brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

sixteen.

anastasia presley james
chapter sixteen
mar. 18, 2013

i slid my feet in some heels, leaning against the kitchen island for support, and reach for my zipper on my dress.

"i can get that for you," i hear steve say from behind me.

i clear my throat and nod.

"i didn't even hear you come in," i say under my breath.

steve walked up to me and placed a hand on my hip and with the other, he zipped up my dress.

"yeah, i wanted to stop by really quick. i haven't seen you since brooklyn," he pressed a kiss on my cheek and i smile.

"yeah, nat and sam have me training in and out of the day," i turn back and place my hands on his shoulders," and i guess fury and phil want me to move closer to the shield headquarters. as of now, it's just something nat had overheard."

steve nods and pulled me in for a hug and rested his chin on the top of my head, swaying back and forth.

"i'm going to meet with phil today and other agents to talk about," i mutter from under his embrace.

"oh, yeah?" he pulled back and placed a finger under my chin, i nod, biting down on my lower lip.

"mhmm," i hum,"why else would i be in dress and heels?"

"was hoping you'd take me on a date," he smiles his big goofy smile.

i playfully role my eyes and let out a small laugh. he loosely kept his hands on my waist and i kept mine loose around his neck.

"well, that's a conversation we have to have later. but i," i check my watch and see the time,"crap! i really need to go."

i pull back and ran over to my couch, grabbing my purse. steve looked at me confused and raised his hands.

"do you wanna go?" i ask, and he thinks about it,"i'm sure nat will be there. we're usually all there all the time, we have like two days off in a month."

he nods,"alright, but i took a cab over here."

i groan and toss my arms in defeat.

"fine, we're taking the mustang."

"you have a what?"

"you heard me, now hurry," i scold, he chuckles and rushed over.

"yes, ma'am."

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"when someone calls for a meeting, especially someone of lower ranking, i usually expect them to be on time," were the first words that came out of nick fury's mouth as i walked in.

i looked at agent coulson who also seemed a little upset, and wiped my sweaty palms against the royal blue fabric wrapped around my body.

"agents," i give them a wry smile,"i apologize. transportation issues."

both seemed unfazed by my reason, allowing me to continue.

"okay," i say, with awkward tension," so i'll get right to the point. am i expected to move? lately seems like people are talking for me more then they've been talking to me."

agent coulson relaxes his tense shoulders and placed his hands on the glass table.

"oh my- ana, this is what was so important?" phil asks me.

"okay, i've got other things to do," fury remarks, standing up and walking out.

my brows furrow and i watched fury walk out the door. i look back at phil and point at the door.

"okay, what the hell."

"ana," phil starts, i sigh and sit down,"you're going to have to move in somewhere safer, or get agents to live on the same floor with you."

"i have serena," i challenge.

he rubbed his forehead with his hands and looked at me with little energy.

"look, you can either move into the sheild protection program, here. we can figure something out where you can bring your cat, or even have a living space with bucky. but since you're an enhanced individual who isn't fully aware of what you can do, we need you under our watch at all times. you're a liability to both yourself and other people."

i clench my jaw and bite the inside of my cheek. i focus my eyes on the mug, avoiding agent coulson's icy glare.

"ana," he called out but i ignore him, staring at the ceramic cup.

i tighten my grip on the arms of the chair that i'm sitting in and feel my head clear.

"ana!"

i look back up at agent coulson and the cup shatters.

he looks at the opposite end of the table where the mug once was, now in small pieces with the brown liquid dripping off the edges of the table.

i feel his fear and i can hear his heart rate pick up. a small smirk rides up on my face before the reality hits in.

"did i just-"

"yeah," he let out a shaky breath," did you, uhm, did you know you could do that?"

i shook my head and relaxed my body.

"you're afraid," i comment, mindlessly," i can feel your heart."

he looked at me with furrowed eyebrows and crossed his arms.

"i can hear everything going on in your mind too. i just had to channel my emotions, but i never knew i could do that."

he clenched his jaw and pressed his watch.

"i'm sorry, anastasia. i really am," i look at phil and feel someone from behind me grab me from my seat.

my eyes widen in slight fear, i raise my elbow and hit the person's face. i hear a grunt and then another person comes in front of me with metal cuffs.

"get off of me!" i yell, one person holding me down and the other using harsh force to fight me off.

i jump up and kick the guy who was trying to cuff me and he falls back onto the glass table, shattering it. i place my feet back on the floor and running the person who's holding me down back into a wall, throwing my head back to hit them hard.

he lets go and i grab the pepper spray he had in his belt i swing my leg under his and he falls on his back. i turn to see agent coulson approach me with a taser gun.

i spray him with the pepper spray and he dropped the taser gun to hold his hands to his eyes. i catch the taser gun before it falls to the ground. the man who was once on his back, stood up with his fists up, ready to fight.

i tase him and he knocks out. i walk to the door and run out into the hallway.my hair fell down from its original updo and i continued to run. i see the elevator and i hurry.

i press the button for down and hear someones footsteps get closer. i press the button more and more, hoping that the doors would open but they never came.

instead i was met with a huge wave of darkness, and an overwhelming feeling of numbness.