One and a half years later:
"Hah! Hi-yah!" I scream, attempting to roundhouse kick Rogers, only for him to grab my ankle, leaving me hopping up and down, and feeling completely imbalanced.
I quickly use this as leverage, bringing up my other leg and hitting him in the neck, watching as he dropped to the ground.
"Marie, you have to stop holding back your kicks, jabs, and punches. You wouldn't be holding back if I was the enemy." He says quickly getting to his feet.
"I can't do that," I mutter, staring down at my feet.
I can feel as he walks closer to me, pulling up my chin before he spoke.
"Look, when we're out there defending everyone, we can't let relationships affect our performances. You can get seriously hurt if you start worrying about one of us getting hurt." He says, looking into my eyes.
I sigh as the memories of the past two years cloud my mind.
As soon as we find a safe place to land all the survivors are taken to the hospital to get checked out.
Pietro is quickly taken into the O.R, where his shoulder is repaired and the wound to his side is repaired. Wanda is quietly sniffling in the corner of the room, with Vision trying to comfort her.
Stark and I quickly attempt to hack into quinjet's system only to be told it's out of range.
Where could Banner be now?
Thus began the long search for Banner. Thor offers to help only to be called back to his home planet due to a problem.
It'll be a while before we see him again, thus increasing the feelings of anxiety and doom in the pit of my stomach.
It is only a month after that we end up facing Victoria and her newborn army. They are quickly dealt with and we quickly get rid of the evidence by burning the pieces.
Now, a year and a half later, we've exhausted all possibilities to look for Banner, coming up empty each time.
"Marie?"
I blink back onto the present, only to see Rogers still here, still towering over me.
"What?" I ask sidestepping him to get to my water.
"Nothing." He sighs, shaking his head.
I get as far as two steps away when I feel him behind me.
"Don't do that." He whispers.
"Don't do what, Steve?" I ask, before taking a sip of water.
"Push me away just because you're scared I'll hurt you as he did." He says, grabbing my arm lightly.
"That's not why I am pushing you away. Don't assume you know everything and the reason I do it.." I say, stepping back away from him.
"Then what is it? I feel like this past year we've gotten close but as soon we get past being friends you push me away. So, what is it? Is it me? What am I doing wrong?" He asks, exasperated.
I can feel my eyes tear up as I look up into his mesmerizing deep blue eyes.
"Is not you, Steve. I-I have my reasons." I say, tearfully.
"What is it then?" He presses.
"Look, I just don't want to be hurt. I don't want to have feelings for you and one day lose you. I'm scared. What we do is dangerous, Steve." I explain.
He nods in understanding, pulling me into a hug before we head inside to shower and change.
Fifteen minutes later, we all head into the conference room. Planning and debating how to help with everything that's happening in the United Nations.
Where we receive a phone call that causes all hell to break loose.
It is unexpected and takes us all by surprise when we're introduced to the Slovakian Agreement. Stating that we as the avengers will agree to act only with the consent of the UN.
This caused a great divide within the team. Tony agreed ultimately that we should need approval before heading straight into certain situations while Steve disagreed wholeheartedly.
In the end, I wasn't sure who I agreed with. I did know this Wanda and Pietro shouldn't be held accountable for their past mislead actions.
"Eyas…" my brother said. "Think about this. They're going to be following our every move as if we're prisoners. Do you really want that?" He asked me.
"No, I don't. But what about the team's past actions? We need to show everyone that we aren't reckless, lawless vigilantes as they put it." I argue.
"You are right, but that's not the right way to go about it." He says hugging me.
"What about Nat? What does she have to say about this?" I ask as we head down the stairs.
"She agrees with Tony." He mutters, exasperated.
"How is she feeling? What with both of you having to leave Charlie with Pepper?" I ask as we descend to the ground floor.
"She's fine. Just a bit overprotective and overbearing." He pipes, shaking his head.
We're almost to the door when I run into Clint's back. I slowly lean to one side to check what's stopped him, only to wish I hadn't. Standing there against the wall is Steve Grant Rogers with a blonde sucking his face off.
"So, you're different huh?" I ask pushing past him and out the door.
Once outside I quickly close my eyes willing myself to be somewhere else. When I opened my eyes again, I am back at my brother's farm.
The ringing of my cell phone quickly snapped me out of my entranced state.
"Eya, where the hell are you?!" He screams into the phone.
"Home." I reply as I sit down on the porch swing. "I need to be alone for a few hours."
"Alright. Call Nat or me when you're ready to come back." He says.
I agree before hanging up, and turning my phone off altogether.
Since something told me my brother was about to get some shocking news.
Clint's POV:
What the hell happened?
One minute we're arguing and the next my little sister is storming out of the building after witnessing Rogers get his face sucked off. Realizing a few possibilities may be at play.
That or my sister was just hurt. Deciding this was a great possibility. So, I quickly concluded there was only one way to find out.
"Alright, Rogers, what's going on between you and my baby sister?" I ask, pushing him back into the wall.
"Barton, this is all a misunderstanding. Where is she? I need to speak to her." He asks, shoving me away.
"I haven't got a clue." I reply, attempting to call her again.
I did manage to get ahold of her, though she was brief.
"Where?" He asks, anxiously.
I roll my eyes at him, "I haven't got the slightest clue, she won't answer her cell phone anymore. She only said she was at home when I did manage to get in contact with her." I say.
"Has everyone been contact? She is missing, we have to find her." He says tensely.
"That won't be necessary, boys." Nat says walking closer to us.
"Why? Where is she?" I ask, raising my brow at her.
"Home." She says simply.
Home? Oh, the farm. Wait, how did she get over there so fast?
"She's been hiding her talents from us." She states happily.
I smile at her quick thinking. God, I love this woman.
"Now, what exactly did you do to my sister that made her need to run away so quickly?" Nat asked, stiffly.
"She saw Sharon Carter kiss me earlier." He confessed.
"You two did look rather cozy earlier." Tony piped as he walked over to us.
I raised my eyebrow at them, feeling completely befuddled.
"Clint, you still don't understand what's happening do you?" Nat asks amused now.
"Know what?" I ask confused.
"Rogers and Bitsy have been dating for the last nine months." Tony reveals. "There like a bandaid." He snips, crossing his arms over his chest, before turning to Rogers.
"I warned you.." He seethed.
"Stark, this doesn't involve you." Rogers gritted back.
"The hell it doesn't! Do you know how much progress this going to digress? Have you any idea what this is going to do to her? You just fucked everything up!" He yelled.
"It was a misunderstanding!" Rogers yelled in response.
The ringing in Tony's phone rang loudly interrupting the tense moment.
"Hello? Yeah. Got it. I'm on my way." He says.
"Tony, what happened?" Nat asks him, worriedly.
"I'll be back later," he answers, before walking into the building, taking off moments after.
"Any guesses as to who it was?" I ask looking at Rogers and Nat.
I watch as she give me a secretive smile before she nods and walks back into the building wordlessly.