"Ok... Ok..." Director Fury said, pacing back and forth in front of the window as he watched the agents scramble below them in the control room to try and get everything back online. "We just need to regroup and then we can go after Loki, now we know that he is reaching his finale stage he'll be eas-"
"Regroup? WE DON'T HAVE A GROUP!" Tony yelled, slamming his hands on the table as he stood up and glared at the director. "Bruce was right! We were nothing but a time bomb and we exploded, look at us! A soldier who is still trying to come to terms with the era he is in, two assassins, one who has only just come from the service of the man we are hunting, a woman who can contact said man via her psyche but is to busy grieving over the death of her uncle and worried about the man she loves and then you have me! Who you've already said doesn't play well and the only reason I'm here is because of the suit. Jesus, Nick, we're not a team, this was just a dream, and Loki proved that!"
"Callie will not let her emotions get in the way of her work, perhaps you sho-"
"SHE'S NOT A ROBOT! NONE OF US ARE ROBOTS!" Before anyone could try and calm him down Tony had thrown his chair to the side and stormed out of the room, leaving Steve and Callie alone with the director.
"I'm not contacting him, father." Callie said as she stood up and pushed her chair back in to its place, resting her hands on the back of it she looked at him. "The only reason I've agreed is because he has Felicity and Hella, and you'd be stupid if you didn't think I'd protect my friend! But once they are safe, I'm not going to fight. Because I can't trust you to play fair." She turned and left the room, letting the door close behind her quietly before she made her way to the destroyed laboratory.
Sitting down on the floor she looked at the hole in the wall that The Hulk had put there trying to get to the aircraft that had annoyed him by shooting him full of bullets. Of course the bullets did nothing but anger him even more then he already was, but Callie couldn't stop the worry that one day, the bullet just might do damage.
She knew that he had tried to kill himself before he had set himself up in India helping people, he had sent her a letter detailing what had happened and trying to figure out how he changed without being angry. They had both come to the conclusion that he would change if his life was in danger and if he was angry, which meant that the other guy, as Bruce put it, was getting stronger in his mind.
She stiffened and quickly wiped the tears from her face as she heard footsteps come in to the room, standing up she turned to face the intruder of her personal thought time, sighing softly as she realised it was Steve she turned back to stare at the wall.
"Before we went to war, they used to hold dances..." Steve stated, walking next to her and looking through the wall. "The soldiers who were to be sent off the next morning used to dance with their loved ones once more before they went to their end. I danced with Peggy that night, my captain had to tell me to go get at least some sleep at quarter to three in the morning. I didn't want to let her go, I just wanted to dance and forget..."
"I've never been to a dance." Callie whispered, wringing her hands in front of her body. "The atmosphere was to much, it used to kill my mind with the thoughts running from peoples bodies. I learnt to control it, but I never dared push it and step in to a dance."
"I thought the reason you had never been was simply because your father would murder anyone who tried to ask you." Steve said, smiling softly as he heard the chuckle emit from the younger girl. She was only a few years younger then him, in physical age, but he had lived way longer then he should have.
"Come with me." He said after a few minutes, slipping his hand in to hers and leading her from the room, slightly shocked at the way she didn't try to stop him. Leading her past her father, ignoring the raised eyebrow he got from the director, he led her in to the gym. "No, I'm not going to make you hold the punching bag." He joked, making her relax and laugh softly.
He let her hand go and walked over to a small stereo, Tony had brought it to him and shown him how to use it after he had complained about not having any good music. Of course Tony's music was not all to his taste, but he did have one good song that he could play. Quickly flicking through the CDs he got the song that he wanted to and pressed play, before walking over to Callie.
Taking her hand in his, he placed his other hand on her hip as she placed a hand on his waist and on his shoulder. Slowly the world started to dissolve around them as they focused on the music and on the dance, Callie was quick on her feet and a very fast learner, quickly picking up the moves as Steve led her in the waltz.
I never said I'd lie and wait forever
If I died, we'd be together
I can't always just forget her
But she could try
At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever ever...
Ever...
Get the feeling that you're never
All alone and I remember now
At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies
She dies
At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me
If I fall
If I fall (down)
At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Never coming home
Never coming home
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna...
The music came to a stop, but Steve and Callied continued to waltz around the gym, not wanting to break the spell that the dance had over them. The repetitive steps kept their mind busy with mentally counting instead of thinking about other things. One, two, three, four, one, two, three, four, one, two, three, four; over and over again the mantra was chanted between them.
"I'm not a fighter." Callie whispered, staring up in to Steve's eyes. "I'm just some freak with a talent for getting the attention of Gods..."
"Everyone's a fighter, Callie. No matter what we have to fight for something." Steve said, holding her against him as she shook with her grief. "It's time we fight to save this world. When this is done we can mourn, but for now the world needs us. And you're the only one that can contact Loki."
"He's got Hella, Steve! He's brought a child in to this!"
"I don't think he has brought a child in to it, I think he's taken the child from it. The safest place for the child is with him, and he knows that."
"He'll use Felicity for his own gain, I know he will."
Steve remained silent as he rested his hand on the back of Callie's head, letting her tears soak in to his shirt as she cried against him. It seemed no matter what year it was, the planet was always going to be at war.
A/N:
The name of the song is The Ghost Of Your by My Chemical Romance, I adore the song and I thought it was perfect for them to dance to, and this story needed a little bit of sweetness thanks to Captain America! :D
Thank you for all the reviews, alerts and favourites this story has received, I am over whelmed with the response as I have always been fearful to write in these categories due to how immense the fanbase was and how much knowledge they had compared to me xD But I am glad you are all enjoying it!