"A Second American Hero... Well that's a coincidence. What happens now? You just gonna drop her at Rogers' doorstep?"
( steve rogers & oc - deborah murphy)
( post the avengers ➙ avengers: endgame )
*on hiatus
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[ SECURE LOCATION ] — ROGERS & MURPHY RESIDENCE WASHINGTON D.C. UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. EARTH.
January, 2014; 06:29 UTC ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
Steve left without saying goodbye, Debbie didn't expect him to. Furthermore, she didn't blame him for it either. She had laid her stubborn indecisions, in the grandest scheme, for the universe to mock the theatre it set her in. She didn't blame him at all. She blamed herself, because even when he told her not to run, and they implored their feet to stay steady on the ground, it was exactly what she wasn't doing. With every inhuman paced footprint that she trailed through D.C, soon Maryland, Debbie pumped her legs harder and arms stronger in every stretch.
Almost three months of concealing the biggest part of her life with Steve Rogers had made the truth seem infinitesimal. The way he learnt the truth had shown her how wrong she had been.
However, behind her the headlights of a blacked vehicle reminded her that she wasn't treading on the surface of the moon.
At the Maryland border, the lights behind her blinked—she'd gone far enough. But then they were turned to dim.
Debbie turned, undramatically and without preparation for who would come from the car.
Emerging, almost demonically in his black leather trench coat and black leather eyepatch from the car, and moving leisurely toward her, was Director Fury.
After the last conversation that Debbie had had with Fury there was nothing more that she wanted to say. As far as she was concerned, her relationship with Steve Rogers shouldn't have been any of his concern to warrant such a theatrical conversation.
She squinted his direction and how far the road stretched behind him. "Did you get cramp in your foot?" she asked unsympathetically.
"Tired yet? Or shall I meet you at the Mexican border?" he retorted, also straight faced.
"Was the explosion at the Air and Space you?" she demanded.
"I'm looking into it," he replied unsubstantially. "We need to talk."
"I think I need to talk to a lot of people. You're not who I want to start with," she said dismissively, hands on her hips, rolling her ankles and angling her body away.
"You do," Fury agreed without hesitation. "Do you want to do it here?"
Debbie mutely waited, folding her arms across her chest, where the dimmed lights caught the proudly pinned silver badge. When he noticed it, Fury's face didn't change, but he inwardly grinned before continuing, "Well, I've heard you've already been talking to Rogers."
"We're neighbours."
"Friends?"
"You didn't miss anything. Those conversations weren't substantially fruitful in any relation to your organisation," she lied.
