Agent 13

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Steve Rogers POV

I rode home that night alone, only left with my thoughts. Why? Why did she react like that? I had told her about my feelings for her back then but why now? Why is it that now it's such a big deal. I mean to be fair, I had told her how I was "always in love with her". I walked up the stairs to my apartment, the building itself was small, only about three stories with just around two or three rooms on the floor. I fiddled with my keys until I heard the sound of my neighbor, Kate, walking out of her apartment. She had a laundry basket in one hand and her phone to her rar in the other.

"Hey, uh I gotta go" she said to the person on the other line, "my aunt, she's kind of an insomniac."

I smiled at her joke, when the idea came to me, if I couldn't be with Y/n, I was better off with someone new, "Hey, I mean, if you want you're welcome to use my machine"

"Oh yeah? What's the cost?"

"A cup of coffee?" For and old man, that was pretty smooth

She thanked me but then declined my offer claiming that her scrubs were dirty. I smiled and she started to walk down the stairs before turning around, "oh I think you left your stereo on"

I nodded my head and after she walked down the stairs I put my ear to the door and heard music that I swear I didn't put on playing. I suppose I was going in some other way.

Once I got inside, most of the lights were turned off. I grabbed my shield, and approached the room where I kept my record player. Sitting in my favorite chair was the man himself, Nick Fury. We had a conversation about his "wife" which was actually about someone spying on us.  I played along up until a bullet came crashing through the wall hitting Fury right in the abdomen

I heard Kate's voice which was then followed by the door breaking down and Kate walking through holding a gun.

"Captain Rogers? Captain, I'm Agent 13 of S.H.I.E.L.D Special Service."

"Kate?" I asked

"I'm assigned to protect you"

"On whose order?"

Kate, if I could even call her that, looked down to Nick's body, "his" she said before checking his pulse and then talking into her radio.

"Do you have a twenty on the shooter?" A man's voice said, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a dark figure.

"Tell him I'm in pursuit"

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