A/N: Hey Guys! Chapter Two is here, I won't post another chapter until I have the next one ready. So I just finished chapter three in that case haha. No reviews, or follows yet, but there has been some traffic in the two weeks that this story has been floating around. I at first had this under Assassin's Creed, then Captain America. But, There are more stories on the Avengers slot, so I assume more readers in the water. Hopefully We'll get some feedback? Please let me know if Elanna is becoming a mary sue, I really don't want her to be that. Enjoy!
~MP~
Chapter Two
I sighed heavily as I stood by the coffee maker, the sound of phones ringing in the waiting area reaching my ears while I watched the steady stream of coffee make it's way into the pot. Just a couple more minutes to go before I could leave my day job for the job that I truly care for. Shaking my head while containing my frustration, I picked the pot up and began to pour the dark liquid into the white coffee cup, the creamer and sugar I had placed previously into the mug swirling as it mixed.
Setting the pot back on the warmer, I grabbed a spoon and stirred the mixture. Contemplating if the man that had told me to make him coffee was truly innocent so I could kill him. A skilled assassin, trained in the arts of killing and protecting those who are in need, and I am reduced down to a secretary who's job is to make coffee and file papers on clients. Tapping the spoon on the rim, I then threw the silverware onto the counter top and walked down the hall to an office, where I could hear a man's tenor voice reverberating through the closed door.
Opening the door I made eye contact with the beady eyed lawyer, his receding hairline giving away to the shine upon his head and bushy eye brows.
"Yes, I know darling, I know. But I can't come home till Six tonight. There is just to much to do, I was loaded with two more clients... I know... I know, I'm sorry I wish I could be there... I-I love you to... I've got to go now Diane. Talk to you later... Bye."
He sighed in frustration as I set his coffee on his desk, out of his reach so that there wouldn't be a possibility of him knocking it over his 'important' papers.
"Ms. Fennigan, would you be ever so kind as to call Mrs. Druman. Let her know that I would like to see her around five for a meeting about her case."
I nodded, biting back a scoff at the man's attempt to be sneaky about his infidelity towards his wife.
"Of course, Will there be anything else sir?"
He shook his head and scribbled on the paper, his forehead breaking out in sweat.
"No, once you've done that you and Ms. Rubin can head on home."
Nodding my head almost too eagerly, I turned on my heel and made to leave the room as quickly as possible before I suddenly stopped and turned back to face the man.
"I just wanted to inform you that there was a emergency in my family that came up suddenly and that I would be leaving the city for a day or so. I just wanted to let you know so you wouldn't think I was abandoning my job."
He nodded, not even looking up from his desk to truly acknowledge me. Rolling my eyes, I turned and left the office, turning off the lights and coffee maker before walking up to my desk and grabbing my purse. I grabbed the phone and began to spin the dial to call the client in regards to her case, after leaving a message with whoever answered the phone I placed it firmly back onto it's cradle and turned away from my desk. The woman sitting at the other desk beside mine glanced up from her wives magazine and smiled in excitement when she saw that I had my purse in hand.
"I assume that the boss is having another meeting with one of his clients, and that we're free to go home."
"You assume correctly Janice. Though, I will be leaving the city for a couple of days, so it's your turn to clean up the mess that could be waiting for you when you come in."
I turned off my desk's lamp before making my way for the door, my co-worker whining, as I let the door swing shut behind me. I stood on the side walk for a couple of moments, the noise of the city washing over me as men and women made their way. Smiling slightly, I tightened the grip I had on my bag and began walking down the street, Janice shuffling to catch up with my quick pace.
"I don't want to seem rude, or pushy, but why do you wear gloves all the time Ms. Fennigan?"
I sighed internally, praying to the lord above that I don't lose control of myself and murder an innocent one of these day's. Why is it, that everyone must insist on attempting to make conversation with me?
"Since you want to know so badly, I received severe burns on them when I was younger. I'd rather not have people gawk at them."
I quickened my pace, in hopes that it would give her the hint that I wanted to walk home... alone... and in silence.
"Oh, okay then. I'm going to catch a cab to go home, I hope you have a safe trip Ms. Fennigan!"
Looking over my shoulder, I gave her a small smile in return before looking straight ahead and rolling my eyes. I have never been able to get along with my fellow females, at least the one's not in the brotherhood, but they were my sisters in arms. We fought to protect the balance of the world, and we did so in silence. There was no need for petty gossip about someones new hair, or shoes. If there was any talk against our fellow sisters, it was in jealousy over a high paying job, or a fancy new weapon one of us was learning to use. Granted, we were women, and we did have conversations in regards to any particularly striking gentleman or fellow assassin brothers. But we did not feel any need to spread poison against one another, to ensure that they felt bad about themselves.
We are few and far between, us assassins, thus to have any of us be moved towards danger with the worry that we could not trust who has our back... is a sure fire way for us to be killed. Trust is key, without it, where would the world be.
I walked for a good thirty- fourty minutes, ignoring any attempt of men trying to convince me to go dancing, or see a film. I simply walked, allowing myself to be lost in that one action, moving my legs to ensure that my heel's would not scuff. Making sure my shoulders were pulled back, and that my head was held high. I intended to glide my way down the sidewalk. Granted, being so withdrawn within oneself can be dangerous, especially if one was to walk into oncoming traffic only to be tackled to the sidewalk.
I landed on my side with a thud, my head hitting the concrete slightly causing my vision to go blurry. Sitting up, I shook my head, looking around using my heightened senses I saw only civilians then a blue aura hanging over me. I looked to my right to see the man from earlier that morning, his blonde hair hanging in front of his eyes as he looked at me with concern. Relaxing I sat up straighter and gathered my bag and it's contents, before turning back to the man and giving him a kind smile.
"Thank you for knocking me out of the street. I would have been flattened if it wasn't for you."
Blinking slowly, almost as if he was trying to process the fact that I was thanking him rather than yelling at him for tearing a hole in my stockings. I smiled wider before standing, causing him- Steve if I remember right- to rush into a standing posistion to try and help me up. Laughing lightly I took his proferred hand as I settled on my feet.
"Y-You weren't paying attention, I thought you were going to stop, but when I saw your foot leave the sidewalk I had to stop you."
Smiling at him I nodded, looking down at my shoes in slight embaressment.
"Of course, I really don't know why I wasn't paying attention. I guess I was just so focussed on getting home and my head was stuck in the clouds. Thank you, Steve."
I watched in slight amusement as his face and ears turned red, he seemed to notice as well as he glanced down at his shoes a smile fighting to take over his features.
"You remembered my name?"
I nodded before shouldering my bag again and running my gloved hands over my hair to ensure non of the bobby pin's were falling out.
"I never forget names.. If I do forget, I'm either about to die or the person isn't my most favorite in the world."
He nodded as he shoved his hands into his pockets before removing them and rubbing his face.
"I'm so sorry, I ruined your stockings and skirt."
Glancing down I took note of the holes in my stockings that I knew were there, along with my damaged skirt.
" It's okay, it's nothing that can't be sewed. And if I can't fix it then I'll turn it into a pillow."
He looked up and into my eyes, staring for a good few moments he blinked suddenly before looking down and to his right. He was uncomfortable talking to me... I smiled before grabbing his left arm, placing my hands on the crook of his elbow and dragging him to the crosswalk.
"If you would be ever so kind, Mr. Rogers. Would you mind escorting me to my home? I might get run over if someone doesn't keep watch over me."
I bit the inside of my cheek to hide the smirk that was fighting to the surface as he blushed and began to stammer slightly. I began walking across the street as traffic came to a halt, allowing us to pass without a single horn blaring. I could feel him trembling underneath my hands, I could understand if he wasn't comfortable. A random stranger that he knocked onto the sidewalk, who acted overly calm compared to how others would react, practically forcing him to walk with them. I sighed lightly before releasing his arm and continuing to walk by his side.
Glancing at the corner of my eye I watched as he relaxed slightly, though his face was still flushed and I could tell he was trying to fight a habit of wiping his hands onto his slacks. Inhaling deeply, I closed my eyes before releasing the breath then looked down at the side walk as we came to a stop at another intersection.
"I'm sorry. I kinda just forced you to walk me home, without asking you if you wanted to. That was incredibly rude of me... as was the advice that I gave you this morning... In fact everything I've said to you was rather rude. I apologize for all of it."
I noticed him stop walking, assuming that he was turning around to walk away from me. I walked forward a little more before turning to look at him, only to see him standing with his hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks.
"Steven?"
He Looked up at me for a moment before looking back down at his scuffed up brown shoes. I took that moment to truly study his appearance.
This morning he was with his friend, who was taller than him by nearly a foot. His friends shoulders were broad and his facial structure strong, a true stereotype of the average American man. He had a certain attitude about him, showing just how confident he was with himself. Steve, however, was the complete opposite.
Standing just an inch above my own 5' 3", Steve was very thin. His face was sunken in, if you held him up to the sunlight you could almost see through his skin due to how pale he was. He was basically a walking skeleton. His blonde hair clung to his head, though he tried to have it combed back his bangs kept falling in front of his forehead.
Though with all of that going on with Steve leading me to believe that this man standing before me is very sickly, when I look into his eyes... it was like looking into the Caribbean waters. Not the crystal blue waters most would think of, the waters that show you're leaving the sandy shores and about to cross into open sea. Where the dark blue mixes with the light of the sun and the sand to make a dark greenish/blue color. They were the eyes that told me, this man out of every other man in the world, could be trusted.
I cleared my throat when I realized that he was staring at me, a look of confusion falling onto his face as the setting sun shined down onto the city. I looked down at my feet as I felt my face begin to flush when he began to speak.
"Next to my Ma and Bucky, no one has really shown this much interest in me. Besides the guys who beat me up for standing up to them. A-and, you were right this morning... a-about the whole feeling like being left behind. I do feel like that... Bucky is my friend and he has always been the one dames -Women- go to, and I'm well... this."
He gestured to his body and I sighed slightly before taking a couple of silent steps towards him as he continued to speak.
"You weren't being rude, I was for not responding to you. I'm the one who should be apologizing."
I grabbed his hand with my own gloved one and smiled kindly up at him before squeezing it slightly in a sign of comfort. I released his hand and looked down at the toes of my dark blue shoes before looking back up into his eyes.
"I'll forgive you if you forgive me. I may have just met you Steve, But I believe that you and I will become great friends."
He began to reply when a shout came from behind him. Glancing up and over his shoulder I noticed his friend, Bucky I think he said his name was, lifting a hand and waving it to gain his attention. I smiled and began to walk backwards silently as Steve turned completely from me and towards his friend. Watching as he was approached I finally stepped into the shadows to begin my journey to my home.
"May our paths cross once more Steven Rogers."
Steve smiled broadly as Bucky ran up to him, a relaxed look settling upon his features as he stopped infront of him and shoved his hands into his pockets.
"So, how was the date?"
He grinned broadly, a mischievous glint crossing his eyes, before shrugging his shoulders.
"I'll tell you all about it later, when I'm telling you about her friend."
Steve rolled his eyes and turned to look at Elanna, only to notice that she had disappeared. Heart freezing, Steve spun around, eyes darting everywhere as he searched for her in the shadows and the light. She was no where to be found.
"Steve! "
Spinning to face Bucky, Steve tried to calm his racing heart. She most likely went ahead on home, he reasoned with himself, But what if someone grabbed her! Surely Bucky would've seen that happen though.
"What's wrong with you? You look as if you've seen a ghost."
"Did you remember seeing where the woman I was with went?"
Bucky stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly as he shook his head.
"No, the last woman I saw you with for longer than a second as you passed her was your Ma."
Steve looked down sadly... Did I make her up? Looking down at his pant legs only to see the scuff marks from when he tackled her out of oncoming traffic.
No, she was as real as the sun.
I stood in front of the door to my apartment, digging through my bag for my house keys when I heard a whistle. Glancing up and heightening my senses, I looked around my surroundings. Not seeing anything I relaxed slightly when suddenly someone landed beside me on the pavement. Not even thinking, I dropped my bag and grabbed their raised arm around the wrist, stopping it from moving any closer to my body. I threw my left knee up and into their stomach before sweeping them off their feet with my right. Loosening my hidden blade as their back slammed onto the concrete, I moved to plunge it into their neck before laughter reached my ears.
"Good to know you still have your wit's about you after staring admiringly at the boy."
Glaring down at the figure below me I straightened my posture as he stood, brushing himself off before smiling down at me.
"Tomas, I swear. You are trying to get yourself killed, aren't you?"
He nodded his head before smiling slightly wider.
"That, and making sure you don't lose your skills when meeting guys."
I shook my head before reaching down and grabbing my purse and house keys, then walking up the steps and to the door.
"Just because I meet a guy that I actually give the time to talk to that ISN'T you, doesn't mean anything Tommy."
"Of course it doesn't, El's. But one can never be to careful in our line of work."
Rolling my eyes, I opened the door to my home and spun around, blocking him from following me in by shoving the door in his face.
"Alright, I'll see you at 03:00AM Elanna! Happy birthday!
A/N: I Know, not as long as the last chapter. But, it's just filler to build up for the next chapter. Which, may or may not be a complete wreck. One can only hope. Please let me know what you think! I'm trying to stay true to the time period and the Assassin's. Let me know how I do!
~MP~