I'm having fun with this!
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The night air was chilly. The hospital was filled with SHIELD agents and the STRIKE team. Steve leaned rounded the corner when a hand snagged his wrist, tugging him to a stop.
"What the hell happened!?"
Steve turns to look down at Natasha. "Your question is as good as mine. It came out of nowhere."
"What came out of nowhere?"
Michelle approaches. "The attacker." She answered.
Natasha looked at her, then back at Steve. "Why was Fury in your apartment?"
Steve shrugged both shoulders in a 'I don't know' gesture.
Rumlow approaches them. "Cap, they want you back at SHIELD."
"Give us a few, please." Michelle told him, seeing Maria Hill coming around the corner.
"They want him asap."
"We'll get there, when we get there." Michelle rounded. "Can't you at least give us some space and time to register everything? Or are your jewels too far up your head?" She demanded.
Steve stared at Michelle with wide eyes, while Natasha looked at her with pride.
"Listen you pampered princess, we are on a schedule."
"That's it!" With a frustration, Michelle's blue eyes raged, and she leaps at Rumlow, ready to break his nose. Steve quickly interjected and snaked his arm around her and she fell on his left shoulder.
"Look, we're all keyed up right now." Steve said, turning to face Rumlow, as Michelle pushed her long hair out of her face, then folds her arms on Steve's back, her hair fell back in her face.
"Just give us a few more minutes, ok Rumlow." Steve said.
A doctor walks over to them. "Excuse me, Captain Rogers." She gets his attention.
"Yes?"
"Trista Meioh is awake and asking for you."
"Thank you ma'am." Steve nods, he moves down the hall, Michelle still over his shoulder.
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Inside her hospital room, Trista was sitting up in the bed and looking out the window. A knock on her door had her turning to it. "Come in."
The door opened to reveal Steve walking in with Michelle, he lowered her back to his feet.
"I don't see what you don't like about him." He told her as he closed the door.
"I can't put my finger on it, but there's something I do not like about him." Michelle huffed, folding her arms. "If I overstepped I'm sorry." She said more gently now.
"No, it's ok." Steve moves towards Trista's bed.
"Looks like I'm missing something." She said lightly, looking up at him.
"Just a little drama in the halls." Michelle sank into a chair next to the bed.
"Hey darling." Steve leaned down to kiss Trista gently on the lips. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm ok." She nods. "I would kill for a bubble bath right now."
"Darling, were you with Fury when he was first attacked?" Steve asked, perching himself on the edge of her bed.
"I." Trista starts, then closes her eyes tightly. "Yes." She nods, reopening her eyes. "He was asking me about the rest of the Sailor Scouts and how we really functioned as a team."
"What happened?" Michelle asked.
"As we talked, that's when we got attacked."
"By that assailant from the roof?" Steve asked.
The dark green haired woman nods. "Yeah. I saw a good look at him cause it was in broad daylight."
"What'd he look like?" Steve asks.
Trista looks towards the window again, a thoughtful look on her face. "Shoulder length brown hair and his whole left arm is metal."
"Metal?" Steve frowns. "No skin?"
She shook her head. "No skin. Metal, starting from his shoulder blade all the way down to his fingers."
"Did you see his face?" Steve asked.
Trista shook her head. "No, he had thick black goggles over his eyes and a weird black mask over his nose and mouth."
"Sounds like." Steve trailed off when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in." Trista called.
The door opens to reveal Maria Hill coming in. "Cap, good, you're still here." She closed the door behind her, she leans her back on the door.
"Director Fury." She starts, looking upset. "He flatlined on the table." She informs sadly. "And pronounced." She paused. "He's gone."
Michelle gasped.
"Oh no." Trista breathed.
Steve's shoulders sunk.
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The following day. Trista was out of the hospital and in the mall with Michelle. Trista had a few new t-shirts for Steve and some new outfits for herself too. Michelle has also bought some new clothing and lots of accessories.
Now the girls were sitting in the food court having some lunch. "I hope you don't feel like a third wheel when me and Steve are together." Trista was saying, putting some french fries into her mouth.
The teal haired woman shook her head. "No, honestly it's not bugging me yet." She pauses. "Remember when I went to see that fortune teller?"
"Oh, Michelle. I warned you about those kind of people." Trista groaned. "But what'd she say?"
But before Michelle could say anything, Steve and Natasha hurried over to their table.
"Ladies, we gotta go." Steve said urgently, placing his hands on Trista's shoulders.
"What's happening?" Michelle asked with worry an alert.
Steve shook his head. "Not here."
Both Trista and Michelle quickly stood up. "You three get to your new destination." Trista ordered, handing Steve a bag. "Here."
"What's this?"
"I think you're gonna need these later." Trista grabs her purse. "I'm gonna head back to the Time Space, I'll be able to heal better while there."
"Good, that's good." Steve leaned down to kiss her, twice, then sank.
"You two can do that later." Natasha said as she looks around. "The STRIKE team is crawling all over the place for us."
Michelle's eyes grew. "I knew it! I knew there was something I didn't like about Rumlow." She looks at Steve. "What'd I tell you, Cap?"
"Yes, you were right about him." He caves as he takes Trista's hand.
"We gotta jet, right now." Natasha said urgently.
"Then let's jet." Steve said as he quickly moved, pulling Trista by the hand.
Michelle looks at Natasha. "How did things get so bad?" She asks worriedly as the two hurried after Steve and Trista.
"I don't know."