.
"Any sound you make will give away your position."
Ceci held her breath before striking an agent that turned around her corner. She put her hand over his mouth struck him behind the neck and pulled him back with her.
'One down 5 to go.' She thought.
"While taking out the captors might be a good option; however, if there were too many of them or the captive's life was not worth their lost, how should you save your hostage?"
Ceci started to summon her powers, turning the ground to quicksand, "without using your powers?" Said Coulson.
Ceci mentally grumbled. She surveyed her surroundings, her brain spinning a mile per second when it clicked. She lifted the agent's helmet, angled it so that it would rebound against another good hiding spot far away from her and hit the agents. She used her super strength and extremely good eyesight to launch it. It ricocheted off the wall changing its course, knocked out one of the 5th agent with a heavy thump against his own helmet, rebounding to hit the 4th agent across the face and finally rolling to a stop at the feet of the 3rd agent. He yelled, "Over there sir!" He points to the place where the helmet ricocheted off. They all went to hat direction, whereas Ceci quickly maneuvered across the room and got to her hostage, untied her and picked her towards the exit. Where Coulson and his agents were a long distance away from them. When she crossed the threshold, she pulled a face at Coulson which left him smiling semi-proudly from her work.
Coulson came in front of her, "Cecilia Evans Stark, you have officially been promoted to SHIELD's alpha team agent by passing the test with the least recorded time in our history," he clapped her shoulders and smiled, "congratulations."
"I have been trained very well, and I quote from Coulson, 'the least recorded time' which means you and Natasha too" she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
"Okay fine, but you have to do whatever I say and stick close to us. Promise." Steve said gazing seriously through the rear mirror.
"Okay Granddaddy."
After a brief pleasant silence, Natasha started throwing questions at Steve causing him to fidget.
"Alright, I have a question for you, oh, which you do not have to answer. I feel like if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know?"
"What?" Steve stared incredulously at the road in front of him frowning.
"Was that your first kiss since 1945?" Natasha didn't even miss a beat.
"That bad, huh?" Steve said deflated.
"I didn't say that." Nat rebutted.
"Well, it's kind of sounds like that's what you're saying," Steve said knowingly.
"No, I didn't. I just wondered how much practice you've had." Nat said hiding the slowly rising edges of her lips.
"You don't need practice." He argued.
"Everybody needs practice." She retaliated.
Steve sighed audibly, "It was not my first kiss since 1945. I'm ninety-five, I'm not dead."
Nat looked at him relaying the message, "seriously dude?" sarcastically, "I didn't know that."
"I don't want to know about kissing please people? I'm still a kid here," Ceci interrupted, "But congratulations Stevey, you got a kiss from the infamous Widow."
This made the Black Widow smile wholeheartedly, turning around and ruffling her air, then making a kissing sound in the direction of Steve.
"Nobody special, though?" after she settled from teasing Steve.
Steve chuckled, "Believe it or not, it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience."
"Well, that's alright, you just make something up," Nat said nonchalantly.
"What, like you?" Steve pointed out.
"I don't know. The truth is a matter of circumstances, it's not all things to all people all the time." She said wisely, "And neither am I."
Ceci though that Nat aged 20 years from her response.
"That's a tough way to live," Steve commented honestly.
"It's a good way not to die, though." She answered cheerily, trying to lift the sunken mood.
"You know, it's kind of hard to trust someone when you don't know who that someone really is," Steve said meaningfully.
"Yeah. Who do you want me to be?" she said raising an eyebrow.
"How about a friend?" Natasha laughs softly, "Well, there's a chance you might be in the wrong business, Rogers."
You're left with a teenager playing with an air pressure table