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ot5ismyhome · 3 years

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8. It’s okay to reach out

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After dinner, Steve and Wanda hired a cab to Huangpu river. Steve booked them a private boat tour for the two. They sailed the extravagant boat enjoying the scenery. Steve told Wanda about his childhood. To Wanda’s surprise there was barely a story without Bucky in it. She knew about their past but she didn’t think they were childhood friends. By the way Steve talked about Bucky, Wanda knew a part of him still like the ex-rebel. As she teased Steve about Bucky, he got flustered and started stammering.

“Awww, you turn into a 16-year-old kid at the mention of his name” she laughed. “Tell me more.” A smile was playing on her lips as she was curious to learn about Steve’s past.

“Well, there was one time when we were thrown off the theatres ‘cause I picked up a fight with a guy. He was catcalling a lady and I tried to punch him. I wasn't much of a fighter back then. I ended up getting beaten before Bucky saved me” he smiled fondly looking back at the memory. “The manager threw us out and made sure we would never come inside. We went back to my place where-”

“You guys kissed?” Wanda prompted. Heat spread across Steve’s face and blush crept across his cheeks.

Steve cleared his throat trying to regain his composure. “Well, he patched me up and yeah we kissed.” His face reddened more recalling the incident.

“You’re blushing” she laughed.

“Shut up” he shouted, pushing her away playfully.

…..

After a good night’s rest in the luxury aircraft, the duo arrived at Townville, Australia. By dawn, they set out to the Great Barrier Reef. They got into their scuba gear and delved into the sea. The night sea was completely different from what one sees in the day. Wanda had always wanted to scuba dive but had never got a chance before. They looked as the reef bore countless eyes; gleaming in the darkness. The crustaceans crawled around as the night intensified. The Giant Trevally and the Moray eels swum around them unbothered. The reef sharks who try to avoid encounters with the land beings at any cost, scurried away. Everything around them posed a soothing scenery.

Steve gently nudged Wanda as he pointed a bit further. At first Wanda wasn’t able to recognise the unmoving creature on the seafloor, near the corals. Then she realised it was a turtle taking its nap. They swam slowly near it but stopped at a distance. After clicking a few shots, they were about to swim away but Wanda felt a small nudge from behind. She turned around to see a reef shark of about five feet bumping against her. She let out a small scream and the mouthpiece slipped away. She replaced it as she approached the new companion gingerly. It was curious as it was circling and bumping gently against them but soon lost interest and swam away. But they managed to take a few clicks with the curious creature.

The duo got in the boat after enjoying the beauty of the nocturnal creatures. Wanda got out of the scuba gear and sat in the bow overlooking the vast sea in front of her. Steve threw her a towel as he settled down next to her. They sat together admiring the dark sky littered with stars being reflected in the serene water below. As the yacht anchored in the pier, Steve and Wanda walked to the nearby beach.

They spread a picnic blanket and settled down facing the sea. The cool breeze had dried off their hair and clothes. Wanda laid down on the blanket.

“I wish I could take a sunbath here.”

Steve laughed, “I will pass.”

“Do you miss your human life?” Wanda asked, turning to face him.

“Who wouldn’t? Immortality has its perks but it comes with a price.”

“Don’t give me the ancient vampire shit.”

“What can I say? When you’re wise and old you gotta share it.”

Wanda laughed at his response. He laid on her back staring at the stars. The cool breeze cradled her tired and aching body and she slowly felt herself drifting into sleep. Later at night she was woken up by Steve. Sleepily they made their way to the airport where Steve’s personal pilot was waiting with the private jet.

When Wanda woke up next, they were flying 40,000 feet above land. She groggily rubbed her eyes and stretched in her seat. She noticed that Steve was sleeping in the seat opposite to her. She slowly got up and went to the kitchen cabinet. She snatched a couple of chips packets and returned to her seat. As she settled down, Steve woke up hearing the rustling.

“Hey sleepyhead.”

“Hey” he smiled.

“Where to next?”

“I had another place in mind but we can’t right now. We will go some other time” he offered.

“Sure. What was the place?”

“Antarctica”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me” she exclaimed.

“Am not” he replied leaning forward as he snatched a chips packet and settled back in his chair.

“I have never seen you this laid back and” she paused. “Spontaneous” she added after a moment. “The Steve Rogers I know is insanely calculated and prudent.”

“I am taking that as a compliment” he said, smirking. “Anyway, what do you say about the trip?”

“You are fun but you chose to be boring.”

“What?” he whined. “That’s your take away? I’m never taking you anywhere after this!” he declared dramatically. Wanda laughed, shaking her head. She stared out of the window at the night sky. Comfortable silence settled between them as they admired the stars trailing the dark canvas.

“Steve” Wanda called looking at the man in front of her. “I will go to therapy.”

Steve didn’t reply anything as he smiled warmly. He crossed over to her side and pulled her into a sideways hug resting his chin on her head. Wanda smiled as she held him back.

…..

New York

“We need to bring in The Council of Five. They are out of control. They killed our man and appointed another one in his place” said Giyera.

“We can’t go butting heads with them. We need to make ATCU semi-public. And we need a diplomatic public face” replied the old man sitting in the chair behind the desk, his lit cigarette lying forgotten in the ashtray. Gideon Malick was a well-known name among the business community and politicians. He had influence over almost every act of the government and he liked the power. His father had left the business to him and his brother. After eliminating his brother, Gideon became the sole heir of the empire. And his daughter will take over one day.

The events of the past few months had completely hindered Malick’s weapon deal with the Legion. He didn’t just lose two of his best men, four months back. He lost an eye inside The Council and The Stark Industries. Trying to infiltrate their units is a tedious task which will take time he doesn’t have. So, he came up with another plan. If everything goes as planned, he can open the weapon smuggling in no time.

“Sir, do you have someone in mind?” asked Giyera, breaking Malick out of his thoughts.

“Her” he replied, tossing a file across the table to the man. Giyera opened it to reveal the file of a woman.

“Rosalind Pierce is right for the job” Malick said more to himself than to Giyera.

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Chapter 9

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lovehugsandcandy · 5 years

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Perfect Day (Rafael x MC, OH)

A/N: This was a request from @cpt-indigo, who wanted “Rafael x MC, road trip.” I really hope you like this. Thank you so much for SUCH a fun request; I had a lot of fun writing this for you and I really hope you enjoy. I am so so so sorry it took so long. Eternally grateful to @akrenich for editing, fixing my comma addiction, and keeping me honest as I step outside my comfort zone.

Pairing: Rafael x MC, OH

Length: 2,735 words

Rating: PG-13 (Swearing? But like, minor swears?)

Summary: Casey and Rafael do not sell seashells by the sea shore. They do a lot of other things though.

Tags: I took everyone off tags because I think ya’ll want a Colt story and this is not a Colt story and I have no idea what I’m doing and I don’t want to spam anyone.

There was another knock at the door, the second one in less than three minutes, and Casey swore under her breath, digging under the couch cushion.

“I’ll get it!” Sienna bounced by and Casey jumped on top of the couch to grab her. They were the only two awake in the house and Casey knew she should let her roommate open the door; she didn’t want to wake anyone else up. But she just… she wanted to answer the door, to be the one to greet him. She just needed her goddamned keys.

She glared, balancing on her perch on top of the couch, finally letting go of Sienna’s arm. “Do not get that door. Do not touch that door. Give me a minute.”

Sienna stared at her, starting to edge away, slowly walking backwards, as if Casey was a wild animal about to pounce.

“Okaaay...”

Casey dove off the couch and continued her search. "I just need a minute."

“Does this mean you don’t want the cookies?”

She looked up from behind a cushion. “You made cookies?”

Sienna laughed, sauntering to the kitchen. “Right now, I think Rafael deserves them more than you.”

Casey groaned and reached; finally, she felt metal at the tips of her fingers, just a little further— got it. “Thank God!” Clutching the keys, she ran to the door and pulled it open. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Rafael smiled at her, impossibly handsome as always.

“Come in.” Casey smoothed down her hair. With the lost key fiasco, she forgot that she was nervous but now, at the sight of him, the familiar butterflies were back. They always seemed to reappear when he was around; she couldn’t tell if they were drawn in by his courage, his honesty, his love for his family, or his devotion to the community. Or maybe it was the wave in his hair, the quirk of his lips when he smiled, the jacket that hid the t-shirt that hid the muscles. Crap. Casey really liked him.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go? I can give you more time.” The quirk of the lips was back, a half-smile that she just wanted to kiss.

She shook her head. “I just need to get my bag.”

“And the cookies!” Sienna reappeared, chocolate chip cookies in hand, enclosed in tissue paper, red ribbon giving them a festive touch. She handed them over with a grin. “Hi, Rafael.”

“Oh wow, are those for us? Thank you!”

“You need road trip food!”

Casey grabbed her backpack, pulling Sienna in for a hug. “Thank you, you are the best and I love you.” Dropping her voice, she whispered, “I’m sorry if I was mean about the door.”

Sienna laughed. “No sweat. Now, shoo, go have fun.”

With one last wave, Casey grabbed Rafael’s hand and pulled him out to the street, squinting into the sunshine. He opened the car door for her and she threw her bag in. “Thank you, good sir.”

He smiled at her, eyes soft, leaning into a bow before climbing into the driver’s seat himself.

“Do we have everything?” His hair caught the morning light, a soft glow that brightened his features. Casey already thought he was an angel but now he looked it, too, halo of light around his head as he sat in the driver’s seat.

He caught her staring and she blushed, clearing her throat. “I think so...Playlist?”

“Double check. I have two.” He held up his phone.

“Phone charger?”

He pointed to the USB cord between them. “Check.”

“Twizzlers?”

“Ch- wait what? That seems like an unhealthy choice for a doctor...”

She swatted his arm. “I can’t go on a road trip without Twizzlers! Also, these, obviously.” She opened the cookies, handing one over.

He took a bite, one arm on the steering wheel. “Ready to go?”

Casey pulled open the GPS on her phone. “Let’s go, Superman,” She had never been to Cape Cod, hadn’t been to many places in Massachusetts, but Rafael had been nothing but generous with his time, showing her around Boston, taking her in a helicopter, even introducing her to his grandmother. She was excited to see another landmark in the area and even more excited to be doing it with Rafael by her side.

“Oh my God, it says two hours!” Apparently, they were not the only ones headed down the Cape on a beautiful day. “You know, this would have been 15 minutes in the helicopter.”

“The helicopter is also only used for medical emergencies.”

She batted her eyes at him. “But what if the emergency is that I really want to go to the beach or I’ll die?”

He shot her a wry grin before lacing their fingers together and kissing the back of her hand. “Well, maybe we can find you a paramedic to save the day.”

“Make it a handsome paramedic and you’re on.” She gave his hand a squeeze, wondering if this was what total contentment felt like.

~~~~~

The drive took a long time but for Casey, it seemed to go by in a flash. She and Rafael talked and laughed and ate junk food and bickered over music and she stole kisses when they were completely stopped. She didn’t think she would mind if they never got out of the car.

Finally, the GPS directed them into the parking lot, rows of cars between them and the most gorgeous beach she had ever seen in her life. The sand stretched to the left as far as she could see; on the right, above the rocks and crashing surf, a clam shack stood, a few seagulls squawking around, looking for morsels.

“Oh, I love it!”

He ducked his head. “My family used to come down here sometime in the summers. We would drive down and spend the day in the sand.”

She paused, watching him. “Thank you for sharing it with me.” She liked the idea of him as a child, building sandcastles in the sand. She liked learning even more about him, every small piece of his past. She grabbed his hand, leading him down to the beach, past sunbathers and laughing children to snag a prime piece of real estate.

“Does this look good?”

“This looks great,” Rafael spread out a huge sheet, weighting down the corners with bags and shoes.

Casey wiggled her toes in the sand. “You came prepared!”

“Paramedics are always prepared!” He looked affronted.

“I thought that was the Boy Scouts.”

“Maybe Boy Scouts are just juvenile paramedics.” He grabbed a tube from his bag. “Sunscreen?”

“If you’re offering.” She relaxed under his touch, relishing his strong hands as they massaged her neck, arms, back. “Have I mentioned how amazing you are at that?”

A shy smile. “Maybe a couple times.”

“A couple million times, now get over here, you.” She grabbed the sunscreen from him, applying a generous blob to his nose, then his back. “I can’t have my Superman getting sun burnt.”

T-shirt off, he was every bit the hunk that the nurses talked about. She grinned to herself, gliding her hands in slow circles down the muscles of his back, feeling his sides twitch when she hit a sensitive spot. Sure, they all knew how handsome he was. But she was the only one who knew his heart, the goodness that emanated from every pore of this man. They could look all they wanted; she was the one who got to stand next to the hero.

“Did you want to go in the water?”

She raised her eyebrows at him. “Race ya?”

“Ok, su-” He trailed off as she sprinted away. “Hey! Cheater!”

Casey laughed; she could hear footsteps behind her but she didn’t dare look, didn’t dare turn around and lose momentum. She was so close. So. Close.

“Aaaahh!!” Strong hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her off the ground as she laughed and laughed and laughed. He swung her around, grinning ear-to-ear.

“You cheated.”

She couldn’t stop laughing, burrowing her face in his shoulders as he carried her further into the ocean. Oh no. She could see where this was going. “Wait....wait...” She was laughing too hard to get the words out.

“One...two...THREE.” Rafael swung her, trying to toss her into the water, waist-deep now.”

Casey held on, tight, arms wrapped around his neck for dear life. He tried to throw her but couldn’t and they both tumbled into the surf. When Casey emerged, wiping water from her eyes, tasting salt and sand, Rafael stood over her, water dripping from his hair, droplets sliding down his face.

“Casey?”

“Yeah?”

“I won.” He grinned as she sputtered at him. She couldn’t stay mad long and wrapped him in a hug, his warmth warding off the chill from the water.

“Hey, Rafael?”

“Yeah?”

She kissed his cheek, then cupped his cheek for a chaste kiss, salt and happiness on his lips. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For coming up with this idea. For showing me this place.” She shrugged. “For being you.”

He held her close, one kiss fading into the next as the water lapped around them.

~~~~~

They walked down the beach, collecting seashells and swapping stories. They went back in the water when it got too hot, body surfing and splashing each other. They hung out on the sand, sharing a pair of earbuds, using them as an excuse to lie close. When they got hungry and ran out of cookies, Casey looked down the beach. “Wanna hit the crab shack?”

“You read my mind.”

Together, they packed up their things to put into the car then walked hand-in-hand to get lunch. After five minutes of indecision (both the lobster roll and the fried clams looked amazing), Rafael wisely broke the stalemate.

“You get one, I’ll get the other, and we share?”

Casey had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss his nose. “You are a genius.”

Both of the options looked better than they’d thought and Casey’s mouth watered as they sat at one of the picnic tables. The surf crashed behind them, the sun was high in the sky. Casey had amazing food in front of her, an amazing man next to her. Was this heaven?

“Ok, let’s split it.” He grabbed half of his lobster roll, sliding it on her plate, while she did the same with the clams. “I’ll get more napkins.”

He made it three steps when disaster struck. Casey would have screamed if she had more time to react but, suddenly, there was a commotion above her, around her, flapping wings and squawking cries and then? A violent robbery.

She was covering her head, trying to protect herself from the aerial assault, but they were everywhere. Rafael ran back the three steps, waving his arms around, trying to get the seagulls to disperse. He was yelling or laughing or both at the same time; she didn’t know. All she could do was duck and laugh.

By the time he had chased them away, they had stolen all her fries, most of the clams, and half the lobster roll. She frowned as she trudged back to the line, trailing behind Rafael, gripping his hand, warm and solid in hers. “Stupid seagulls.”

He laughed, arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. “You know they can sense weakness, right? They knew you would leave the food undefended.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Weakness? I’ll show you weakness!”

He dodged her hands as she lunged, trying to tickle him into submission, fingertips gliding under clothes and over smooth skin. They were laughing so loud that the woman at the counter had to yell “NEXT!” six times before she got their attention.

~~~~~

“I am so full!”

Rafael opened his book next to her. “I told you it was good.”

She sprawled out, utterly content. “I’m totally going to go walk it off.”

“Really.”

“Uh huh. After maybe just one tiny nap.”

He laughed, running his hand through her hair, lightly pulling on the drying curls. “Sure thing, Sleeping Beauty.”

She was going to respond, she really was going to, but she was so full and the sun was so warm and the salt in the air was so relaxing that when she opened her eyes again, she was shocked to see that he wasn’t next to her anymore and the sun had moved across the sky, changing the angles of the shadows along the sand.

“Huh? Rafael?”

She looked up, shielding her eyes. He was standing up, looking intently into the ocean.

“Rafael?”

He didn’t seem to hear her, started walking away, when a sharp whistle, three blasts, made her jump. Rafael started running, sprinting to the water as Casey sat up, still groggy. There was a commotion, a yelling, a lifeguard running into the water, Rafael hot on his heels.

“Oh crap.” Casey jumped up, scanning the water, trying to see what they were looking at. She followed, but couldn’t see anything out of place. Another lifeguard, barely a teenager, sprinted by her with a huge plastic stretcher, and Casey realized she had to move.

She followed, racing to the edge of the beach, hand shielding her eyes. She couldn’t see Rafael anymore, almost started yelling for him, when there was a splash, more splashes, and a yell and there he was, he was swimming, then carrying someone, a woman, unconscious, out of the water. Crap.

“Quick.” She grabbed the stretcher, putting in down on the sand for a stable surface. “Rafael, here!” She screamed and waved to him, relieved when he headed her way, moving carefully, cradling the woman’s body, the other lifeguard trailing behind her.

It was like being back at work, the efficiency with which they moved. He lowered the woman onto the stretcher as Casey knelt, two fingers to her neck, ear to her mouth. “No respiration, no pulse.”

Rafael dropped to the ground, ready to step in, but Casey waved him off. “No, you just saved her. I need fresh arms. You.” She pointed to the lifeguard, who cautiously came closer.

“Me?”

“Yes, you. Get over here. You’re on chest compressions. Rafael, get an ambulance here.”

Rafael and the other lifeguard took off, back towards the beach, as Casey turned towards the lifeguard. She originally thought he was in high school but, up close, she wondered if that was an overestimate. How old could you be before you could work? Jesus.

“Do you know CPR?”

“Uhhh...... I mean, I took a class.”

Casey took a deep breath. “I give her two breaths, you do 30 compressions. Right here. Count out loud.”

The lifeguard was turning green. Crap.

“Hey. We can do this, ok? You ready?” She rubbed his shoulder, trying to transmit some of her calm.

Finally, the lifeguard met her eye. “Ok. We can do this.”

“Good.” Casey tipped her head back, carefully, and delivered two slow, steady breaths, watching the compressions. “One and two and three and-”

All she could do was breath and count and hope that, this time, it would be enough.

~~~~~

She heard the siren wail, the ambulance weaving through the parked cars to get to the street. Rafael wrapped his arms around her waist. “You ok?”

“Yeah...” She let her head drop on his shoulder. “I hope she’s ok.”

He nodded, eyes distantly gazing over her. “They know what they are doing. I think we got her in time.”

“I wish I could have done more,” she frowned.

“Well, you always are taking care of everyone else, your friends, your patients.” He kissed her forehead. “Maybe you should let someone else take care of things for a while.”

She smiled up at him and watched the reflection in the waves, sun low over the water. They stood there, in silence, holding tight to each other in the sea breeze.

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

~~~~~

They found their blanket and packed up their things, heading back to the car in comfortable silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Opening the door, she took one last look at the beach, the waves, the sun sinking into the horizon, and got in the car.

“Hey, Rafael?”

“Yeah?”

“This was a perfect day.”

He looked at her. “Uh, besides the woman who almost drowned.”

“And the traffic.”

“And the seagulls.”

She looked at him, watching the setting sun reflect in his eyes.

“Hey, Rafael?”

“Yeah?”

“.......This was a perfect day.”

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