Seventy years; give or take, had past since Kyraila's time at the SSR. She worked hard as an agent, and was loved by her piers. As well as Agent Peggy Carter; the one and only. Both were thick as thieves, and stormed the world together. Defeating ba...
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After my brief chat with Steve, I wandered back to the main control room, finding it bursting with life. Agents are busy with their own tasks at hand as they want to find the 'God' Loki and the Tesseract before it gets out of hand. I was standing nearby, seeing Steve and Phil talking to one another, probably about his vintage cards of Captain America. Phil seems the type of guy who has collectors cards.
"Ky is it?" Fury's voice pierced the air, making me turn around to see him at his stand with his screens behind him. I couldn't help but smirk at his comment, but I gave him a knowing glint. "You knew he would tell me?" It was more of a statement than a question.
"I am no idiot Director," I simply replied to him, crossing my arms over my golden plated chest. "Ask what you must about 'The Golden Lady' but do not ask about my personal life," I was direct and straight to the point. No point in beating around the bush.
"You have a personal life?" Fury questioned, arching his eyebrows up at me.
"It may come as a shock, but I do not just fight crime," I chuckled at his question, finding it relatable - as I did more than just fight crime. I might not do as much as I did back in forty-five up to the nineties - I was always in the shadows watching and waiting for the right moment. You might say the moment found me at an unexpected time.
"But you do fight mad Gods?," Fury responded keeping his eyebrow arched at me. Questioning if I've ever dealt with something as this before.
"I have had my fair share of mad-men who think they are 'Gods'. But in reality they are just men who are drunk on power," Fury understood my tone of voice, it was always a man's world - but once you take their power away, they retort to pleading.
"And what are you?" Fury asked with a cocky glint in his eyes, which earned him a flash of my eyebrows. But I couldn't help but chuckle slightly at his comment, wanting to know the truth of my origin, or he wanted to know exactly what I was.
"You crave to have that knowledge, but it will simply remain a mystery," I replied with my own cocky glint in my eyes, which didn't please Fury, but I just gave him a half-smile. He was a man with a lot of secrets, I knew that - and some secrets need to be kept to oneself before allowing others to know the truth. "Trust is earned not given," my smile faded, as the truth spoke freely.
"Then take that step," Fury announced. "Show me that I can trust you," he was serious in his comment. He had all the truth to ask that, as I haven't given him the reason to fully trust me, he could think I might be a fake.
"As you wish, Director," I couldn't argue with him about this decision, if this was going to work, if my presence here was going to help in the fight then I need to be known on a professional level. I raised my left hand up into a small claw like shape, as a green ball of energy accumulated in my palm. With a swift flick of my wrist outwards, the ball of energy dispersed, disempowering the cloaking spell I had on. As if on command, every Agent in eyeshot of my sudden appearance, shot to their feet and pulled their guns on me once again.
"Stand down," Fury gave the order to the multiple of Agents. "She's with us," Fury placed his hands behind his back, as if proud of what he spoke. The Agents seemed reluctant at first, but soon eased their guns back into the holsters.
"Thank you director," my voice carried through the air, pleasing Fury. I could feel the eyes of Steve and Phil on me, examining the Golden armour that glistened in the light. However, both had seen me before hand and it wasn't anything new.
"Near mint," Phil's voice filled my ear drums. "Slight foxing around the edges," I couldn't help but smirk at Phil's way of talking with the famous Steve Rogers.
"Is he nagging your ear off about his collectors cards," my voice carried the way, stepping closer to the pair, gaining a look of embarrassment off of Phil. "I'm sure Mister Rogers will sign them for you," I took my eyes to Steve, who seemed flustered as he was put on the spot.
"We got a hit," A male Agent spoke before Steve could say anything, as he turned in his chair. "A sixty-seven percent match," the Agent spoke before turning back to the screen. "Wait, cross-match, seventy-nine percent," he corrected himself as the match percentage went up.
"Location?" Phil asked, striding on over to the Agent.
"Stuttgart, Germany, twenty-eight Konigstrasse," the agent pulled up the location where Loki was currently at. "He's not exactly hiding," the image of Loki appeared on the screen - if he wasn't a mad God, I might find him attractive.
"Captain," Fury's voice brought me back to my own thoughts, as I noticed Steve turn his gaze to him. "You're up," was the only words Fury let slip, earning a deep intake of air from Steve and a nod to him. Steve was ready to get back out into the world, and do some good. Steve brushed past me, and headed out of the main control room, finding his way through the corridor and to his suit somewhere on this ship. "Ky," Fury states my name, which made me swirl my head around to face him. "You too," I wasn't going to say no to Fury, as things might end up hairy and I might need to step in. I simply bowed my head slightly to him, before wondering after Steve, following him to the section of the ship where his Captain America suit lies. The door to the armoury slide opened, and right in front of us was Steve's armour.
"Oh, the spangled tights," I teased Steve, but he just entered the room, seeing the white of his name written just below. I leaned against the metal door-frame, watching Steve curiously. "The past seems never far behind," my voice was soft to the ear, finding the past for everyone will remain with them until their last dying breath.
"Are you coming with me?" Steve questioned, turning his head over his shoulder, his blue piercing eyes met with my dark brown ones.
"Please, do contain your joy," I joked, finding teasing him very easy. I earned a small smile from the corner of his lips, but this wasn't the right moment to joke. We had to travel to Germany to capture a would-be God.
"Why were you there that day?" Steve's deep voice pierced the air, but I understood what he was talking about. I see him fiddle with the suit, grabbing his helmet from the stand.
"Because I heard that there was an investigation being conducted by the S.S.R at the time to see who I was. To see if I was Hydra-"
"And are you?" Steve's voice was cold and bitter, turning fully around - his helmet in his hands. "Is your word enough?" Steve spoke, wondering if I was truly the bad guy here - and I couldn't blame him.
"You've seen the news, and undoubtedly the videos S.H.I.E.L.D has on me and maybe even a file - if I'm lucky," I replied to his question, before peeling myself from the wall and taking a few steps forward. "I'm not the bad-guy here, I just want to help, that's all I've ever done," the truth flowed through my lips, and into his ears - processing what I spoke. "I told Agent Carter, and Agent Reverdin the same thing, a long time ago, and they trusted me," the mention of Peggy and Karla made his eyes widen in shock. "Trust that Captain," I knew I shouldn't mention myself - but I - she - was his friend too. However, before he could speak I removed myself from the armoury, the heavy metal footsteps echoed out - leaving him without an answer or a question to give...
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