brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

twenty-eight.

anastasia presley james
chapter twenty-eight
oct. 19, 2013

"wake her up, i don't care what it takes. wake. her. up. we're in berlin and she needs to be up."

i feel my lungs fill on air when a loud gasp escapes my lips. i sit up with my eyes open and i meet the one and only tony stark.

"my god, have you been waiting a week just to do that? quite a show."

i feel my hands warm and see my powers seeping through and i shake it off, concealing it.

"you're one to talk, stark. the whole 'i am iron man' act? i didn't forget."

i look around and see that it's just the two of us.

"how did you get me up?" i ask, still searching for a medical professional.

"uhm, friday.." he says, slowly.

"you're ai?" i ask and he nods. i'm on a gurney in a jet, wearing a hospital gown and see a bar at the end.

i could definitely go for scotch right now.

"okay, well, let me get you up to speed.."

i stretch out the neckline of the gown and peek at my body.

at least i'm wearing underwear.

"well, do you at least have a change of-"

he throws a clump of clothing at my face and i roll my eyes when i rush to the back of the jet to change.

"you brought me pepper's clothes?!" i yell, being as tony was more than likely still looking down at his phone at the other end of the jet.

"does it matter?!" he yells back to me.

"yes! because you brought me a tom ford pantsuit," i slip off the generic hospital gown and put on the slightly baggy trousers and slip on the blazer, buttoning them both up. there's no mirror so i can't see if i look decent or if i'm a mess.

i push aside the curtains and walk into the the seating area, to see stark still rummaging through his phone.

"shoes?" i put my shoulders up and he points at the seat beside me, without looking up. i let out a small gasp of realization and grab the black pumps.

"perfect, all we need are the huge sunglasses and a black umbrella and you'll be a pretty little liar," i roll my eyes and begin to stretch.

"so.. where are we?"

"berlin."

"ber-berlin?! why the hell are we in- and why do i need a three thousand dollar outfit for berl-" i pause and look at him, he's about to explain,"okay.."

"well, let's head to the shield office and we can talk about it," he smiles and we get off the jet.

ah, shield. so i came for work.

we make our way into an elevator and he begins to explain. and he explains everything that happened in the last week. my accident, wanda's accident, the press, the government, the united nations, the accords, steve, bucky.

i wish i could say i was surprised by my week long nap but i'm not. it was just sudden. i hope nothing was altered..

who knew they could all screw up so much in so little time?

tony fiddles with his glasses, he's anxious.

"so how's pepper?" i ask and he scoffs lightly.

"how's steve?"