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CHAPTER 29
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"Witch gone crazy?" I say to Clint I'm waiting on the jet. I'm speaking through the mic.
"We could really use a lullaby right now" tony says. Then I hear the hulks roar.
"I don't think you're getting one. Teams down" Clint says. The one word you thought you'd hear. The avengers lost this bitch.
"Uhh I'll send in Veronica" I say through the mic. I sit myself in the pilot seat.
"Hey bird shit. I'm coming, in meet me north face four" I say lifting off the ground.
How do I find myself flying these contraption so often? I knew I should've studied aviation.
But no, I had to like hacking the shit out of everything. what can I say? I'm nosy.
"Copy that" Clint says. Turns out we're the only sane ones.
I'm excluding tony because that motherfucker doesn't need magic to be the most stupidest genius.
"Steven you better get your ass out of the gutter and fucking come in" i say loudly. I hacked in the warehouse cameras and I can see him on the ground have an out of this world moment.
To bad fuckers, I need to change. This suit is constricting my blood flow.
"I'm okay" Steve replies and I see him get up. I land on the roof.
"Good get thor and get the hell out of there. My radar just picked up 23 explosives in the lower levels." I say I see Clint approach the jet with a broken Natasha.
God damn. I feel like if the witch entered my mind. My biggest fear would be...me running out of cheese itz.
Oh god don't think like that! I scold myself.
I shake my head getting the thoughts out.
"Mag where..." Steve says he's voice is still shakey.
"Left on the next corner. Punch the fucker guarding and 2nd door to the right" I say instructing him.
Clint carefully puts Natasha down. And covers her with a blanket.
"Okay Im here" Steve says. "You have 30 seconds get inside. Tony's in 20 minutes from here" i say Steve rushes and the door closes along with thor.
I blast off the explosion rattled the jet a bit. But hey we're alive.
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Finally after collecting tony and Bruce. Clint tells me to set course to Alabama.
"Great" I mutter.
"Where we heading?" Tony asks.
"Safe house" I say as he cuts his call with Maria off.
"I can do half" tony says. I shake my head. "We're about 6 hours out. Get comfortable"
He nods going back to the team. I put the jet on autopilot. Steve looks tired. I don't know what Steve's biggest fear is but it sure ass hell impacted him.
My Steve would never look like that. And I know people are about to comment on me. well guess what? Yeah I said my Steve. Fuck off.
He can't lie to my face. It's like I'm some kind of spy. I don't see the almighty American hero.
I get to see the raw emotions behind the flag. The broken man in front of me.
I see how much of a wreak the guy is inside.
"I'll take the shift" Clint says patting my back and looks at Steve encouraging me to go to him.
"It's on autopilot" I say "coordinates are locked"
He nods closing the small door dividing the passengers. I head up to Steve who's head is leaning against the wall of the jet.
"Move. I'm fat" I say kicking his leg. He shifts to the side. "Little more fat booty"
I sit down next to him. "Okay wanna talk about it?"
"I saw her" he says vaguely. It's like he knows girl code. Either way, I understand.
"You're right. She was happy without me" he says "I..I was dancing with her."
"Then she was gone" he says looking down.
"Okay now what do you wanna hear? The raw truth or the heartfelt lie?" I ask genuinely.
"I'll take the truth" he says in a depressing voice.
"Okay well here is my verdict" I say "you lived that nightmare already. She's gone, she had a life. You didn't."
"I get it you love the gal, but it's over and it's time to accept that truth. So what the love of you're life went with another man and fell in love" I scoff.
"Stuck it up. Move on. Get a life." I say making my point my hitting my knee every sentence.
"But..." he starts and I put my finger on his lips shutting him up.
"No buts." I say "I think you and Sharon didn't work out because you're fascinated with Peggy. Sharon was her niece and it felt like you were still with Peggy"
"You're right Mag. I dated Sharon because it felt like I was with Peggy" he says honestly. And having a realization moment.
"She's not Peggy Steve. I'm not Peggy. No one Can be Peggy. Just do me favor and don't hurt yourself eh?" I say he grabs my hand in his.
"You know I can't do that because I'm an impulsive fuck" he says smirking. There the winning smile.
I lean my head on his shoulders and his head fall on top of mine.
"I'm glad, about the ice" he states firmly.
"Why?" I ask confused. What the fuck he liked being the popsicle at the bottom of the fridge no one eats? You know you have one.
The one that's probably like 100 year old and it's just chilling in there.
"I think my life would be shit without you" he says.
I frown "I'm not buckinton either"
"I know but I guess you could say you have me forever" he says kissing the top of my head.
"Ugh forever is long ass time" I say playfully groaning.
"Not long enough" he whispers.
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Fanfiction"Let's blow the dick out" I say his eyes widen again. "I'm not comfortable" he says thinking I'm going to do something. I light the candle on his cake that's shaped like a penis. He laughs at the cake. "Juicy" he says. It's just the two of us up...
