Okay! Sorry for the sorta long wait I guess. I'm writing now though, right? Right…
So We technically have Clint as our winner for my little 'vote' thing, but Bianca Valdez a user who gave a wonderfully fun comment pointed out (well, I'd already known but realized I could use it now) that both Steve and Jack would have lived through WWII, and all that, and could be very fun to play with. So… Basically my voting counts for nothing and you just have to fight for what you want with logical points. Yay.
Chapter Nine:
"I still think it should be me going." Clint muttered.
"You're not going!" Natasha snapped.
Steve was not thrilled about going. He'd been banking on Clint taking the job and him being able to stay back and learn about the Angels. He didn't really like Time Travel as a concept. Speaking of…
"Why the heck didn't Fury tell us that Rose was a freaking Time Traveller?" Steve snapped, one of the many ways he'd phrased the question if the last hour. Rose had filled them in on a bit more of information, mainly so they trusted Jack more.
And in all honesty why did they even call the them? Why didn't Rose get any of her numerous friends and alien contacts to help her? There were quite a few things Steve wasn't comfortable with at the moment.
But Jack had insisted that he be the one to go with him.
"Alright. I've patched you through Mr. Smith, so you'll hould have enough power to return with Dr. Banner, though I don't recommend taking to long, you base code is glitchy at best." Ianto declared, sliding his phone into his pocket as he came out of some room above them.
Steve had to admit though, despite being not fond at all of these guys, they ran themselves well.
"Who's Mr. Smith?" Tony asked, looking up from where he was sitting with a book. Steve hadn't seen him put the book down.
"Computer." Ianto replied back as he passed him, and before Tony could question him anymore had disappeared into a different room.
Barely moments passed before both Ianto and Jack emerged from the room, Jack clapping his hands together loudly to get their attention.
"Okay. It's go time." Jack announced, beckoning Steve over. He complied, and everyone else gathered around. Some, like Natasha were hesitant to believe any of this was real. Maybe Fury decided to show his humorous side. He missed April Fools day but they could make an exception.
Others, like Clint and Tony, were nervous but nevertheless excited at the possibilities.
Thor didn't bat an eye.
Steve hated it. He hated it because these guys had Time Travel, and he hadn't know about it until now.
"Hold my hand?" Jack said in a pouting voice, extending his hand towards Captain America. Steve narrowed his eyes. "No, seriously, grab my wrist." He said a few seconds later, his voice back to a serious tone.
"Good luck." Clint called as Steve reached out and wrapped his hand around the Vortex Manipulator.
"Yeah don't let them burn you for witchcraft!" Tony called.
"Don't agree to any marriages!" Natasha offered.
Jack smiled at them all, and Steve scowled slightly, and then there was white.
And oh, wow, that was the worst feeling ever.
Then there was grass. And sunshine, and a warm breeze.
Jack seemed to recover quickly, stretching himself out like he'd done it a million times, but Steve felt nauseous. He felt absolutely terrible. Like somebody fed him rotten clams then hit him in the stomach with an anvil.
"Where are we?" He wheezed, looking around. They were on a grassy hill, and below them smoke could be seen from the thatched roofs of a small village of sorts. Cows and sheeps flocked around, and he could see a little girl chasing chickens down the road.
"How would I know?" Jack called back, as he was already quite far down the hill.
Steve took one last look around, not quite believing that they'd moved times, before following him.
Both of them had changed in preperation, into trousers and smocks fitting of the era.
"We can't just walk in there, can we?" Steve called, looking at the town as it drew closer.
"Sure. Why not? Maybe somebody's heard something." Jack replied. Steve scowled.
"Are you going to ever tell me the plan?" He snapped.
"What plan?" Jack called back, making Steve all the more angry.
"The one you're clearly following and are enjoying a little too much by keeping it away from me? What am I gonna do? Tell somebody?" Steve insisted, jogging to finally catch up to him, so he could talk with him evenly. Well, slightly looking down, he noted to his satisfaction.
"Don't we usually follow your plans?" He snapped after a moment, turning to Steve and stopping. "Captain America" He added through clenched teeth.
Steve stopped. "This has nothing to do with my title or… or job. This is completely different, and frankly something we should be working on together."
"1943, March 1st." Jack said suddenly. "My men and I were deployed alongside you and your Howling Commandos." He said, lifting his head higher. "We pulled through, but a lot of us didn't."
Steve stayed frozen to the spot.
"I wouldn't expect someone like you to remember us, especially since that was just as I was starting out as… Well it's a long story." Jack finished awkwardly. "But none of history remembers us. It was only a small group, but the records write it off as the Howling Commandos victory."
"I'm sorry, I'm sure we couldn't have done it without you." Steve answer numbly after a moment, unsure what to say. Jack scoffed.
"I don't want you pity, jackass, I've fought aliens and saved all of time I really don't care anymore." He laughed. "But as someone who lived through your birth, death, and rebirth, I'd like say that I'm more than honoured to fight by your side."
Captain America nodded. "But what are you, Captain." He said.
Jack laughed. "Come on, we've got a giant green rage beast to find. Does it really matter?"
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