Falling for the Captain

Ride Out

The 5 of us enter the weapons room and my jaw drops to the floor. Where in the fuck did Tony get all of this? There's an array of guns, bows and arrows, knives, some of Tony's suits... Are those grenades? When did we get grenades? The room itself is the size of my apartment.

"Yeah, that was my reaction too," Grace laughs and playfully punches my shoulder. I separate from the group and give myself a tour of the room. They already know where everything is, but I need to see this thing in its entirety.

"Tony made us our own locker, so everything you need is in locker 325!" someone yells from behind me, but I'm in complete shock.

"Faye?!?! You okay?"

"Yeah...yeah..." I try to say something so they know I'm somewhat still here. I find the lockers and try to find mine.

"322, 323, 324.... 325!" I sing. Force of habit to randomly start singing. I hear my cousins laugh in the background when they hear me.

"This is why we needed her to come back, bro. She reminds us to laugh as much as we can," someone says but I can't distinguish who. Do they really think that of me? I smile at the thought. Yeah, whatever, they're my family, but it still makes my heart happy, which is rare these days.

I open my locker, which is actually 5 lockers combined into 1. Damn, Tony really does know me well. I grab a thin thigh holster and attach it to the side without the slit. The side of the dress with the slit is quite high. I select a small handgun out of the probably 25-something guns in there. I lock it on the outside of my leg and lock a hand knife to my inner thigh. I grab another thigh holster and clip it on right underneath the first one. I attach another round of bullets and a second hand knife. Can't be too prepared, right? I walk to the other end of the locker to look at myself in the mirror.

Shitttt, I look good. I turn around and look at my ass. Damn straight, that's America's ass. Well, more like SHIELD's ass. Wait, SHIELD, doesn't exist anymore. Crap.

I close the locker before overthinking yet again and walk towards the center of the room, which has a boxing ring. What I didn't notice was the other side of the room. My jaw yet again drops to the floor once more.

"A FULLY EQUIPPED GYM!" I squeal like a little girl getting a pony for her birthday. I wouldn't know that feeling. My parents didn't even like me. But, if it did happen, I think what I'm doing now would be the correct reaction.

"Earth to Faye! We have a mission!" Nat yells at me.

"Shit, sorry. Excuse my fan-girling," I say as I walk back to the group.

"I don't think you need any tips or tricks. So, go kill it, guys! Wait, no, don't kill. Try to have a normal night, okay?" She says with hesitation on her face now.

We laugh at her statement and cave in for a group hug. It's a tradition we do every time we go on missions together as a family. You can never overuse "I love you". We walk towards the elevators with Nat and she presses the oh-so-familiar button. I grin and so do my cousins.

"Tony was feeling a little generous today, especially since it's Faye's first day back." Nat says and we all squeal like little girls. The elevator doors open and the boys rush out first, being more of a fan-girl than me. We look at the garage and laugh.

Can't believe he trusts us with his toys, I think to my self. We get to drive his cars. Tony has the COOLEST cars! What more could you expect from a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist?

We take a total of 4 cars: I take one, Griffin takes one, Sam takes one, and Kris takes one while Grace sits shotgun with her. Of course, Griffin takes the Supra. Sam takes the i8, again not surprising. Kris takes the Maserati Levante and Grace happily hops in the front seat. I'm left and I don't know what car to take.

"Don't overthink it, Faye. We both know what you want to drive." Nat says and places her hand on my shoulder. I laugh at her comment and grab a key. I open the door and turn the engine on. It roars like a lion and relaxes. My cousins begin to floor it while I slowly pull up to Nat.

"Well, aren't you going to fall behind?" She yells over the engine.

"It's not about the car you drive, it's the way you drive it!" I yell back at her with a wink. Then, I floor the Lamborghini Urus out of the garage, leaving a smirking red head behind.

I weave my way in and out traffic, but of course, in a safe way. Well, at least for the drivers around me. In the distance, I can see my cousins doing the same thing too. And before you know it, I'm behind them. I may not know much about cars, but I damn well know how to drive. Hence, making me one of the best getaway drivers. However, from time to time, I like to be the hot person sticking their head out of the window while shooting at some bad guys. I got stuck at a red light, which prompted my cousins to arrive before I do. I pull into the address that was plugged into the car, which ended up being a casino. The flashing lights, limos, people in formal attire flood the walkway. I see my cousins exit out of their cars  and separate from each other while I pull in. Heads began to turn in my direction, which causes my anxiety to flare up a bit.

Focus, Faye.

I push the gas a little more to do a little flex (I had too, okay?). I open the windows and hear a song blasting from the speakers. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a beautiful bearded dirty blonde, whom I immediately recognize from his file I previously read earlier today: Captain Rogers. I take a deep breath while I pass him, trying my best not to look in his direction.

I pull up next to the valet and they kindly open my door. I know everyone's staring at me, I can just feel it. I let my left leg out first, which had the slit, and purposefully expose my tattoo before exiting my whole body. I step out of the car and close the space between me and the valet worker and place a $50 bill into the worker's jacket pocket.

"Take good care of her, will you?" I whisper in his ear and I could tell he was getting a little too excited.

"Yes ma'am," he weakly says. I separate myself from him and see Griffin and Sam making threatening faces to the poor guy. I laugh and walk past my family, knowing that we can't be near each other. Luckily, we have our ear pieces so we can talk to each other.

"Was that really necessary, Faye?" Sam says with a serious voice.

"Oh honey, how do you think I became a Lieutenant Commander in the first place?" I reply with a smirk.

"Let's get it done, guys."

The casino workers open the doors for me and I gracefully walk inside.

Show time, baby.