Avengers Continued- StevexReader Part Two
Y/N wasn't entirely oblivious. She knew she had been talking to the nearly ninety year old super soldier, or rather, she knew he looked familiar. She knew why two days later, when she was talking to her conspiracy theorist best friend, Marcus, while he was going through his -there's a secret policing force that Tony Stark is part of beyond the Avengers, how else do you explain all of this- speech. During the semi-mandatory videos, blurred images, and old photographs, she suddenly recognized a face. "Hey I-I've seen him before." Marcus paused midway through his next, "Coincidence? I think not-" when she said this. He sighed, "Yes, Captain America. He's one of the 'Avengers'," Here Marcus paused for air quotes, "the group of 'superheroes' who just so 'happen' to come together under Stark. He was all over New York last year." She shook her head, "You overuse air quotes, but no, not then, like, three days ago?"To his credit, he sprang into action, pausing the video and pulling up another file with Steve's face. "Steve Rogers? Member of the U.S. Army in 194-" She blanched, "Whoa, wait. What? He'd be like..." "Nearly ninety years old. He was there at the founding of the society-" Y/N had to try to catch him when he took a breath, it was kind of like jumping into double dutch. "Marcus-M-Marc!" Again he paused, "what happened to him?" "A secret German formula was introduced into his-" "The confirmed version?" Marcus nodded, "This is the version they want us to know. No one knows his full abilities, but he'd have to know some answers. Where did you see him?" She elbowed him away, "No where I'd tell you, weirdo." Marcus drew another breath, calming down. "What was he like?" "Just... a guy. I mean he was nice," If she had to pick a word, the super soldier had seemed a little...lost. Something he said made more sense, I usually don't have trouble making decisions. Y/N briefly wondered what would cause Captain America the super patriot to seem so ordinary, but then, she didn't often get star struck either. Maybe that had something to do with it. "Y/N?" Marcus said, studying her as she came back to the conversation, "Hmm?" "What. did. he. say?" "Nothing much, I think we talked about... cereal, maybe?" Marcus jotted down a note, "Sounds like a code. Of course, the last day before I leave."He was headed back to New Hampshire that night. He suddenly handed her a vial, "If you see him again, do you think you could get some DNA?" She slid the vial back, "No, because I'm never asking anyone that. And why do you keep these? Where do you keep these?" Marcus looked at her as though she were the odd one. "For emergencies, I always have one in my pocket." He raised his arms in a great show, "The Truth is out there!" She laughed, "Oh my god, I'm going to miss you." He pulled her into a tight hug. "You too. And if you find out anything more about Mr. America, you text me. Better yet, take video! I can study it later. I have a friend in the Netherlands-" "-also not happening." Marcus drummed his fingers, thinking. "Pizza?" He said eventually, "That we can do." She pulled a baseball cap from her shelf, and he escorted her out into the street, "So long as you don't try to implant me with some micro-recording device." She quipped, "They do exist!" Marcus said, laughing. After dropping him at JFK that night, she really didn't think of it again. But sure enough, about two weeks later, she found Steve Rogers yet again in the store, "Hey," she said, raising a hand, "Steve, right?" He frowned before his eyes suddenly softened. "Cornflakes." She nodded, "Yep, how are you?" Steve gave a soft exhale, "Good... I'm good." He didn't look it, but then, she didn't know him well enough to say for certain, so she let well enough be. Another few days after that with another vague friendly exchange, and a week after that, Fourth of July to be precise, when he looked worse than before, with a black eye and bruises. She stepped beside him, "Is this the part where you say, 'you should see the other guy?'" He glanced up and managed a smile that looked painful. "Hey," "Long day?" He chuckled, rotating his shoulder stiffly. "Is it that obvious?" She shrugged, changing the subject. "So... what's for dinner?" "I have absolutely no idea. Given the past few months, probably takeout." "Hmm," she nodded, the silence lingered for another moment before, "Change teams?" He asked, pointing at her baseball hat, she frowned before looking up, "Wha- oh no, no, I collect a hat from the winning team from every game I go see." She tapped her Red Sox hat, "2004, broke the bad luck streak to win the World Series. I go to a lot of games, so," She shrugged, "Lot of hats," he completed, she nodded. "Maybe we could... go see a game sometime?" She smiled, "Sounds good," she raised her hand to a halfhearted salute. He shook his head, looking toward the sky. "You know." "I do. Happy Birthday," She started walking away, suddenly turning around. "And go with the takeout... you shouldn't have to cook tonight." He half smiled, "Yes, Ma'am."...
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