brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

twenty-nine.

anastasia presley james
chapter twenty-nine
oct. 20, 2013

following the boys was probably the most exhausting experience, and the fact that i stole a car, makes me a criminal too.

everything felt wrong. i should have talked to tony, and told them where the boys were. but if what steve said was true, that bucky wasn't actually behind the bombing, i have to get in front of this mess before tony does.

the stayed inside of a very creepy motel, isolated. they were smart for that, but pissed me off. i really hate tony for not giving me more comfortable clothes.

it's two in the morning and i sat in the car, parked outside of the dark motel. one room had the light on, the room that they had taken. i could knock and just get an explanation. 

i sigh and look around in the car i'm in. it's a volkswagen, black leather interior, it still has a new car smell. no one gets this type of car unless they need to be hiding in plain slight. 

i open the glove compartments where there was a cellphone and a passport. i grab the cellphone and turn it on, there was no password. i look through the phone and find nothing, no contacts, no recent calls, no photos.

 i look in the back and feel over the seats, the middle seat wasn't as tightly hinged into the car as the others. i lift it and it had a laptop, i pull the laptop out and connect it to the motels free wifi. 

i then get started on rebuilding a version of my favorite person, serena. 

within twenty minutes i was able to create another ai, i upload it to the car and i ask it to look for the nearest open shop with anything close to what my suit actually is. this ai is now nicki.

i don't exactly need the laptop now that nicki is uploaded to the car..

i break open the laptop and pull out the gps chip that was in it. i open the car door and run over to steve's buggy. 

i open the hood of the car and press the chip inside of the hood. i slowly shut the hood and run back to the car. 

"nicki, track steve, make sure you tell me every movement that car makes," i sigh and recline my seat. 

ten minutes go by and its radio silence. no movement.

"hey, nicki? do you think i could shift my clothes with my powers?"

"well, miss james, you are the only person who could keep you from reaching your full potential."

i think to myself, i could honestly just take the pantsuit apart and remake it into what i want it to be, it's just the shoes.

i roll my eyes and just think about a nice shower. stings are so boring. cop shows make them seem much more interesting.

"nicki, keep me posted," i stare at the car's ceiling and let out a huff of air. this is going to take so long.

a few hours pass and i see them rush out of the room and into the car. they seemed stressed and relieved at the same time.

"nicki?"

"i'll see where they're going, boss," nicki responds, i nod and hide as best as i can. i wave my hand and hope that it cloaks me.

a minute passes and i sit right up, they're gone. they left.

"nicki, gps."

the gps pops on the screen on the car and shows where they're going.

"good job," i smile to myself, as i restart the car.