Chapter 5
By: MysticFantasy
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"There was a match?!"
"It was just a fifty percent match." Bruce's voice answered.
"How did he take it?" Clint asked.
"I think he's just as shaken up as before." Bruce answered. "I think we'll have to keep an eye on him for a while."
"You don't think he'll do anything, do you?" Natasha asked.
"No. Steve's not like that." Tony quickly answered. "But we should try to at least have someone around him as much as we can. This might cause him to be even more depressed than before and we all know how he gets when he's like that."
Steve pushed himself away from the wall as anger flared inside him. He quickly walked away and went back to his room where he quickly found his duffle bag and began to load it with clothes. The last thing he stuffed into it was his faded sketch book.
He grabbed his motorcycle keys and quickly made his way down the hall and into the stairway. It was one of the few places where Jarvis couldn't monitor anything. It took a few minutes for him to reach the garage and once he did he strapped his bag onto his bike before climbing on and starting the engine.
Before taking off, he reached into his pocket where he grabbed his rarely used cell phone and tossed it to the ground.
Once that was done, he quickly grabbed the handles and sped off.
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"We don't need to treat him like he's a mental case." Natasha declared as she stormed down the hallway.
"We know he's not a mental case." Clint stated, finding it tricky to keep up with Natasha. "We're just saying that maybe he'll get even more depressed since there was a half match between the pictures. It could make him more upset than he already is."
Natasha whirled around and looked at Clint sharply. The archer skidded to a stop and took a step back from Natasha's glare.
"You know what I mean." Clint quickly stated. "With everything that's already happened to him, this might be an even bigger blow and hurt him more."
Natasha turned back and walked down the hallway with Clint quickly following her. They reached the door to Steve's room and Natasha knocked.
The two assassins quickly became confused when Steve didn't answer.
Clint knocked on the door loudly. Again, the door wasn't answered.
"Steve." Natasha called as she opened the door and walked inside. She frowned when she didn't seem him anywhere.
"Cap?" Clint called. "You here?"
The archer then proceeded to check the suite for any sign of their team leader. Natasha right away noticed that something was wrong.
The closet door was wide open. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that several pieces of Steve's clothing was missing. Turning to the side table by the bed, Natasha quickly hurried over and opened the drawer.
It was empty.
Natasha felt herself stand on slightly weak legs. The only thing that Steve ever kept in the drawer was his prized sketch book that held all of the drawings he'd done even before he'd been accepted for the super soldier program.
Natasha turned around in time to see Clint standing in the doorway.
"He's not here." he said then said in a louder tone. "Jarvis. Where's Steve?"
"I last detected Captain Rogers leaving the garage on his motorcycle sir." the AI answered.
"He knows he can't take off without letting anyone know." Clint stated pulling out his phone and calling Steve's number. The call was never answered.
"Jarvis, track Steve's cell phone." Clint declared as he and Natasha left the room and started looking for Tony and Bruce.
"My system indicates that Captain Rogers' cellular phone is in the garage." Jarvis answered.
"Oh God." Natasha said before she and Clint shot down the hall.