So this story has been in a my head for less than a day but I NEED to write it. First off, Winter Soldier is my fave CA movie. Secondly, I need to give my boy Rogers an interesting story arc for once. He deserves some character redemption, which is why I've opted to regress back to the Winter Soldier days after watching Endgame. LOL
This story is gonna be a cross-over of sorts (in that I mean certain elements of other shows or video games will exist in this universe). I won't name the video game yet cause I don't want to give away the device for this chapter.
Happy reading!
"Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?"
In retrospect, Steve figured it was risky to call that out. Can't blame a guy for style though.
He tried to recall the fight in full clarity but it was hard to move past the flurry of limbs (and pain) that followed the brief silence of his enemies. Not to mention the overwhelming shock of betrayal from those who were supposed to be his allies. All in all, the more he thought back on the fight, the more often Steve came to the same conclusion. It sucked.
And that he's never getting into an elevator again. At least, not if there's people in it.
Settling down in his apartment, Steve can't help but wonder why he gets tangled in every weird, twisted, "out-of-left-field" conspiracy type showdown. Can't a guy get a day off?
Running a hand through his hair, Steve resolves that the conspiracy theories can wait till morning, for now he's exhausted and enhanced healing or not, the soreness isn't going away anytime soon. But the captain's classic form of luck has only begun, for just as Steve moves towards his bedroom, something clatters on the floor. He stills in the quiet of his apartment, turning his head slightly towards the sound of the object.
Is it a bomb? It's not beeping. Is someone here?
After a few seconds of silence, Steve turns towards the front door and spots a metallic...puck? It's small, about the size and shape of a guitar pick, but made of metal instead. There's a small LED strip running through the middle, but there's no light. Steve stares for a while, unsure of whether he should pick it up. He shuffles towards the door, aligning his body sideways and against it, in case there are intruders on the other side but his enhanced hearing only picks up on silence. No heartbeats. No breathing. No whispered voices. No one.
He stays that way for a while (call it paranoia but can you blame him?) before reaching down to grasp the metal object. It fits comfortably between his fingers and feels as though it weighs nothing. There are no buttons on it, so Steve is unsure as to whether or not it turns on (he's generally still unfamiliar with technology these days, let alone any piece of potential alien technology shoved under the door). He twirls it between his fingers, hoping for any sign of...anything. But it remains silent.
Steve figures he's got a bigger problem though.
"Who left this here?"
"I mean I didn't leave it so much as deliberately throw it at you".
Steve wasn't really expecting an answer, considering he lives alone, and nearly jumped out his skin when the mysterious voice rang out. He grabbed the closest object (a coat rack) and spun around defensively to engage in battle, again, when he was met with the sight of a tall, slender woman, dressed in black, lounging on his couch.
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I wonder if anyone recognized the device I described. Hint: if you play video games, you might have seen this in one.
Also, any guesses as to who this person is?! I'll spoil it, she's an OC so you obviously can't guess accurately but throw out your wild conspiracies and see how close you get.