Viktoriya Solovyova, aka Agent 1, was trained in the Red Room. She managed to escape and move to America and has since been working closely with Peggy Carter. When she meets a scientist with revolutionary ideas, how will she cope with the changes?
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Steve and I stand in S.H.I.E.L.D's design lab, waiting for the models of my new suit designs to load. The first one to appear is the blue design. A skintight black suit with blue panels over the shoulders, down the arms, and on my sides. There are silver attachments on the wrist and and shoulders for protection, and there are three neon patches on my kneecaps and the center of my chest. "What do you think?" I ask Steve. "Jeez, all you need is glowing blue hair and you'll look like a right idiot." He mutters. I hit him in the arm, "Says the one who wore tights. All of these suits are made with a flexible material that'll protect me. Not that I need it but Fury insists on me having a suit." I roll my eyes and swipe across on the hologram to show the next design.
Steve leans in to study the design. It's also a skintight black suit except there's an M shaped panel cut out between the shoulders and my chest. There's a red trim around the bust and red bands on the wrist, upper arm, and elbow. At the end of the sleeves are fingerless gloves to allow me to use my powers properly. There's a solid red panel down from my chest plate and to the tops of my thighs that loops around to the back. There's two diamond panels cut out of the thighs, each with a red trim. Steve looks up at me quirks an eyebrow. "What?" I sigh. "That's showing more skin than my USO girls." He squeaks. I shake my head, "Bullshit." Steve swipes to the next one.
It's a forest green suit with black panels stretching from my inner thigh and curving around my waist. There are black panels on my kneecaps, chest and wrapped around my shoulders. This suit also has fingerless gloves. I sigh exasperatedly, "I can't choose." Steve comes up behind me and leans over my chair with his arms draped over my shoulders, "What about the green one? It really brings out your eyes?" He suggests. I look up at him, "I don't need to look pretty while slicing people in half you know." Steve chuckles, "I know you don't have to, but that doesn't mean you can't angel." I flick his arms off of me and threaten to reach for one of the knives next to me. "Those are decorative." He groans. "Just because they're pretty doesn't mean they're not knives." I remind as he backs away.
"Good to see you don't just threaten me babe." A sultry voice calls from the doorway. "Nat!" I yell excitedly and rush to envelope her in a hug, "Are you okay? No scratches?" I check. "Not one." Steve clears his throat, "Nice to meet you Nat and all but uh, I have a meeting with Nick." I smile at Steve, "Go then, I'm not keeping you here." He squeezes my shoulder and hurries off. Nat's eyes follow him as he leaves, "I mean I read that he was attractive but wow." I scoff at her comment and return to sorting out my suit. "How was the mission?" I ask. "Same old, same old. Bit of undercover work though as Rosalie Aubert." She purrs in a French accent. "Creepy old men this time?" I question. Nat laughs, "No, Mafia women." I nod, "Dangerous." She hums an agreement.
"He still living with you?" She asks, twirling a blade. "Yep, it's been a month and a half now." I explain. "Why aren't you dating yet?" She queries. "You know I don't date Nat, I can't do that to him." Nat sighs and crouches next to me, "It's been over half a century honey, maybe it's time to move on." I shake my head and fiddle with the ring, "No. I can't. Emotional attachments never did me any good, friends are it for me." Nat stands back up, "Okay." I smirk slightly, "Plus, I'd destroy him." Nat tilts her head, "He'd be into that." I bark out a harsh laugh, "Oh trust me I know." I slap my hand over my mouth. "What did you just say?" Nat asks, pointing the tip of the blade at me. "Nothing?" I try. She folds her arms and I slump into my seat. "Fine. I kinda, sorta, maybe, ya know..." I say, making a lewd gesture and Nat's jaw drops.
"You slept together?!" She screeches. "Shut up!" I yell as I go and lock the door. "Yes, it was not on my agenda. I just, one night he had a nightmare and he crawled into my bed and he kissed me." Nat scoffs disbelievingly. "We only do that when we're very very very very very frustrated and/or tired." I say, "Emphasis on the very." Nat asks for details immediately as images of the Captain writhing underneath me fill my mind. Bringing such a strong man to his knees may have been one of the biggest thrills I've ever felt. I'm snapped out of my memories by a knock on the door, "Hey, why is the door locked?" Steve asks. I check the clock as Nat opens the door, "Hello loverboy." She laughs. "You're one to talk Natalia." I retaliate. "What does that mean?" Steve asks, confused. "Nothing, just reminding Nat of something we did about half a year ago." Nat shuts the door and glares at me but she can't stop the smile that spreads across her face. "Oh." Steve says, "Cool. Anyway, I was talking with Fury and uh, he said something interesting." I furrow my brows, "That's new, that man is immensely boring in meetings." Nat laughs and Steve continues.
"He said you had 'abilities'." Steve says with air quotes. "You want me to show you?" I sigh, Steve nods shyly. "Come on then."
A/N Here's a reference on all the suits. They were all found on Pinterest under '"Colour" Hero Suit Concept Female'
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