Asgardians {Godsiblings x SisterReader} (Marvel)

Part 15

(Y/n) P.O.V.

After Fury's passing, stayed holed up at home for the next few days. I hadn't received any new missions, and didn't feel like taking any anyways, so I stayed home to wallow as I always do. Until today. Once again there's a knock on my door, and once again, I open it with care. It's Steve and Natasha this time, wearing hoods and hats to disguise themselves a bit. Natasha takes one look at my appearance, and my home behind me, and says, "Okay, you're a mess. Clean up, we need your help. Wear something to cover your face." She pushes past me into my apartment, picking up scattered books or DVD cases. "What is going on?" I ask Steve, deciding Natasha wouldn't answer. He holds up a small device.

He whispers to me. "I got this drive from Fury. We need to find out what's on it. I thought you could come with us." I shrug. "I am not inclined to your technology. But I suppose I make a great bodyguard." I joke. "I'll find something to meet Natashas requirements, then you two can explain some more."

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I had opted for a pair of combat boots, dark jeans, fake glasses, and a blue hooded jacket. It reminded me of my more traditional Asgardian garb. "First rule of going on the run is don't run, walk." Natasha instructs as we walk through what she called a mall. "If I run in these shoes, they're gonna fall off." Steve retorts. I chuckle quietly as we walk into a store filled with laptops and other electronic devices. Natasha finds one in a secluded area, and is about to connect the drive to it.

"The drive has a Level Six homing program, so as soon as we boot up SHIELD will know exactly where we are." Natasha informs. "How much time do we have?"

"Uh...about nine minutes from," she connects the drive, "Now. Fury was right about that ship, somebody's trying to hide something. This drive is protected by some sort of AI, it keeps rewriting itself to counter my commands." Natasha says, clicking keys on the keyboard. "Can you override it?"

"The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me. Slightly. I'm gonna try running a tracer. This is a program that SHIELD developed to track hostile malware, so if we can't read the file, maybe we can find out where it came from." Just then, an employee walks over. "Can I help you guys with anything?" I panic inwardly. I was never good at thinking on the fly. "Oh, no. I was just helping my clients here with some honeymoon destinations." Natasha says. I nearly choke on the air entering my lungs, understanding what she's implying. "Right! We're getting married." Steve says, awkwardly placing a hand on my shoulder. I plaster on a smile, and put my hand on top of his.

"Congratulations. Where do you guys thinking about going?" From the corner of my eye, I see Steve look at the laptop. "New Jersey." The employee seems disinterested before picking up on something else. "Oh. I have the exact same glasses."

"Wow, you two are practically twins." Natasha says sarcastically, though he doesn't pick up on that. "Yeah, I wish. Specimen." I scrunch up my face, and can see the discomfort in Steve's eyes. "Excuse me, you cannot just call people a specimen. I'm sure you didn't mean anything by that, but it implies something most people don't want to be compared to." I say sternly, surprising everyone. "Uh...if you guys need anything, I've been Aaron." The employee says. "Thank you." Steve says, sounding slightly apologetic, as he walks away. "You said nine minutes, come on." Steve whisper to Natasha. "Shh, relax. Got it." The signal is from somewhere call Wheaton, New Jersey. "You know it?"

"I used to. Let's go." Steve, noticing his hand in still on my shoulder, removes it with a small pink tint to his cheeks. He quickly pulls the flash drive from the computer and we walk out of the store. "Standard tac-team. Two behind, to across, two coming straight at us. If they make us, I'll engage, you hit the south escalator to the metro." Steve notes. I spot them right where he said they were. "Put your arm around (Y/n), laugh at something she said." Natasha orders. "What?"