Violet woke to the bright sun shining through the silk curtains of her room, the light sound of tweeting birds destroying the calm silence. She groaned softly to herself, turning onto her side, and opening her eyes slowly so she didn't blind herself as she stared out the gap in the curtains. It looked like a beautiful day. She was snuggled in her bed that she didn't want to leave and the sun patch on her duvet was keeping her warm.
It was just after seven and she had work at nine. Another day shift for her. Last night she went to bed early, deciding to curl up in bed with a good book, a candle lit beside her and a warm cup of tea and before she knew it, she had drifted off within minutes, waking up earlier that night and finding the candle still flickering and the book splayed over her body. She didn't think her day was that tiring but when you work as a nurse, it catches up on you.
Violet rubbed her face, wiping the sleep away before flinging the covers off her body, the cold of her room instantly freezing her, and she shivered as she reached for her dressing gown. Faint noises clanged in the background from downstairs and low voices talking informing Violet that her parents were up. She'd forgotten about their mission until now and so she padded out her bedroom, her bare feet hitting the cold wood before descending the stairs and entering the kitchen, where the conversation turned louder.
"I would just appreciate being informed on what's going on" Steve's voice sounded.
"And you were" Natasha replied.
"Yeah, after the mission was completed, you should have been at your post" it sounded like they were arguing and Violet narrowed her eyes a little as she slowly entered the kitchen, catching the attention of both. All three were dressed in their coloured robes, Steve in a dark blue, Natasha in a rich red and Violet in cream.
"Morning honey, you want some coffee" Natasha said, giving a friendly smile as she wondered closer to the kitchen island in the middle.
"Sure, I didn't hear you come home last night" she said.
"We came in about midnight I think, like I said it was a piece of cake" Natasha smirked cockily, filling up a cup of coffee for Violet. She looked over at her dad who was resting against the counter, arms folded and a scowl on his face towards her mother. Something wasn't right.
"Everything go okay last night?" Violet asked, sipping the hot coffee, careful not to burn her tongue and lose her tastebuds for the rest of the day. There was nothing worse than burning your tongue and having to deal with the soreness all day.
"Of course… right Steve" Natasha gave him a glance and then a hard stare when he didn't answer right away.
"Everything was fine darling" he said softly, almost annoyed that he had to answer with that, and Violet wanted to ask more but thought against it. her parents would probably not tell her anything anyway and continue saying it was fine.
"How were things here" Steve asked as he finally pushed himself off the counter, opening the fridge and pulling out a carton of orange juice, pouring a glass and gulping it down. He looked tired, considering he was a super soldier. Perhaps it had something to do with the mission. Violet was becoming suspicious about it but still decided to brush it off.
"Yeah, everything was fine, I went to bed pretty early, I must have been exhausted because I was knocked out within a few minutes" she said and Steve chuckled, coming over and rubbing her shoulder lovingly.
"You're working too hard, perhaps we should speed up that vacation" he said and looked to Natasha who rolled her eyes.
"Your father wants us to go to Seattle" Natasha and Violet narrowed her eyes.
"Seriously dad, of all the places and you pick Seattle" Violet exclaimed.
"What, they have some great places there and it's only a short drive" he shrugged.
"Absolutely not, if we are going anywhere, we are defiantly leaving D.C" Natasha smiled, leaning against the kitchen island.
"I think we should go to Barbados" Violet suggested.
"Ah yes, the sun, the sand, what more could you want" her mother agreed, and Steve sighed, holding his hands up.
"Obviously I have no say in the matter".
"No, you don't" Natasha grinned, and Violet laughed softly.
"What time do you start work".
"Nine, I have a day shift today" Violet answered, finishing the rest of her coffee.
"I'll give you a ride" her mother offered.
"Mom I can drive myself you know" she was happy to be given a lift to work but she did have a car for a reason and why now suddenly offering her a lift. Did it have something to do with the mission last night?
"I know but it will save you on gas and it's on my way, go on" Natasha ushered her upstairs and Violet groaned.
"Fiiiiine" she whined and giggle as she ran up the stairs, getting ready.
Her mother's driving compared to her fathers was very different. Her father was more of a slow and steady while her mother was quick and harsh. It was funny how different they were and anyone who didn't know them properly would wondered how they were together. But she loved them nonetheless and wouldn't trade them for anything. Both were protective of Violet and would do anything for her. Her mother didn't even want her to go to college, worried if something was going to happen when they weren't there. She even taught her a few fight moves to use against anyone if she needed to and her Steve had taught her how to use a gun. She had needed to use one to this day and she wondered if she still knew how to.
But as her mother drove her to work, she couldn't help but think back to the conversation she heard earlier in the kitchen and wondered what happened last night. Her parents were like anyone other parents and had their arguments from time to time but this morning something felt off. Her father's forced answer to her question and her mother giving him that look.
"So, what's going on with you and dad?" she asked, and Natasha looked over and shrugged.
"Nothing, he's just being his overprotective self as per usual" Violet narrowed her eyes and furrowed her brows. Something defiantly was up; she could feel it.
"Somethings defiantly going on, I heard you two this morning, does it have something to do with the mission last night?' silence grew in the car before Natasha sighed softly, taking a quick glance to her daughter beside her.
"Okay, I'll tell but promise you won't talk to your dad about this" she warned, and Violet nodded. Her stomach turned tightly into a nervous ball. She prayed it wasn't anything too serious and that no one got hurt… except the bad guys.
"We don't know for sure but something's going on at S.H.I.E.L.D. I had a different assignment last night to your dad's and was told to retrieve some information and your dad wasn't told, that's why he was upset this morning".
This didn't sound good. If something bad was happening with S.H.I.E.L.D, lives could be at stake, information could be leaked that people weren't supposed to know, threats could be coming. Violet knotted her hands in her lap and her palms and fingers became sweaty.
"Is everything okay, is S.H.I.E.L.D. compromised or in danger" Violet said quickly, panic in her voice but Natasha reassured her.
"It's fine darling, no one is in danger, but we don't know until we get this information what it could be, but we are fine, if me or your dad thought we were in danger we'd tell you".
"Promise?" Violet said hard and Natasha looked at her straight on, still driving perfectly down the road.
"I promise" Violet knew her mother wasn't lying when she looked at her like that. She felt somewhat better but now she was nervous and scared. This was one of the main reasons why her parents kept the missions a secret because they didn't want to worry her. Threats were common to S.H.I.E.L.D. and her parents were involved in every mission to make sure they were eliminated. But for some reason, this one seemed to be more concerning that others. It was strange to see her parents fight about this one.
Natasha pulled up outside the hospital and took Violet's hand, something she didn't do often but it meant that her mother meant what she was about to say. It was a sign of her affection and protection to her daughter. That she was speaking the truth and wasn't lying.
"Don't worry about this, your father and I are going to make sure nothing happens to you or to anyone" she said softly, and Violet nodded swallowing the hard lump.
"I know mom" she whispered and leant over, hugging her mom tightly, her strong scent filling her nose. Natasha squeezed her tightly, giving her a kiss on the cheek and a smile.
"I love you" Natasha said.
"Love you too mom" Violet gave a kiss to her mom's cheek as well before exiting the car and giving a wave as she sped off, the car roaring with a punch. Violet took a deep sigh shaking off the nervous feeling inside her and entered the hospital, hoping to take her mind off everything with her work.
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"You can't stop yourself from lying, can you?" Steve stormed into Fury's office, fists at his side as he reached his office, eyebrows narrowed hard as he stared at the man leaning back in his office chair.
"I didn't lie, I just didn't tell you, agent Romanoff had a different mission to you" Fury said casually.
"How can I lead a mission if I don't know what's going on and the people, I'm trying to lead have missions of their own?" Steve counteracted and Fury turned to him, spinning on his chair, his eye staring hard at him.
"It's called compartmentalization, Romanoff was comfortable with her mission, and I didn't want you to do anything you weren't" Fury answered, and Steve scoffed.
"So, you use my wife against me" Fury chuckled.
"She was fine with it, and she assured me she'd handle you" he lent back in his chair and Steve rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
"From now on, I want to be informed of all missions. If you want me to lead them, then I need to know what's going on with everyone on my team, including my wife".
Fury was one to argue and get his own way but sometimes he knew when he was had and when to drop the conversation. If he wanted Captain America to trust him again, he knew he had to agree to this. Yes, he was the boss, but he didn't want this going anywhere further and so in the end he sighed and nodded.
"Fine Captain, you have your way but don't blame me if you and your wife stay up late arguing all night" he joked, and Steve couldn't help but chuckle a little. Steve anticipated there could be an argument tonight, but he was hoping not. He nodded his head before turning on his toe and leaving Fury's office, having enough of the conversation.
Fury stared out the window for a while before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a flash stick. The one that Natasha retrieved on her own mission she was assigned that night. There was information on there that Fury needed and was suspicious off. He inserted the stick into the device on his desk and it popped onto the screen.
"Open Lemurian Star's satellite launch file".
"Access denied" the voice replied as the screen showed a lock screen preventing showing the information. Fury narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"Run decryption" he ordered, and the screen showed trying to follow his ordered but was denied the same.
"Decryption failed".
"Director override, Fury, Nicholas J" he reached the screen, standing with his hands behind his back watching the screen.
"Override failed, all files sealed, access denied".
"On whose authority" he said angrily, tensing up. He was getting frustrated that he couldn't get into the files.
"Fury, Nicholas J".
Fury sighed. Something was defiantly going on. Why would he have access denied being one of the directors of S.H.I.E.L.D. instead of standing there and trying again to get into the files, he decided to head to the lift.
"World council office".
He reached Alexander Pierce's office, standing outside as he waited for him to finish his meeting with the council members. The door opened and Pierce walked out, straight away shaking Fury's hand.
"You busy in there" Fury nodded to the other side of the office and Pierce chuckled.
"When am I ever not, what can I do Nick?" he knew he was here for something otherwise he wouldn't have interrupted his meeting.
"I'm here to ask for a favour, I need Project insight to be delayed, there's something, it's probably nothing but I want to be sure it's nothing".
"That's a pretty big favour Nick, in fact it's more of a hearing".
"I know but I need to be sure" Fury was addiment that the project needed to be delayed until he could work out what was going on with the files. Pierce stared at Fury for a moment before sighing and nodding.
"Alright fine, but you need to get Iron man to stop by my niece's birthday party and I don't mean a quick fly by, I mean really stop by" he titled his head and held his hand out. Fury laughed and shook his hand.
"You got it Sir, thank you" as Pierce walk off, Fury's smile dropped, and he watched closely as he disappeared.
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The hallway was dark, and footsteps echoed as soldiers stomped down to the room at the end of the hallway, guns held tightly in their hands, covered in swat gear. They reached the room and entered in one by one, standing in front of the cryochamber in the middle of the room. The soldier's lined up, holding their guns out at ready for firing while a man came in, dressed in a long doctor's coat.
"Release him" the leader of the soldier's ordered and the doctor nodded before flicking a switch and opening the cryochamber. Smoky ice trailed out as the door opened, a loud clank echoing as it opened all the way, the smoke drifting away and revealing the tall body inside the chamber.
The men watched carefully as the body inside twitched and awoke, eyes snapping open and a deadly look pouring out to the men standing before him. Hands tighten around the guns and lock onto him.
His eyes drift downwards and see the book. The book with those dreaded words inside.
"Longing, rusted, furnace, daybreak, seventeen, benign, nine, homecoming, one, freight car" the doctor read the words in Russian and looked up at the solider. His body straightened up, standing tall and strong. The solider curled his hands into fists, his shiny metal arm glinting in the light, clanking as the metal tightened and he stepped out of the cryochamber, his feet stomping on the hard ground, deadly eyes looming over the black mask covering his mouth.
The leader of the army stepped forward, standing before the solider, his eyes locked into his.
"Winter Soldier" he said, and a moment of silence grew in the room before a voice spoke behind the mask.
"Ready to comply".
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