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[sylvie-writes]

Evans Family Christmas

pairing: chris evans x reader ft. Dodger hehe

requests: I need all the ugly Christmas sweaters, hot cocoa, Christmas cookies, everything in my life with the avengers or with Chris and his family 🥺 -anon

2. Just imagine that you and Chris are spending your first Christmas together and you’re decorating cookies and singing Christmas songs together and dancing around the living room with the fireplace going and of course hanging a stocking for Dodger. @aubreeskailynn​

warnings: just chris being the dirty minded man that he is

word count: 2,079

author’s note: pardon any mistakes! this is also for @fangirlovestuff​‘s birthday challenge! I’m so sorry for the long wait :(

challenge prompt: 25. that couple where one cooks and the other can’t cook for shit

PART OF MY CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION (check the tag for the masterlist)

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From your spot in the kitchen, you could hear the deep chuckle of the man you have loved for the past two years. He was currently on the phone with his mother who you assumed was inviting you both to the annual Evans’ family Christmas get together.

Chris rushed into the kitchen a giddy smile on his adorable face and fists excitedly curled into his chest like a small child. You didn’t even need to hear the words spill from his mouth to confirm your suspicions that the two of you were, in fact, going to the party.

One who cared for Chris as much as you did, could easily tell that the bright grin on his lips was the genuine one he sported when around his family. A career such as his, made time with family limited and you were always more than happy to go along to any event with Chris’s family. Even if that meant you’d see them once a year or twice a week.

The Evans family truly lived it up on the holidays, something definitely instilled in your boyfriend who acted like a frat boy at parties. (You have many videos of him being the happy drunk that he is, to say so.)

With this being your first Evans Christmas, Chris literally went all out once his mother called him that week before. You were unaware of this until an ugly Christmas sweater was laying out on your side of the bed just the day before Christmas. As you had been working all day, Chris had run out to accomplish some errands but you had no clue it actually meant this. With a small giggle, you decided to amuse yourself and try on the sweater. The sweater itself looked like it had been pulled straight out of any cheesy 90’s holiday movie you could imagine. Decked in lights attached to a battery pack and lots of gaudy tinsel, the sweater was the literal embodiment of any office Christmas party attire. Even the Grinch would have turned his head at all of the very questionable, yet somehow eye catching, components of the knit top.

You decided to venture down the stairs in the sweater to surprise Chris, but oh how the tables had turned. Instead of surprising the man, he shocked you first and not for a good reason. Jaw half dropped, you slowly walked into the mess of a kitchen. Various cookie making ingredients spilled among the counter and you found the culprit’s back turned your way. His entire black sweater was covered in flour and somehow even the back of it. At the mess you let out a tiny, but very audible, shriek causing the man to cautiously turn.

A nervous smile graced his lips and he held up two mugs of hot cocoa.

“Heh heh. Your sweater looks nice, honey...” There was no sign of amusement on your face, and you just horridly stared at the colossal snow storm of flour in the kitchen. “...hot cocoa?”

You just slowly turned your head in his direction and if an eye can invisibly twitch, then yours was doing so. An insane chuckle left your mouth and you just walked closer, snatching the mug from him. The last thing you wanted to do was clean this damn kitchen, especially after a long day at work. You loved Chris, but that man never followed through with things. Of course it wasn't intentional, but if you did wait for him to do said things, they’d never get done in a timely manner.

A timer sounded from the oven breaking your small staring contest with the man who nervously gulped from time to time as you were yet to say a word since entering the kitchen.

“Sounds like your cookies are done, lover boy.” You turned on your heel heading to the living room, but not without looking over your shoulder to utter a quip.

“Wouldn’t want to burn those things. Especially after the mess you’re going to have to clean all by yourself.”

Chris knew you were teasing, as confirmed by the discreet wink, and he just shrugged his shoulders, laughing. He had already planned on cleaning the kitchen, but this time he actually meant it.

An hour later, Chris joined you on the couch, a plate of decorated cookies in hand. He threw an arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead. You decided to take a cookie and hummed in approval when the sugar dissipated on your tongue.

“My, my, Chris Evans. If you weren’t an actor, I’d say you could become a baker!”

In thanks, he once again kissed you, but this time on the forehead, making you crinkle your nose a bit. A few seconds of silence passed before he spoke again.

“I see you found the sweater. Do ya like it?”

You looked up at him with a dazzling smile and pecked his lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Against the plush lips of the man you murmured, “I hate to ruin the moment, but is the kitchen clean?”

Chris pulled back with a deep chuckle that seemingly lasted for minutes. He tried to speak between the choppy laughter, but failed and instead gave you a simple nod of his head. Leaving the man to his giggles, you quickly snuck off and then rushed back into the room in no time as Chris was finally ceasing his howling.

Arms secretly folded behind your back and a large, corny grin on your face, Chris’s eyebrows raised in suspicion. He cautiously reached out to pull you closer to him, pretty much to the point where you dropped to sit on his lap.

Once seated, you brought your arms around to your own lap and opened the glittery Christmas gift bag. Just as you were about to pull the final piece of tissue paper from the sack, you called Dodger who loyally came running in from the next room. At the point Chris was so utterly confused that he wasn't even aware Dodger had joined you both. Although, the man did wear a smirk that was borderline concerning.

The pup then curled up next to you on the couch after venturing in. Finally, you started to rummage through the gift bag, revealing its contents that had suspense looming in the air for a good while. Honestly, as you pulled out a beautifully embroidered stocking, which was for Dodger, Chris released a shaky breath that he had been unknowingly holding in.

You turned to see his reaction and instead started laughing at his tremendously cherry red cheeks. His smirk had also dropped and he now partly resembled a sad puppy. Even though he looked downcast, you could spy a sea of playfulness in his eyes.

“Oh my gosh, babe! Why are you so red?” It was now your turn to try and talk in between laughs.  

Chris shook his head in a manner of disappointment, dramatically sucking in air and widening his eyes as one would do when traumatized.

“Let’s just say I had assumed there would be stockings in that bag, but...not that kind.” His ears were all red now and the two of you were cackling loudly, causing Dodger to leave the room.

“You dirty man! I swear for a few seconds I thought I was looking at Clifford the Dog!” you continued to tease him for a good five minutes and Chris just accepted it until a feel-good, Christmas classic came on the radio and he scooped you up.

For a quick second you squealed in shock, but then the man set you down on the floor in the middle of the living room. He held out a hand and you accepted it.

Of all the songs that could have graced the radio, it had to be Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You. Thank the heavens the blinds on the windows to the house were shut or the whole neighborhood would have seen you and Chris dancing like fools. The two of you energetically bounced around the living room. Your hair was flailing around as Chris’s arms madly waved up and down. Off key singing resounded from the you both and poor Dodger became the unsuspecting victim to the horrid sounds. Regardless that he was all the way in another room.

From then on, you and Chris spent the rest of Christmas Eve alternating between decorating cookies and doing some Christmas themed karaoke. The night ultimately ended when the both of you crashed from your sugar highs on the couch, not even waking until Dodger came and nudged you in the face, annoyed.

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Christmas morning came quick and unfortunately that meant both you and Chris had to be up bright and early for the party at his parents house. It had been a good couple of months since you’d seen them all last.

After a couple of groans and tossing around, you managed to find the legs to leave the bed as Chris did the same. The two of you went your separate ways and did the necessary tasks before you later met at the front door. You and Chris both had your ugly sweaters on, even Dodger had one on as he was coming along too. In your hand, you held a bin of the cookies from the night before and in the other you held dodger’s leash as he practically pulled you out the door. Chris, who was chuckling at the dog’s excitement, trailed behind with the many gifts for his family members.

The Evans clan greeted you both with open arms, quite literally, as you were engulfed by all of his siblings at once. Poor Dodger was thrown into the mix and got a bit squished, but he enjoyed the embrace nonetheless.

As soon as you and Chris stepped foot into the house and the door shut behind you, Chris’s sisters ushered you into the kitchen where you just looked back to your boyfriend who gave you a thumbs up and a cheesy grin. Little did you know that you were about to learn the most sacred thing about the family, which is their gingerbread recipe. For a good couple of hours, you chatted with the ladies and helped tediously decorate gingerbread while Chris and the guys were in the other room. Occasionally he’d pass by and steal some cookies to which you’d smack him. The man would quickly retract his hand and like a child in a cookie jar, he’d dash away, but not before placing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Once dinner was served, everyone sat around the table, quieted down, stomachs full and feeling a food coma from the endless amount of servings. You and Chris managed to fight the urge to rest and instead collected dishes to wash. Just as you started scrubbing the dirtied plate Chris had handed you, he nudged your hip with his own. In confusion you turned to the man who motioned for you to look up.

Resting above your heads was a tiny piece of mistletoe, delicately hanging by a little silk ribbon. You lowered your gaze back to the man who had turned and now placed his hands on your hips. Pulling you flush against his chest, Chris kissed you deeply, prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck. Suddenly, you heard some cheering and could feel a protruding smile on Chris’s lips. Looking towards the direction of the sound, you saw the shutters on the kitchen pass through open, allowing everyone in the dining room to peek in.

“I was just about to give you guys some more dishes, but I should’ve known you both were up to no good. Thankfully your niece and nephews are in the other room!” Scott then set down the dishes and dramatically shut the mini doors making both you and Chris laugh.

“I’m hoping you won’t remember your first Evans’ Christmas for this.” Chris still had his arms wrapped around your waist and smiled down on you with a glimmer of hope.

Letting out a breathy laugh, you replied, “You and I both know I will, but hopefully there will be plenty more of these to come.” With that, you trailed your fingers up to his hair and gently tussled the locks, earning yourself a soft kiss on the temple from the satisfied man.

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In Love

Title: In Love Summary: Everyone knew you and Tom were in love, except for you two Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader Prompt: #7 That couple that everyone knew they're in love but them Warnings: Friends to lovers, fluff,  Word Count: 813 This was written for the @fangirlovestuff ‘s Birthday Challenge

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If you needed to talk with someone at 4 am because you couldn’t sleep, that would be Tom. If he needed you late at night, you were there for him too. You two grew inseparable after meeting at the set of Midnight in Paris. You became best friends instantly. 

All your friends and family assumed you two were a thing but nobody believed it when either of you said you were just good friends. Even your parents treated him like if he was your boyfriend. Not long ago, a rumor was spread that Tom and you were official because they spotted you leaving the building where he lives hand in hand with him. Every interview or premiere or somewhere where reporters were involved either of you would get asked about the relationship with the other. It was funny to see how they couldn’t believe in your friendship.

As you said before, you met Tom a long time ago, and you couldn’t deny how beautiful he is. Yes, you had a crush on him, but the more you met him, the more confidence you had with him, and the bond you created was better than a possible breakup because he didn’t feel the same way as you.

A few months ago, you started to date Damon,  a cute guy you met through a friend in common. Of course, Tom was aware of the development of your relationship and your happiness meant everything for him, even if it meant not being the man you choose to date. 

Unfortunately, that relationship never made it. Damon wasn’t able to handle the pressure of comparison of the relationship you had with Tom. It was the best for both. The day of the breakup, you’d promised Tom to call, and you didn’t because you weren’t in the mood of chatting, so he texted you

TH: Hey beautiful! Are you home?

Ten minutes later, he texted again

TH: Please call me when you’re home. Don’t make me worry

Half an hour later, he texted again

TH: Hope to see you tomorrow. I’ve missed talking with you today

You decided to answer and then turned off your phone

YN: I’m home. See you tomorrow Xx

The next day it was the birthday party of your grandmother, and she had asked Tom to come to the party. He was another grandchild for her. When you arrived at the party, everyone noticed you weren’t in your best mood. You were too easy to read.  You went to congratulate your grandmother and Tom was with her.

-Hi guys! Happy birthday, nana! — You kissed her on the cheek -Hi Y/N! How are you? — Tom greeted you with a hug -Hi sweetie. Thank you for coming — She said — I’ll leave you two to talk — she added The air between you and Tom was weird. You weren’t feeling ok and you were about to breakdown. -Dove, is everything ok? — he asked you and noticed your eyes tearing up — Come here — he led you to a table -Damon dumped me — you said and finally, you let the tears fall -I’m so sorry honey — Tom approached you — What happened? -He told me he wasn’t ready to date me because of those stupid rumors — you sniffled You and Tom were alone in the room. You could freely talk about it without the interruptions of your parents -If he was really interested in you, he would’ve believed you instead of those rumors — Tom said with his heartbreaking. Because of him, you weren’t able to date anyone. -I don’t understand -What sweetheart? -Every guy I tried to date, all said that we are in love and that we are too blind to notice. But we are just good friends Tom’s heart broke into a thousand pieces. You considered him a friend. He put on a brave face, encouraged himself, and sighed -I’m sorry — he admitted -What for? It’s not your fault — you said -Yes it is because I’m a coward for not admitting that I love you — he put a hand on your cheek drying a tear with his thumb -What? — you were perplexed — You… You love me? -Yes, with all my heart since the day I’ve met you. Y/N, I… -I love you too Tom — you interrupted him -You do? — You nodded and a few more tears fell With his free hand, he put a stray hair behind your ear and then grabbed your hand -May I? — he asked and you nodded He kissed you, with all his heart. His lips were soft and caring. When he broke the kiss for air, he pressed his forehead against yours and you both smiled.  -Finally — someone from behind yelled -You’re welcome kids — your nana said and everyone laughed

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[nekoannie-chan]

No option

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant enhanced!Reader & Brock Rumlow X Sinthea Schmidt

Word count: 1117 words.

Summary: For two years you and your best friend were planning you revenge, now the plan was for Steve to be on your side.

Warnings: Reader is HYDRA.

A/N: This is my entry to the @fangirlovestuff‘s Birthday Challenge with prompt #19:

“Partners in crime.”

Also my entry to the @hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall‘s 500 Follower Challenge with song lyric:

“I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun.”

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You last checked the list, you already carried everything you needed, you walked the streets trying to keep your profile low, you had stayed hidden from a few months before, however as you went through a newspaper stand you stopped, and a headline had caught your eye, smiled. 

"We were trying hard when everything was easier," you thought as you bought the paper. You rushed to where you lived, you needed to tell your best friend the news, in the end, the last plan had been successful, now they would probably never look for them again. 

"Brock, I have great news!" You exclaimed when you walked into the house. 

"Unless you've found a mutant who can heal wounds or the Avengers are dead, it's not great news," Brock growled. 

"Almost," you responded by putting the paper in front of him. 

Brock opened his eyes surprised as he read the header, a crooked smile appeared on his face.

"I always thought you were the best, even before Strucker subjected you to experimentation.” 

"That only enhanced my powers, I suppose we should tell your girlfriend...” 

"Sin's too busy, rather we should think we'll do now that they're separated.” 

"Maybe it's time for my come back, Steve's probably very desperate and he'd do anything, in the end now he's one of the most wanted fugitives," you said. 

"That means they're not going to look for us anymore.” 

"No, that means you're legally dead and I'm still missing.” 

"The only thing I would worry about would be Maximoff...” 

"Maximoff is no match for me, I've been in her mind, its chaos, she thinks his twin is dead, well everyone believes that not counting that our plan worked perfectly," you interrupted him. “It would also be nice if we got the Soldier back...”

“First Rogers and then the Soldier will be easy.” 

"Then we have work to do.”

One week took you to find out Steve's new location, you already knew all the details of what happened in the Civil War, then you would figure how to get Barnes out of Wakanda without anyone else noticing or if things went well you would do it with Steve's help. 

"Y/N, are you sure about this?” Brock questioned. 

"Of course, they think they've already defeated HYDRA, but they've all done what we wanted.”

You were walking down the street, you knew that was the day Steve went to the market to buy some food and find out what was going on. Steve was watching the paper holding a person at the front table, they were still looking for him, they probably would do it all his life, he wasn't sure when he could stand running, contacting the others was complicated, if they weren't careful, they could leave some trace and find them. He wasn't sure if they'd go back to the Raft, although they'd most certainly take them to another prison more safely to prevent them from escaping again.

He turned and felt his heart beating fast, blinked several times, couldn't believe what he had just seen, you were missing for just over two years, he immediately got up, left the money to pay the food and hastened his step, all that time he thought you were dead, he didn't know if it was a hallucination or if you were there. 

“Y/N!” He called you.  

You stopped when you heard your name, you turned slowly until you face him. 

"Steve, it's been a long time.” 

"Where have you been? I thought that day...” 

"I had to run away, you may not understand, but my best friend and I have been hiding all this time," you replied. 

"That is not possible, Rumlow is dead and because of him, they created the Sokovia Accords.”

"Dead? No, I can assure you he is not.” 

Steve didn't understand what was going on, yet he agreed to go with you, when he got to the house and saw Brock practically pounced him, you managed to separate them.

"What's wrong with you, Steve?” 

"It's all his fault...” 

“What? But we've been here the last few months.” 

"How do you explain Lagos?” Steve exasperated. 

"What happened in Lagos?”

"Rumlow, don't ask stupid things...” 

"Steve, we don't know what you're talking about, Brock doesn't get out of here, and don’t you see his condition?” 

Steve showed you the videos of that incident, both you and Brock pretended to be surprised, of course, they knew what had happened, and that was the first part of his revenge plan. 

"Steve, that's not Brock, I'm pretty sure that was a trap, there are mutants who can change their shape, they can even look like people we know," you explained. 

"What you mean?” 

"Probably, maybe Ross just needed a pretext for the Accords," you replied. 

"We did belong to HYDRA, but we had a good reason," Brock said.

"I can't find any reason for that," Steve refuted. 

"Brock and I were neighbours since we were kids, we've known each other all our lives, my parents died, they'd send me to an orphanage, and I decided to escape, while Brock's father beat him, that's when we ran away.” 

"Two children alone in the world is not the safest thing, a HYDRA agent found us and that's when we found a new home," Brock continued. 

"But you were able to choose...”

"And that's what we did, after the battle at the Triskelion I escaped, but I found out Brock was in the hospital, the doctors said it was a miracle that he survived, then we hid, we knew everyone would look for us.” 

"I thought you were dead, I was looking for you too, you could have asked me for help," Steve complained.

“I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints, the sinners are much more fun.” 

"Rogers you're wrong, they weren't even going to listen to us, they'd immediately lock us up in the Raft.” 

"I can’t leave my best friend behind. Steve, you're wanted too, you're a runaway like us, you're nothing to them but a criminal," you said. 

"Accept it, we are now partners in crime," Brock said.

“Partners in crime”, it didn't sound so bad to Steve, you were right, now it didn't matter what he did in the past for his country, all they cared about now was that he hadn't signed the Accords. You put your hand on Steve's forehead and entered his mind, very easily you started manipulating everything that was there, and Captain America no longer existed and would never come back. 

“What is the next step?” Brock questioned. 

"Make the Roxxon Company explode, I hear you have... a very interesting experiment," you responded as you smiled.

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[nekoannie-chan]

Sin opción

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora mutante altera y Brock Rumlow X Sinthea Schmidt

Palabras: 1085 palabras.

Sinopsis: Durante dos años tú y tu mejor amigo estuvieron planeando su venganza, ahora el plan era que Steve fuera de su equipo.  

Advertencias: La lectora es HYDRA.

N/A: Esta es mi entrada para Fangirlovestuff‘s Birthday Challenge con la frase #19:

“Cómplices de crímenes.”

Y mi entrada para Hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall‘s 500 Follower Challenge with la letra de la canción:

“Prefiero reírme con los pecadores que llorar con los santos, los pecadores son mucho más divertidos.”

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Checaste por última vez la lista, ya llevabas todo lo que necesitaban, caminabas por las calles tratando de mantener el perfil bajo, se habían mantenido escondidos desde unos meses antes, sin embargo al pasar por un puesto de periódico te detuviste, un encabezado te había llamado la atención, sonreíste.

«Tanto que nos estábamos esforzando cuando el camino era más fácil», pensaste mientras comprabas el periódico. Te apresuraste a llegar a donde vivían, necesitabas contarle a tu mejor amigo la noticia, a final de cuentas el último plan había sido exitoso, ahora probablemente nunca más los buscarían.

— ¡Brock tengo una gran noticia! —exclamaste cuando entraste a la casa.

—A menos que hayas encontrado un mutante que pueda curar heridas o que los Vengadores estén muertos no es una gran noticia —Brock gruñó.

—Casi —respondiste poniendo el periódico enfrente de él.

Brock abrió los ojos sorprendido al leer el encabezado, una sonrisa torcida se dibujó en su rostro.

—Siempre creí que eras la mejor, incluso antes de que Strucker te sometiera a la experimentación.

—Eso únicamente amplificó mis poderes, supongo que deberíamos decirle a tu novia…

—Sin está muy ocupada, más bien debemos pensar que haremos ahora que están separados.

—Quizás sea momento de mi regreso, probablemente Steve está muy desesperado y haría cualquier cosa, a final de cuentas ahora es el prófugo más —dijiste.

—Eso significa que ya no van a buscarnos.

—No, eso significa que legalmente tú está muerto y yo sigo desaparecida.

—La única que me preocuparía sería Maximoff...

—Maximoff no es rival para mí, he estado en su mente, es un caos, cree que su mellizo está muerto, bueno todo el mundo cree eso, sin contar que nuestro plan funcionó a la perfección —lo interrumpiste—. También sería bueno que recuperáramos al Soldado…

—Primero Rogers y luego el Soldado será fácil.

—Entonces tenemos trabajo por hacer.

Una semana les tomó averiguar la nueva locación de Steve, ya sabían todos los detalles de lo ocurrido en la Guerra Civil, luego se las ingeniarían para sacar a Barnes de Wakanda sin que nadie más se diera cuenta o si las cosas salían bien lo harían con la ayuda de Steve.

—T/N, ¿estás segura de esto? —cuestionó Brock.

—Por supuesto, ellos creen que ya derrotaron a HYDRA, pero todos han hecho lo que nosotros queríamos.

Caminabas por la calle, sabías que ese era el día en el que Steve iba a los puestos a comprar algo de comida e informarse de lo que sucedía. Steve estaba viendo el periódico que sostenía una persona en la mesa de enfrente, aún lo seguían buscando, probablemente lo harían durante toda su vida, no estaba seguro de cuando tiempo podría soportar huyendo, contactar a los demás era complicado, si no eran cuidadosos podrían dejar algún rastro y encontrarlos. No estaba seguro si regresarían al Raft, aunque lo más seguro es que los llevarían a otra prisión con mayor seguridad para evitar que volvieran a escapar.

Volteó y sintió como su corazón latía con rapidez, parpadeó varias veces, no podía creer lo que acababa de ver, tenías desaparecida poco más de dos años, de inmediato se levantó, dejó el dinero para pagar lo que había consumido y apresuró su paso, todo ese tiempo creyó que estabas muerta, no sabía si era una alucinación o si realmente estabas ahí.

— ¡T/N! —te llamó.

Te detuviste al escuchar tu nombre, volteaste lentamente hasta quedar frente a él.

—Steve, ha pasado mucho tiempo.

— ¿Dónde has estado? Creí que ese día…

—Tuve que huir, quizás no lo entiendas, pero mi mejor amigo y yo hemos estado escondidos todo este tiempo —respondiste.

—Eso no es posible, Rumlow está muerto y por su culpa crearon los Acuerdos de Sokovia.

— ¿Muerto? No, te puedo asegurar que no es así.

Steve no entendía lo que pasaba, sin embargo accedió a ir contigo, al llegar a la casa y ver a Brock prácticamente se le abalanzó, te las ingeniaste para poder separarlos.

— ¿Qué te pasa Steve?

—Todo es culpa de él…

— ¿Qué? Pero si los últimos meses hemos estado aquí.

— ¿Cómo explicas lo de Lagos? —inquirió Steve exasperado.

— ¿Qué ocurrió en Lagos?

—Rumlow, no preguntes estupideces…

—Steve, no sabemos de qué hablas, Brock no sale de aquí, ¿no ves su condición?

Steve les mostró los vídeos de dicho incidente, tanto tú como Brock pretendieron estar sorprendidos, por supuesto que sabían lo que había pasado, de hecho esa fue la primer parte de su plan de venganza.

—Steve, ese no es Brock, estoy casi segura que eso fue una trampa, hay mutantes que pueden cambiar de forma, incluso pueden tomar la forma de personas que conocemos —explicaste.

— ¿Quieres decir que fue una trampa?

—Probablemente, tal vez Ross sólo necesitaba un pretexto para lo de los Acuerdos —respondiste.

—Nosotros si pertenecíamos a HYDRA, pero teníamos una buena razón —dijo Brock.

—No encuentro ningún motivo para eso —refutó Steve.

—Brock y yo éramos vecinos desde niños, nos conocemos de toda la vida, mis padres murieron, me mandarían a un orfanatorio y decidí escapar, mientras que el padre de Brock lo golpeaba, fue cuando huimos.

—Dos niños solos en el mundo no es lo más seguro, un agente de HYDRA nos encontró y fue cuando encontramos un nuevo hogar —continuó Brock.

—Pero pudieron elegir…

—Eso hicimos, después del ataque en el Triskelion escapé, pero me enteré que Brock estaba en el hospital, los médicos dijeron que fue un milagro que sobreviviera, luego nos escondimos, sabíamos que todos nos buscarían.

—Creí que estabas muerta, también te estuve buscando, pudiste haberme pedido ayuda —Steve se quejó.

—Prefiero reírme con los pecadores que llorar con los santos, los pecadores son mucho más divertidos. 

—Rogers estás equivocado, ni siquiera nos iban a escuchar, inmediatamente nos encerrarían en el Raft.

—No podía abandonar a mi mejor amigo, Steve, a ti también te buscan, eres un fugitivo como nosotros, para ellos no eres nada más que un criminal —dijiste.

—Acéptalo, ahora somos compañeros de crímenes —comentó Brock.

“Cómplices de crímenes”, no sonaba tan mal para Steve, tenían razón, ahora no importaba lo que hizo en el pasado por su país, lo único que les importaba ahora era que él no había firmado los Acuerdos. Pusiste tu mano en la frente de Steve y entraste a su mente, con mucha facilidad comenzaste a manipular todo lo que había ahí, ya no existía el Capitán América y nunca más regresaría.

— ¿Cuál es el siguiente paso? —cuestionó Brock.

—Hacer que la Compañía Roxxon explote, escuché que tienen…un experimento muy interesante —respondiste mientras sonreías.

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