Just made this a few days ago - and its hopefully going to be featured in avengersforever.org along with all my other fanfics.
Captain America
“Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot…”
Part one.
“Are you sure, you know what you’re doing?... nyet, fine…” catching herself before she started sounding like a mother - she raises her hands in a mock surrender gesture. “…you know what you are doing.”. This last statement said in an exasperated tone. He looks at her, and half remembers, the young spy in training all those years ago – though truth be told, for him it seemed just about some months back.. Its still the same face, slightly older – definitely more assured of herself, and still damn attractive. “What…?” , he hears her say, and he snaps back to the present. “What, ‘what’?” he asks her back.
She frowns, knowing it was more an incident of daydreaming, rather than a loss of hearing – or brain damage, for that matter. “I said ‘what’, James… because you were looking unfocused. We both know there could still be possible side-effects from your experiences these past months. I just need to know if you are feeling fine.” He smiles at her, “Yes mother, I’m fine… and I’ll be fine – I know what I’m doing. No need to abort this flight.” She looks back at her instruments, but not before stating “…says the man who plans to go into Latveria. No sane person decides to just go to Latveria. Its not exactly a tourist attraction.”
He leans to the side of the S.H.I.E.L.D. transport’s co-pilot seat, this time facing Natasha Romanov, former elite spy for the Soviets, now super-spy for S.H.I.E.L.D. and now, apparently, ‘his’ unofficial liaison to said spy organization – and possible baby-sitter. ‘Then again,…’ he muses, Tony – that is, Director Stark could have chosen worse - being ‘assigned’ the Black Widow to him… even if he often than not insists to her that he does not need any help is still, he must admit, a welcome decision. The fact that the Widow could get in trouble should their secret missions be made public, makes her involvement all the more appreciated.
But like him, he is quite sure that their time alone flying in and out of missions are equally welcome to her… a chance to get reacquainted… and maybe pick up from where they left off.
“You know Natalia,” using the name he remembers her by, “I’m not entering Latverian grounds – he’s agreed to meet me by its borders. So I won’t be causing any international altercations – at least, not as grand as you and Tony’s Avengers some weeks past.”
Frowning, she mentions “Don’t judge them James, you were not there when the virus was affecting everyone in New York… it was a scary situation, a biological attack, and when the evidence led to Doom, well... we assumed that it was a predetermined attack on Doom’s part”. We did everything by the book – as far as S.H.I.E.L.D.’s protocols for handling terror attacks.
Seeing the discomfort his remark caused, he backtracks, “Hey, sorry, guess that came out wrong, I wasn’t judging your team… lord knows I’m not exactly Mr. Squeaky Clean.” Seeing a chance to even the odds, she smiles in a slightly predatory – yet teasing fashion “Even when you wear his colors and symbols now?” At this remark, James Buchanan Barnes loses his slight worried look and seemingly replaces it with a more serious look.
His tone informs her that she has indeed drawn blood - figuratively. “Yes…” he replies. “…specially since I’m now wearing this”, gesturing to the star at the chest of his uniform under his black trench-coat. It is her turn to apologize, “James, forgive me… I did not mean to…” “No need to apologize Talia, I’ve accepted the burden this role comes with – I don’t like it – but after reading Steve’s letter… I just had to do it.” and the cabin remains silent the rest of the trip, with the transport’s engine the only sound both of them hear.
After what seems to be a lifetime of silence, the Widow reminds her silent companion that his ‘agreed upon’ coordinates are five minutes away. He simply stands up and makes a move to the transport’s airlock. She turn her head and calls back to him, “James…”, and is mildly startled to see him right behind her. He gently place his index finger – his real one, to her mouth… almost instinctive, very natural – yet, likewise, awkward. “Its all right Natasha” using her more generic and modern nickname. “I deserve a reminder once in a while.” He then readies his parachute and stays poised to open the door.
“This unnamed person you’ll be meeting,… its Namor, isn’t it?”; saying it more like a statement, than a query. His smile returns to his face. “…been analyzing my motives?” he asks – the slight playful tone returned. Glad that the mood has lightened, she mentions “I need not have deductive skills to come up with the usual suspects, far as you’re concerned.” she says, “There is just a handful of people you are connected with at this time, and I have read some reports of his sighting near Latveria. Not to mention the fact that I have had years of espionage training… so yes, I have a very good idea who you are meeting – though the why still escapes me.”
“You know I can’t confirm… or deny that detail. How would you claim plausible deniability? As for your training, I vaguely remember being part of that too.”, winking while he says this – obviously hinting at their ‘training times’. As he starts to open the first airlock, the Widow interjects again, “James...” she says, “…be careful, I can’t back you up on this meeting of yours.”
As some slight decompression is happening, he offers her a parting statement, “You know? I just love to hear you say my name with that slight Russian accent – it reminds me of those movies I’ve been watching lately, the one about that British agent with those funny toys?”, she smiles “Maybe I should start calling you Bucky, then, before that cowl becomes too tight for your over inflated head.” He laughs at that, a rare occasion these days, and welcome to her as she sees him closing the first airlock, and proceeding to the second one.
Opening the second airlock more decompression happens and he views all open skies, he looks at her and salutes, before jumping… Natalia Romanov feels a slight sense of ‘de javu’ - thinking for a moment that she saw a different Captain America at that instant. ‘Well, at least he got the departure bit down pat’, she thinks, and banks the transport westward.
Checking her radar, she smiles at the fact that none of Latveria’s defenses have scrambled. Nothing like great intel, and whatever can be said about their recent incursion into Doom’s land, it did afford her a golden opportunity to observe and assess Latveria’s ordnance. Still, she had better keep track of her partner’s descent – just in case he needs a quick getaway.
Seeing the transport veering back to its point of origin, James Buchanan Barnes free falls – his face a mask of pure concentration, intently focused on the growing land mass below him, mentally calculating his altitude and point where he should pull the chute’s release cord. He takes the time to look at his wrist to check his altitude – courtesy of a S.H.I.E.L.D.-borrowed watch with built-in altimeter. ‘Amazing toys’, he thinks. ‘Barnes, James Barnes, yeah… its got a ring to it, and that spy jumped planes too’. Though he doubts some stunts the movie showed, he knows for a fact that some of them – despite their seeming incredible actions, are possible – after all’, “…been there, done that" he mumbles.
James Buchanan Barnes then spreads his arms and legs for more drag, to slow his descent a bit. He's ahead of schedule - no need to rush, so he lets gravity allow him to fall naturally - by his calculations, he should rip the chord in around 15 more seconds.
-to be continued-
Captain America
“Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot…”
Part one.
“Are you sure, you know what you’re doing?... nyet, fine…” catching herself before she started sounding like a mother - she raises her hands in a mock surrender gesture. “…you know what you are doing.”. This last statement said in an exasperated tone. He looks at her, and half remembers, the young spy in training all those years ago – though truth be told, for him it seemed just about some months back.. Its still the same face, slightly older – definitely more assured of herself, and still damn attractive. “What…?” , he hears her say, and he snaps back to the present. “What, ‘what’?” he asks her back.
She frowns, knowing it was more an incident of daydreaming, rather than a loss of hearing – or brain damage, for that matter. “I said ‘what’, James… because you were looking unfocused. We both know there could still be possible side-effects from your experiences these past months. I just need to know if you are feeling fine.” He smiles at her, “Yes mother, I’m fine… and I’ll be fine – I know what I’m doing. No need to abort this flight.” She looks back at her instruments, but not before stating “…says the man who plans to go into Latveria. No sane person decides to just go to Latveria. Its not exactly a tourist attraction.”
He leans to the side of the S.H.I.E.L.D. transport’s co-pilot seat, this time facing Natasha Romanov, former elite spy for the Soviets, now super-spy for S.H.I.E.L.D. and now, apparently, ‘his’ unofficial liaison to said spy organization – and possible baby-sitter. ‘Then again,…’ he muses, Tony – that is, Director Stark could have chosen worse - being ‘assigned’ the Black Widow to him… even if he often than not insists to her that he does not need any help is still, he must admit, a welcome decision. The fact that the Widow could get in trouble should their secret missions be made public, makes her involvement all the more appreciated.
But like him, he is quite sure that their time alone flying in and out of missions are equally welcome to her… a chance to get reacquainted… and maybe pick up from where they left off.
“You know Natalia,” using the name he remembers her by, “I’m not entering Latverian grounds – he’s agreed to meet me by its borders. So I won’t be causing any international altercations – at least, not as grand as you and Tony’s Avengers some weeks past.”
Frowning, she mentions “Don’t judge them James, you were not there when the virus was affecting everyone in New York… it was a scary situation, a biological attack, and when the evidence led to Doom, well... we assumed that it was a predetermined attack on Doom’s part”. We did everything by the book – as far as S.H.I.E.L.D.’s protocols for handling terror attacks.
Seeing the discomfort his remark caused, he backtracks, “Hey, sorry, guess that came out wrong, I wasn’t judging your team… lord knows I’m not exactly Mr. Squeaky Clean.” Seeing a chance to even the odds, she smiles in a slightly predatory – yet teasing fashion “Even when you wear his colors and symbols now?” At this remark, James Buchanan Barnes loses his slight worried look and seemingly replaces it with a more serious look.
His tone informs her that she has indeed drawn blood - figuratively. “Yes…” he replies. “…specially since I’m now wearing this”, gesturing to the star at the chest of his uniform under his black trench-coat. It is her turn to apologize, “James, forgive me… I did not mean to…” “No need to apologize Talia, I’ve accepted the burden this role comes with – I don’t like it – but after reading Steve’s letter… I just had to do it.” and the cabin remains silent the rest of the trip, with the transport’s engine the only sound both of them hear.
After what seems to be a lifetime of silence, the Widow reminds her silent companion that his ‘agreed upon’ coordinates are five minutes away. He simply stands up and makes a move to the transport’s airlock. She turn her head and calls back to him, “James…”, and is mildly startled to see him right behind her. He gently place his index finger – his real one, to her mouth… almost instinctive, very natural – yet, likewise, awkward. “Its all right Natasha” using her more generic and modern nickname. “I deserve a reminder once in a while.” He then readies his parachute and stays poised to open the door.
“This unnamed person you’ll be meeting,… its Namor, isn’t it?”; saying it more like a statement, than a query. His smile returns to his face. “…been analyzing my motives?” he asks – the slight playful tone returned. Glad that the mood has lightened, she mentions “I need not have deductive skills to come up with the usual suspects, far as you’re concerned.” she says, “There is just a handful of people you are connected with at this time, and I have read some reports of his sighting near Latveria. Not to mention the fact that I have had years of espionage training… so yes, I have a very good idea who you are meeting – though the why still escapes me.”
“You know I can’t confirm… or deny that detail. How would you claim plausible deniability? As for your training, I vaguely remember being part of that too.”, winking while he says this – obviously hinting at their ‘training times’. As he starts to open the first airlock, the Widow interjects again, “James...” she says, “…be careful, I can’t back you up on this meeting of yours.”
As some slight decompression is happening, he offers her a parting statement, “You know? I just love to hear you say my name with that slight Russian accent – it reminds me of those movies I’ve been watching lately, the one about that British agent with those funny toys?”, she smiles “Maybe I should start calling you Bucky, then, before that cowl becomes too tight for your over inflated head.” He laughs at that, a rare occasion these days, and welcome to her as she sees him closing the first airlock, and proceeding to the second one.
Opening the second airlock more decompression happens and he views all open skies, he looks at her and salutes, before jumping… Natalia Romanov feels a slight sense of ‘de javu’ - thinking for a moment that she saw a different Captain America at that instant. ‘Well, at least he got the departure bit down pat’, she thinks, and banks the transport westward.
Checking her radar, she smiles at the fact that none of Latveria’s defenses have scrambled. Nothing like great intel, and whatever can be said about their recent incursion into Doom’s land, it did afford her a golden opportunity to observe and assess Latveria’s ordnance. Still, she had better keep track of her partner’s descent – just in case he needs a quick getaway.
Seeing the transport veering back to its point of origin, James Buchanan Barnes free falls – his face a mask of pure concentration, intently focused on the growing land mass below him, mentally calculating his altitude and point where he should pull the chute’s release cord. He takes the time to look at his wrist to check his altitude – courtesy of a S.H.I.E.L.D.-borrowed watch with built-in altimeter. ‘Amazing toys’, he thinks. ‘Barnes, James Barnes, yeah… its got a ring to it, and that spy jumped planes too’. Though he doubts some stunts the movie showed, he knows for a fact that some of them – despite their seeming incredible actions, are possible – after all’, “…been there, done that" he mumbles.
James Buchanan Barnes then spreads his arms and legs for more drag, to slow his descent a bit. He's ahead of schedule - no need to rush, so he lets gravity allow him to fall naturally - by his calculations, he should rip the chord in around 15 more seconds.
-to be continued-
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