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all we have left- steve rogers (part 1)

"Have any of you been into space?" Rocket turned around from the cockpit where he was navigating the Milano. "I can't afford to have any of you barf all over my ship. I'm not cleaning your mess up, so if you gotta do it, too bad, you gotta hold it 'till we get there."

Around six people, including you, raised their hands. "O-kay. Buckle up, fellas, because this is gonna be a fast ride."

Groot looked completely calm; he was too focused on the video game console that he was holding. "I am Groot," the tree said cheerfully.

"It's going to be a speedy ride, so buckle up," the raccoon translated.

"Faster than the Incredicoast?" Peter piped up.

"What the hell is an Incredicoaster?"

"This rollercoaster at this theme park called Disneyland in California," Star-Lord answered. "Man, that ride was the best."

"Oh man, it was!" the teenager agreed, and the two guys exchanged a high-five.

"Prepare to make a jump, in three, two, one..."

The ship shot forward and you fell back against your seat. Steve, your closest friend on the team, who was sitting next to you, looked shocked. You looked over, squeezing his hand, and he gave you a small smile. Despite the fact that he'd been back and forth between different planets, he still found it shocking when you made your jumps.

As of right now, you were making your way to Xandar, your childhood home, where there had been yet another attack. The Chitauri were back at it again for whatever reason, going from planet to planet and taking the lives of many innocent civilians.

You were genuinely concerned this time as your family resided on Xandar and you didn't know what could happen to them. As a member of the NovaCorps, your father was a man of high rank, garnering him much respect from the people as he was a strong leader and defender.

This meant that you were a highly trained, skilled assassin who could wield a katana as soon as she started using booster seats and had the ability to kill with a single shot, an expert at flying jets and ships since she was only fourteen.

Four years after your father became head of the intergalactic government, you joined the Avengers. At that time, SHIELD, the Guardians, and NovaCorps had just formed what was the beginning of a strong alliance. It was good timing, too: you were in desperate need of some extra support.

With your powers, you were a huge help to the team, along with the military forces that you were able to provide. You quickly got along with everyone and built firm friendships within weeks. At first you were independent, but soon realized that it was difficult to keep surviving on your own.

However, this was a mission that required more than just one person.

Now, you were quickly approaching your childhood home, which caused a flood of memories to come rushing back.

"Permission to land on hangar 2," Tony spoke into his mic.

"Yes, Mr. Stark," a military official replied, and Milano swiftly made its way down, entering the atmosphere, the fluffy, white clouds floating past. Tall, grand buildings that you'd known and seen for years stretched up towards the sky, the lakes and fountains shimmered like sea glass, and the bushes and small trees were as green as you'd last seen them. It was a beautiful place.

A beautiful place, with a not-so-beautiful history.

The ship landed smoothly, and you bumped to a stop. Everyone disembarked the ship, stepping down the ramp to greet your father, mother, and the other people of the NovaCorps.

"Welcome back, Avengers," your father greeted before smiling at you and giving you a quick hug. "We thank you for your help once again. We must hurry, however, as they are on their way. Follow me."

He led you to the base, as everyone suited up and grabbed their necessary weapons. Snapping your guns to your holster, and wiping down your sword, you dusted off your tight, black suit and tied your hair back in a slick ponytail.

The team all gathered around the table as your father began to speak.

"Our forces will take to the skies, and will assist anyone who needs help. Y/N," your dad pointed towards the map, then pointed to you, "take Captain, Tony, Peter, and the God of Thunder and you are to take down the shape-shifters. Remember, the Tesseract is also being sought after by Loki, which means you are tasked with the most important mission: get the cube. The rest of you will split up and evacuate the people. Have I made everything clear? I cannot afford to lose any of you."

"Yes, sir," everyone responded in one voice.

"Now go, and fight the battle like the heroes you are. I wish you good luck, and to be safe."

He then turned to you, and hugged you tightly. "I love you, honey," he whispered into your ear. "Go kick some butt."

"Love you too. Bye, Dad," you waved at him and jogged off to catch up with Steve, Tony, Peter, and Thor.

You made it outside just in time to see the sky cloud over with darkness and to hear and see people screaming, running in every direction. A portal in the sky had opened, and huge, slithering snake-like ships came soaring down, along with shape-shifters riding on some sort of alien horses.

"Are you a samurai?" Peter's voice crackled through your comm.

"No, Petey," you chuckled, rolling your eyes.

"Then why do you have a katana?"

"I just trained with it a lot. But hey, that's not a bad idea. Maybe I should become a samurai," you joked. "Now come on, let's go."

"Crap," you muttered as you struggled in the grasp of a shapeshifter you were fighting, shooting a solar blast at it.

It stumbled backwards, confused, before regaining its balance, transforming and knocking you down. You struggled to get up, but hopped on your feet quickly after a second. At this point, you'd looked up, to see that he'd transformed into one of your worst fears: losing all of the team.

The shapeshifter morphed into the members dropping like flies, one by one, and you had to resist the urge to simply drop your weapons and just give up.

Control this, Y/N, your father's voice said inside your head. Remember, these shapeshifters turn into your worst fear and if you cannot control yourself, they will be able to get into your head. Focus.

The guy circled you, giving you an evil grin. What is that, general's child? he hissed. Can't handle a bit of suffering? What a pity. You can't go through life without experiencing any hardships. You were not meant to take this job. You are not worthy enough to be a hero, a fighter...

You let out an bloodcurdling scream, putting your hands over your ears. "Steve!" you shrieked into your earpiece. "Help!"

"Y/N, what did your dad tell you? You're letting it get into your head. Breathe, and focus. Don't. Let. It. Get. To. You," Steve's calming voice reassured you, soothing you slightly.

Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and regained your control. You were trembling as you slid your sword out of its sheath.

The shapeshifter lunged towards you as you let out another scream, stabbing the sword straight through its chest. It slumped to the ground, twitching, before going still. "Good job, Samurai," Tony teased, using Peter's nickname. "You did it."

"Did you guys get the Tesseract yet?"

"Close to. If you're done with that guy, get over here, please, because we need help. They're getting to public executions of some sort or whatever shit that is so hurry and get your ass over here."

"Roger that." You pressed a button on your wrist, activating your mockingbird wings of your suit, shooting up into the sky.

Flying down to the square, you deactivated your wings and landed on the smooth marble ground, your heart in your throat and fear bubbling up in your stomach.