𝑭𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳╰☆╮ ❝you're my favorite character and i
know how the movies end, but i wanna fix it!❞
...𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 a teenage fangirl wakes up in an alternate
reality where the marvel cinematic universe is real
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜! contains spoilers...
chapter thirty-one ' rumlow is the bomb-literally.'
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"HEY STEVE?" I took quick strides to catch up with the super-solder. "There are a few things you should know before you go on this mission."
He stopped in his tracks and turned sharply. "What is it?"
"Well," I stuck my hands in my pockets, "Rumlow will be there. And so will a bomb. Rumlow is the bomb-literally."
Steve nodded slowly. "And you're telling me this because?"
"Because if you don't disarm it, Wanda will accidentally send it flying into a hospital. And we don't want that." He opened his mouth to defend the young Sokovian but I rushed ahead, "Look, Steve, no matter what Rumlow says, you have to stay focused. Whether he mentions Buck, or Peggy, or anyone. Got it?"
"But what if this mission is ruined because of me anyway? My gift-"
"Rogers." I held up a hand to get him to stop. "You're fine. You know how to turn it on and off now."
The first few weeks after Steve's transformation had been interesting to say the least. I hadn't thought it would be possible for Steve to gain morepower, but he had. Verbal manipulation was his main gift, and it had resulted in extensive damage to the walls, Clint going to knock himself out, and Sam being unable to stop doing push-ups. The poor Captain learned to watch his orders, especially when they were given figuratively.
What had been more harmful to Steve himself was his ability to read minds. World War III had almost started over some of the unsavory things going on in Tony's head.
"You're right. Thanks, Madi." He let out a relieved breath and I took a double take at his lack of confidence. "I'll see you later."
I grabbed his wrist before he could hurry away. "Just a second. Where did my confident, smart mouth Captain go?"
"Nowhere, Kid." He allowed a smile to come on his face. "I've just been buried in Avengers business, that's all. Oh, and nice formal attire. It's very mission-functional."
The teasing grin on his face as he referenced my uncharacteristic outfit made me relax the tenseness in my shoulders. At least that was somewhat in character. "Thanks, Steve, it's for the alumni appreciation presentation." WhydoesCivil War have to be so soon? "Tell the team good luck for me."