A SHIELD legacy since before SHIELD existed, Margot Thompson is one of the best agents they have. So she doesn't understand why she's being forced to babysit the 90-year-old man who just woke up from a 70-year coma.
And if that wasn't bad enough, A...
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CHAPTER TWO
CONTRACTS AND PROMISES
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MARGOT LAUNCHED HERSELF through the newly made hole in the wall, kicking those godforsaken pumps off her feet before chasing after Captain America.
If it were any other job, that sentence would have sounded insane, but for her it was just another day at SHIELD. She swung her bag around her shoulders, her work clothes zipped tight and jiggling with each step of her feet.
Margot sprinted barefoot through headquarters, using her walkie to call out the code thirteen as she kept her eyes squarely on the man out of time. He was faster and taller than she was, but he was still getting his bearings, and she knew he wasn't quite used to his new body yet.
The way he went crashing through agents and analysts proved that well enough.
"Seal off the doors!" She yelled through the walkie, keeping her sight pinned on the head of golden hair now descending the stairs.
Margot swore under her breath as she caught sight of the morning rush crowding the foyer. She didn't have time to push her way through.
Clipping the walkie to her skirt, she stepped on the metal railing and hurled herself forward, somersaulting to safety right as Captain America disappeared through the glass doors. By the time she managed to race out, he was gone and a black SUV drove up to the curb.
"Get in." Fury ordered.
Margot piled into the back, the passenger seat already taken up by Hill.
She shimmied out of her skirt and back into the comfort of her jeans, noticing Fury's eye remaining firmly on the road.
"I told your men to stay put," She snarled, tossing the tie aside and unbuttoning her shirt.
The rearview mirror reflected Fury's disappointment with the situation. "Sitwell wanted the asset contained."
"He was contained," Margot yelled through gritted teeth, "I was handling the situation."
"Not from where we were standing." Hill shook her head, "He looked about ready to punch you into oblivion."
Margot scoffed as she tugged on her boots, running her fingers through her hair, "Please, I can handle Captain America." She thought she caught sight of Hill smirking out of the corner of her eye. She schooled her face into a neutral expression as a thought crossed her mind, "This mean I'm off babysitting duty?"
