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 THREE
SAFEHOUSE
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THE WEEK PASSED BY QUICKLY and things were finally starting to get back to normal, although every once in a while Margot found her thoughts drifting to the super soldier at Lake Ontario. More often than not, she found herself staring at her phone during the work day, as if anticipating a call she knew she'd never get.
From what she'd been briefed on, the first week had gone well, despite the dirty looks from Fury whenever he brought up the psych form.
She supposed she would have to get used to it.
Finalizing the contract Captain Rogers had signed, Margot shut her laptop for the day, ready to go home to her apartment and sleep the stress away. With one final look at her phone, she shoved it into her trench pocket, heels clicking against the tile floors as she made her way to the elevator, the ding of the doors always catching her off guard.
"There she is!" Javier's face met her as she stepped out of the room, a wide smile stretching the stubble he'd been growing out for the past month. Margot cocked an eyebrow, "You ready for our weekend tradition?"
Her suspicions turned into mirthful chuckles as she shouldered her bag, smiling as she began to walk in tandem with the curly haired man. "Believe me, after the week I've had I could use it."
Javier hissed, a wet sound that made Margot cringe, "That bad huh?"
Margot shook her head, "You try dealing with Fury's wrath and a walking relic in the same week." Javier shook his head and pulled her closer, squeezing her shoulder.
"Oh come on, I'm sure he's not that bad."
"Captain Rogers? No. Fury?" Margot pretended to muse on the point for a bit with a smirk, "Jury's still out."
She and Javier burst into short laughs and the two of them reached the security scanners just as the sun began to set.
Something vibrated in her pocket. "Hang on," Margot reached into her trench coat and pulled out the smartphone, nearly dropping it when she saw who was calling.
"Captain Rogers?" She answered, stomach churning at why he was suddenly calling her when all the reports indicated he was perfectly fine. Javier stopped in his tracks as he heard the name. "Is everything alright?"
Silence hung on the other line and Margot felt her pulse speed up.
"Yeah," He finally responded, causing the agent to let out a sigh of relief, "It's just...I'm having trouble...sleeping."
