The Captain's Girl (Captain America Fanfiction) (4th Book)

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Us Against The World

 After I calmed down, centering myself after all of this madness, we sat in a small silence in the jet. No-one knowing quite what to say. Steve, who was now flying the jet, was focused on the sky in front of us. His concentration not being broken, but if I knew him at all I knew he was deep in his own thoughts, wondering what to do. What was the right move. Though, I was nowhere near the right person to give that advice, I wasn't exactly the moral compass this team needed. I sat in the seat beside Steve, my own thoughts still wondering. 

But, our silence was interrupted when Bucky spoke up, his voice soft, as if he wasn't sure about what he was going to say. He was seating in the seat behind us, I wasn't sure where he was going with this. 

"What's going to happen to your friends?" Bucky asked us. 

Steve and I looked at each other for a moment, I knew I wasn't sure what to say to this. Were they still our friends? Would everything be okay once the dust settled? Or was this how it was going to be from now on?

Steve sighed, probably thinking along the same lines I was. Neither of us could ever know how things would turn out after this, at least with our friends. 

"Whatever it is, I'll deal with it," Steve told him, glancing at me again. 

"We'll deal with it," I added, looking back at Bucky now, who still looked troubled. 

"I don't know if I'm worth all of this, you both were just fine before all of this," Bucky told us, he was looking away from us now. Not wanting to make eye contact, I knew the feeling. 

"This isn't just about you, it's about me too. They framed us, we didn't do this. You're as much worth it as I am," I told him, trying to make him feel better. While trying to convince myself it was true, that I was worth all of this trouble too. 

"What you did all those years, what you both did all those years," Steve started looking over at both of us. "It wasn't either of you. Neither of you asked for this, I know what's real and everyone else should too." 

"I know," Bucky said, glancing at me now. "But, we did it."

"We pulled the triggers," I added, now looking straight ahead. It was my turn for not wanting to make eye contact. The impact of decisions I made hitting me like a ton of bricks. Then I saw it. Another memory hitting me hard. 

There was no-one in the training room, only me. I shot an energy blast at the dummy in front of me, the sapphire color lighting the dimly lit room around me. The bluish hue making me feel comforted, for only a moment. 

A man walked into the room, the metal arm catching the slight light from the room. I knew there was only one thing this meant. A mission. Someone else's life to ruin. 

I stood up straight, holding my hand out for the file. He slipped into my hands without a word, neither of us exchanging so much of a look. I scanned the piece of paper, although I knew only one thing mattered; the photo. 

The photo was the target and that was all they needed us for, there was no reason for us to read further than that. The man had white hair and a mustache the same milky color. The only other thing at the top of the file was a name; Howard Stark. 

Bucky nodded at me, motioning towards the door, it was time to take him out. 

My eyes shot back open, taking in where I was. We were still in the jet, I could feel myself breathing heavy, Steve's eyes were instantly on me. 

"Are you okay?" he asked frantically, so much worry laced his voice. 

"I-I'm fine, I just had another memory bring its way back up," I said, looking over my shoulder at Bucky. I wondered if he ever had this happen, memories coming and going. 

"What was it?" Steve asked me.

I grabbed the side of his face with my hand, showing him what I had just seen. It was a lot easier to show it than explain it.

I took my hand down once the memory ended, he looked at me for a moment, then back at Bucky. Then he looked back at the sky in front of us. 

I looked back for a moment, seeing a confused look on Bucky's face. I wasn't sure if I should show him or not. Would it bring more guilt? Would it bring some clarity? 

"Morgan," Steve started, I held up my hand before he could finish. 

"It's fine, we can deal with this later, just distract me," I told him. He gave me a look, as if telling me I couldn't push this away. "Please." 

I didn't want to think about it any further, we could deal with this another time.

"Um, you remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?" Steve asked Bucky, going back to their past, at least a happier part of their past. 

"Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?" Bucky asked him, a small smile on his face. 

"You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead," Steve reminded him, shaking his head. I let out a small laugh, couldn't help but join in now. 

"What was her name again?" Bucky asked, his smile even bigger now. 

" Dolores. You called her Dot," Steve informed him, as if he remembered every detail. Which he very well may have. 

"She's gotta be a hundred years old right now," Bucky said, thinking back to the time before their lives got messy.

"Apparently so are we," I said, laughing slightly as I said it. There was nothing to do but to laugh at it. 

Both boys laughed loudly, I think all of this was getting to us. It was easier to laugh and forget what was going on, at least for the moment. 

Before we could have too much fun we arrived to our destination, the snow filling our vision. Then, it was time to get to work.

~A/N Hey everyone!! Thanks for your patience and understanding with this story. You wouldn't believe how busy I have been, but I love this story and the characters and couldn't wait to get back to writing it. 

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