Chapter 2: Capsicle Melts and Chaos Ensues
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Marvel. Only thing I have any rights over is my OC. I'm far too broke to afford Chris Evans apparently. How very disappointing.
Secondary Warning: I found issues with chapter one and have attempted to fix them. I also got a beta reader to help out. Ideas are flying everywhere and I honestly no longer even want to think about school. I'm trying to update weekly, but I still have two and a half weeks of school and a zillion finals in both test and project form. If I make it through all that I plan/want this series to span Avengers, Captain America: Winter Soldier, Age of Ultron, and Captain America: Civil War. It's ambitious, I know. As before all criticisms and praise are welcome!
After my brief moment of fangirling because I get to meet Captain Freaking America, I force myself to calm down. It's surprisingly easy to act like a normal person. With enough practice, anyway. Okay that's a lie, but hey I try. I also rhyme. Apparently. Anywho, I have no time to change so I guess they're going to have to deal with me in black jeans and a plain grey t-shirt. I love showing up like a regular human, anyway. It pisses Fury off and damn if I don't love doing that. Is it dangerous for my health? Very. Do I particularly care? Not really. Clint told me there's a pool on how long it is 'til Nick shoots me.
I pull on a pair of black converse, grab my keys, and make a mad dash to the garage. I'm debating between my motorcycle and car when Phil texts me, "See you in 6 minutes"
Dammit, Phil. He always does this. It's like he knows and it's uncanny.
Guess I'm taking the bike. I hop on and am out of the garage a lot faster than is even kind of safe. Traffic has lost all meaning to me in this moment. I just weave in between the cars and ignore the angry horn blasts aimed at my back. I even jumped a curb at one point. No worries, though, I didn't hit anyone. I pull up to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s New York HQ with a minute to spare.
I run inside, flash my badge, and head to the room I'm pointed towards. I walk in and find an observation room. There are multiple screens connected to the cameras in Steve's room. In front of them stands Director Nick Fury and Agent Phil Coulson.
"Hey Phil! And look, it's my favorite vague overseer, McFury," I greet as I walk up. If looks could kill I'd be a smoldering heap of ashes. I just smile up at him. I ignore his one eyed glare in favor of examining the fake hospital they set up for Captain Rogers with him still passed out in it. Those old pictures didn't lie, he is one hell of a studmuffin. I've never really been one for the blond hair, blue eyed, All American golden boy look before but he really makes it work.
"So am I! Look at that fine specimen," I exclaim while gesturing to the sleeping national hero. Fury gives me another withering look, but Phil sends me the barest twinge of a smile. Phil is definitely my favorite.
"Anyway," I continue while still staring at the monitor screens, "Do you really expect this to work?"
"What do you mean," questions Fury.
"I mean, do you really think that poor excuse for a 1940s hospital room and that so-called nurse are going to fool the one and only Steve Rogers?"
"What's wrong with them?" Fury inquires while crossing his arms over his chest.
"Where to start?! The room is passable, I suppose. It's really the nurse that's all wrong. No self respecting woman would leave her house looking like that back then. Her hair's a mess, that is a man's tie, and even her bra is wrong for the era. I'm assuming you did all that on purpose, or at least I hope so, because I'm pretty sure you aren't stupid…. My question is, what's the point of even making the room if it's going to be inaccurate? Is this some kind of test?"
"And if it is?" chimes in Coulson.
"Then you guys are messed up! You can't do that to the poor guy! Basically everyone he knew is dead and you're going to test him on the finer points of women's apparel? What possible purpose is there to testing him?"
"Agent Greene, have you read his file?" deflects Fury.
"Who hasn't?"
"Then you know that file is too good. It's too clean."
"You said the same thing about my old file."
"Exactly. If you recall, you had to earn my trust through your actions, not what your file said."
"Trust?! You don't trust anyone!" I interrupt.
"I no longer distrust you entirely," Fury concedes.
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"This test is strictly to determine what the real Captain Rogers is like."
"And that couldn't be accomplished with, I don't know, conversation?"
"People lie," Fury says finally as he turns back to the monitors.
Somewhere in the midst of this conversation Coulson left. He better hurry up if he doesn't want to miss Steve, I think as a low alarm starts going off warning us that the man himself is regaining consciousness. I step up beside Fury as Captain Rogers sits up. We watch as he examines the room and the "nurse" walks in.
"This isn't going to fool him," I mutter as the scene unfolds.
"Good morning," says the "nurse", "Or should I say afternoon."
"Where am I?" asks Steve.
"You're in a recovery room in New York City," she supplies.
"He isn't buying it," I comment.
"Where am I really?" Steve reiterates.
"Told ya," I grumble while crossing my arms.
"I'm afraid I don't understand," replies the "nurse".
"Of course you don't, sweetie," I grin.
"The game. It's from May, 1941. I know because I was there," announces Captain Rogers.
"Way to be subtle, Fury," I interject.
"Now I'm going to ask you again, where am I," demands Rogers in a vaguely threatening manner. The woman presses her panic button summing two goons to come in and back her up.
"He can totally take them," I scoff.
"Captain Rogers," she starts in an attempt to defuse the situation.
"Who are you?" Roger's shouts.
The goons make their entrance causing Rogers to tense. They get thrown through the fake wall in mere seconds. I laugh even as the Captain makes a break for it and the "nurse" is signalling out a Code 13. I nearly double over I'm laughing so hard. Damn, that was awesome! I so called it. When I straighten Fury is gone and I hear over the intercom that Steve has left the building. Dammit! I take off running full speed after them. I get a glimpse of the Captain as he turns a corner with lots of cars on his trail.
I sprint after him and into Times Square. As he stops to stare at the billboards the cars surround him. Agents get out to hold back the crowd and Fury exits one
"At ease, soldier," he says by way of greeting and approaches Rogers. I step up so I'm about ten or so feet away so I can hear everything, but stay out of the way.
"Look I'm sorry about that little show back there," Fury continues, "But we thought it best to break it to you slowly." It takes my maximum willpower to keep from snorting at that blatant lie.
"Break what," inquires Steve.
"You've been asleep, Cap. For almost seventy years," Fury informs him.
Steve's reaction is subdued, but still very shocked.
"You gonna be okay," asks Fury.
"Yeah," answers Steve, "Yeah, I just… I had a date."
I can actually feel my heart break for him when I see the sad look on his face.
"I'm so sorry, Captain Rogers." I speak and take a couple steps forward before I can help myself. He quickly glances at me and seems like he's about to say something before Fury starts talking again.
"I guess we should introduce ourselves," Fury points out before Rogers can respond to my outburst.
"I'm Nick Fury, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and this is Agent Evangeline Greene," Fury offers with a hand out to shake. Rogers shakes his hand readily before turning to me. I smile at him and also shake his hand.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Cap't. Call me Eve."
Steve nods his head solemnly.
"Nice to meet you, Ms. Greene. I'm Steve Rogers."
