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The fic I haven’t named yet

Part 1 here:

2/?

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Captain Rogers excuses himself shortly after I call him out. I don’t particularly blame him. In the interim, I spend my time admiring my chipped manicure and the slightly off-white hue of my apparent holding cell. What felt like hours pass before a new character makes their way into the room.

“Mr. Stark.” I acknowledge. He arches a perfectly manicured eyebrow at me.

“So now we’re playing nice, are we, kid?” He jests. I scoff a bit, sensing playfulness in his tone.

“I’ve always been told I work very well with others. I think I’ve been very cordial this whole time. And I’m not a kid, sir.” He rolls his eyes towards me, unfolding his crossed arms as he takes a relaxed seat in the chair opposite me.

“Dude, you’ve only been able to legally drink for a few months.”

“I suppose that would make me a kid…to a dinosaur like yourself.” Now it’s my turn to raise a mischievous brow. He grasps his heart in mock pain. We both chuckle softly. The silence between us begins to deepen. “I’m not done here, am I?” Mr. Stark’s mouth turns down slightly.

“No, kid. Not yet.” My head drops. “Dr. Banner would like you to stick around a couple of days, just to run some medical/scientific/whatever tests to make sure you really are fine. That meteorite, as you so astutely mused, wasn’t just any old rock. Riddled with radiation. So..” he shrugs. “You’re stuck here for a bit.” I nod slowly, raising my eyes to meet his.

“Can I contact my family? Let them know where I am and that I’m ok?” This startles Mr. Stark, though he tries to hide it. He’s almost embarrassed as he speaks next.

“Yeah, kid, of course! You’re not a prisoner. In fact, you could leave right now if you wanted. Wouldn’t recommend it, but as long as that old icicle you just met is still around, this is still America!” His joke does make me crack a grin, despite the prospect of being stuck in this holding cell for the next few days.

“Ok, that’s good to know. I suppose if I’m here of my own free will, you wouldn’t mind if I ask for some food…and maybe a cot while I stay? It’s been a hot minute since I first got here, and I’m dying for some sustenance.” He starts again at this.

“Jesus, kid! We’re not gonna make you stay in this interview room!” He begins to laugh. “You’re a piece of work. We’ll lend you a free room here in the compound for your stay. You can eat whatever you want, and we’ve already got a go-bag of some clothes for you.” The idea of a vacation doesn’t seem so bad now. At least this place is new. Home is too…familiar to be comfortable anymore.

“You already have my clothes? How?” I wonder. Mr. Stark narrows his eyes at me.

“Well, when we stopped by your house on our manhunt to find your MIA self…” he stops his glare. “…your mother insisted we take some supplies for when we found you. Guess she knew you’d be out of commission for a while. Smart lady.” I shake my head.

“That she is.”

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The man on the sofa seems more distraught than his wife. The dogs, however, are the most worried. The pair haven’t left their whining post by the door since Tony and I arrived.

“They do that.” The mother explains, handing Tony his requested coffee, settling beside her worried husband. “Every time one of us isn’t home, they worry. Even when it isn’t this unusual.” She smiles towards the canines.

“Well, we’d like to help them get their girl home safely. When we the last time you saw your daughter?” I ask.

“Two days ago.” The father sighs. The bags under his eyes testify to his concern. Clearly, he hasn’t slept much. “She’s never been gone so long without contact. Things have been so…rough lately…it’s just alarming.”

The wife tuts. “I’m sure she’s fine. She’s tough and smart, I’m sure she just needs to be alone for a bit.” I nod.

“Your wife is probably right, sir. I’ll bet she’s fine.” Here, Tony jumps in.

“Yeah, I’m sure the kid’s doing great. Can you tell us about the incident?” I roll my eyes toward him. He’s never the best at handling the grieving. The parents don’t seem to notice.

“Well, day of, the dogs returned home from their walk without her. Obviously, we were concerned, and drove the park to check on her. When we found her, she had a nasty gash on her face, and, as I’m sure you know, the rock was there.” The mother explains. Tony and I nod.

“We didn’t much care about the rock, though. We drove her to the hospital. She was out for the next day, but woke up with only a concussion. We were so relieved. But then, when she came home…something was different.” The father trails off, a bit emotional. His wife pats his arm.

“I know you all are a big deal. Entrusted with lots of information.” The mom begins. I’m not quite sure where this is going. “So despite the fact that we’re just regular people, I’m sure you have some kind of dossier on us that you reviewed before making the flight out here.” Tony just shrugs. I roll my eyes once more.

“Yes, ma’am.” The mother nods.

“So you know our daughter’s had a rough go of it in the past several months.” I nod.

“And you have our condolences, ma’am.” I offer.

“Thank you.” Her mask of calm slips slightly. She’s hurting, I realize. “It’s been hard on all of us. We were all very close. Obviously, it’s different for her, but…anyways.” She takes a steadying breath. “She’s had a rough time, but she’d been coping better as time has gone on. However, when she got home from the hospital, it was like it was all fresh again. Even the slightest mention of him from anyone would send her into crying fits. Like the day it happened. It was so odd. But it wasn’t just sadness. Every emotion was turned up to 11. She was just…different. A raw nerve.”

Tony shoots a glance towards me. The mother doesn’t miss it. “That means something, doesn’t it?” I stare towards Tony. If he can’t be subtle, he’s going to have to answer her questions.

“Possibly, ma’am. We’d like to take her back with us, when we find her, to make sure everything is ok.” The parents look at each other. The father, it appears, is reluctant. His wife places another hand on his. His eyes relent.

“Ok.” He sighs. “Promise you will take care of her?” I nod vehemently.

“Of course, sir.”

“That’s their job, honey.” His wife adds. As we stand to leave, the mother jumps and scuttles to a nearby room.

“Here.” She just out her hand, grasping a near bursting duffle bag. I take it, cocking an inquisitive look towards her. “It’s clothes.” She explains. “And just some general stuff she might need while she’s gone. I know my daughter…and something is off. I trust you to fix it, Captain Rogers, Mr. Stark. I watch the news, I see the good you do. Find her, keep her safe, make sure she’s ok.” The steely look in her eyes intimidates me. I suppose not even a super soldier can defeat a determined mother.

“Yes, ma’am.” I promise. As Tony and I back out of the driveway, I can’t help but feel sorry for the two pairs of eyes staring out the front window, fogging the window up with their worried, panting breath.

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[imsecretadult]

A story I can’t stop thinking about as I fall asleep at night. (A slow burn Steve Rogers x Reader fic)

1/?

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The sound of the door was jarring. I don’t think he meant to slam it, perhaps it was just a security precaution. Either way, Captain Rogers seemed apologetic when I nearly jumped out of my skin.

“Sorry, ma’am. Heavy doors are the norm around here.” He explains.

“No worries, Captain Rogers.” I assure him.

“I’d also like to apologize for my team’s delay in reaching out to you. It should never have taken this long for us to address your accident.” Sitting across from me at the expertly polished glass table, I can tell how truly sorry he was. But lurking underneath, I suspect he’s also a bit angry. Strangely, that made me smile a bit.

“Something tells me that waiting so long wasn’t your idea. If I was a betting lady, I might even say you went toe to toe with Mr. Stark about it.” I cock an eyebrow at him. His professional aura cracks a bit as he allows himself a small smile.

“Perhaps.” We both chuckle a bit. “Maybe I need to have Natasha help me work on my poker face a bit more.” I wave his comment off.

“Nah, I’m just really good at reading people.” I explain. We both sigh, relaxing a bit as we settled into our chairs. Not the most comfortable place to have been left waiting, but I suppose that was the nature of being interrogated by the world’s premier “crime-fighting” organization. As much as I had been assured this meeting was merely an interview, the tension in the air, combined with the aforementioned clinical holding room suggested otherwise.

I glance up, meeting Captain Rogers’ eyes.

“So, let’s get this over with. You want to know about the rock.” I start, evenly. He nods. I can tell he’s a bit surprised that I would be so cooperative. I shrug. “What do you want to know?” I can tell the exact moment he slips into “Avenger” mode, leaning forward in his seat, staring rather intensely at me. But not aggressively, somehow. Just…serious.

“Start from the beginning, and tell me everything.”

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I swear that I’m going to need a shoulder replacement after this walk. Despite the many times that I’ve taken the dogs out, they’ve never really gotten the hang of appropriate walk etiquette. The pair try to pull me in different directions, mark everything in sight, and insist (rather loudly) on being pet by every passerby. Today though, there aren’t very many people around to harass. The gloomy clouds and grey skies have kept them indoors, I suppose. To me, though, this is the best kind of weather. Having less nosy neighbors around to run into is just an additional perk.

As our rowdy trio begins our second lap around the park, my dogs suddenly still. With eyes fixed across the greenway, I assume they had spotted a particularly interesting squirrel. “Come on, boys!” I giggle, tugging at their leads. The pair begins to whine a bit, tails low. I glance around the area. “You silly geese, there’s nothing out there. Stop being such scaredy cats and let’s finish our walk!” They aren’t having it. We stare each other down like that for a beat, me facing my seemingly wimpy canine companions. But in an instant, the two start off like bullets from a gun, wrenching their leads from my unwitting grasp. “Hey! Boys! Stop!” I yell after them. There was no use. They sprint off towards home, leaving me in the dust at the park. I drag a hand down my face.

“Crap.” (Last time they got away, they had to spend a night in doggie jail.) I stand there for a few seconds, shoulders slumped. As I gather myself to head home, I barely make it a few steps before stopping once more. The air feels…tingly? Like when your foot falls asleep but everywhere. My hair starts to stand up on its ends when the whistling begins. It’s high pitched at first, like a tea kettle. I look around wildly, confused, searching for the source. The whistle drops lower, like the sound of an electric toothbrush. A cloud rolls over the already dim sun. The whistle sounds now like the roar of an oncoming train. I glance up. Not a cloud. A rock. It draws closer. Not a rock. A boulder. From the air? No, from space. A meteor.

All the trial and error investigation of the approaching “UFO” leaves me with little time and even fewer options for cover as the giant rock bears down on the open field. I duck down behind a tree as the meteor makes impact, sending grass flying and causing the ground to shake. As an object flies by, I begin to wish I had listened to the dogs. When I feel the warm blood dripping from my new forehead wound, I barely have time to notice the ground has stopped vibrating before darkness overtakes my vision.

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“And that’s all I know.” I finish, stretching my palms to the sky, working the tension out of my shoulders. “Woke up in a hospital with the makings of a nasty scar, a concussion, and some massively sore muscles.” I wave my hands towards my person. “But I’m sure you’re not stranger to those.” Captain Rogers nods sympathetically.

“And you’ve not experienced any other weird symptoms or after effects?” I shake my head at him. He’s probing for something. It was clear from the beginning of this encounter that there was something being kept from you. After all, SHIELD doesn’t often bother itself with random meteors that fall in small towns. Captain Rogers is suspicious.

“I know you don’t trust me.” Captain Rogers has a good poker face, but I don’t miss how his eyes tighten at the corners when I say that. “Clearly, there was something important or weird about that meteor or you wouldn’t be taking such an interest in me.” His face remains a mask, but it’s like I can feel the sheepish “caught red handed” expression he’s hiding. I draw in a measured breath. “I promise to be nothing but cooperative, Captain Rogers, but I will tell you this:” He leans forward, clearly expecting some kind of important admission. “If you want honesty, you might want to try leading with some…and maybe not making your willing guests wait in an interrogation room for hours.” When his face finally breaks to reveal a slight blush, I can’t deny myself a smirk.

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Part 2:

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