Sugar 『Buckyxfem!reader』

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-Y/Ns pov-

The next weeks go by and I'm happy to see that Liam and James actually get along very well. Besides the fact that I get to see James more I'm also able to see why I chose Liam. Even now he's trying to do the best for me and everytime I enter the flat and James is visiting us, I chose Liam again. With a sigh I let myself sink into my work when the phone at my desk rings.

"Rogers, how can I help you?"
I answer.

"Hello Ms. Rogers, there is someone here that wants to see you. Please come to my office."
The caller tells me where to go and I don't wait long as I would like to keep my job.

Carefully I knock at the door and a voice I never heard before tells me to come in. I brace myself and step into the office, ready to defend myself. Immediately my gaze falls on the owner of the office who leaves as soon as I come in and closes the door behind me.

"So, uh, you're not really just a someone, I suppose?"
I look at the person sitting on one of the chairs.

The figure gestures me to sit down next to them and I start inspecting the person. Judging by his stature the person is male and as I get a closer look I can see a injury on his eye. In his hands lies a file with the S.S.R. logo and my name on it.

"You were an amazing Agent, Ms. Rogers."

"I won't give you any information. Who are you and why are you here?"
I cross my legs and lean back in the chair.

"My name is Nick Fury and I offer you a job."

Nick Fury? I read that name somewhere before. Wait...

"Colonel Nicholas J. Fury is dead. Who are you?"
My voice gets more intimidating. It's weird how fast I fall back into old patterns.

"I need certain people to think that I'm dead, Agent."
He hands me the file.

While keeping an eye on him I take the file. Something about his body language tells me that this file isn't about me at all. Carefully I inspect it, looking for any kind of weapon but there's nothing. I open it to be greeted by my brother's handwriting.

'Dear Y/N,
it's him. I don't know why he wants me to tell you that but Fury faked his death.
Love,
Steve'

"Well I guess there is nothing in here I don't already know."
I close the file. If they want people to think the Colonel is dead I won't argue with that.

"That's interesting."
Fury takes back the file.

"What is?"
I lean forward and slightly tilt my head.

"You inspected the file but a short letter from your brother gained your trust. I could be someone else and could've faked the letter."

"Yes, you could have. But you didn't. It's a little thing that catches nobody's eye if they don't know about it. Would it be fake it wouldn't be there and would you have forced him his handwriting would be different."
Mysteriously I smile at him.

Honestly, it's very easy. One thing would be the way he writes my name. When we were children we developed our own way of writing each other's names just for fun but we kept it. And then there would be the fact that he kept it short. My brother knows how to handle words but he also knows that I like to get straight to the facts. Would he be threatened and forced he would change both of these details.

"What kind of job do you want to offer me?"
I lean back in the chair and look at the ceiling.

"A job as Agent. Together with Tony Stark I founded the Avengers. Judging by your file you would be a great addition to the team."

Chuckling I stand up and go to the door. Before I leave I turn back to Fury.
"My wedding is in three weeks. I'm ordinary now. I don't plan on changing that."
With these last words said I leave and go back to my desk.