"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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[ OVERSEAS OPERATION ] — COVERT STRIKE TEAM OPERATION INDIAN OCEAN.
February, 2014; 01:39 UTC
set during Captain America: The Winter Soldier ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
While Captain Deborah Murphy was given an ultimatum and highly confidential information, untraceable, hovering a mile above sea level, the sleek SHIELD jet that was carrying Captain Rogers, Agent Romanoff and the specialist STRIKE team, moved into proximity of an imposing container ship that had been cruising at a formidable pace ever since it had been pirated. The SHIELD tactical team's mission was one of imminent extraction of more than a dozen techs and an officer.
The ship that was floating below them was a mobile satellite launch platform: affectionately named The Lemurian Star. They were boarded by French pirates after they secured their last payload over an hour ago.
"Any demands?" Steve Rogers, kitted in his uniform asked from the side of the jet. His arms were folded, inquiring in a stoic tone that radiated off of his order. However, his tense turn was not taken for granted by the team around him.
The last couple of days had been a mixture of SHIELD doing two things: one, stalling Captain Rogers questions, and two, making sure that this didn't distract him from the main business at hand—to carry out his duties as a SHIELD captain. Mainly, they hoped that he would not seek refuge in the Tower in New York, or waver his confidence in his decision to work for them, because everyone knew that if Rogers was on a mission it would go better than as planned, and he was almost always the one who planned it. After the explosion, after a short brief, Steve had been taken to the Triskelion, narrowly, unknowingly, missing Debbie's impromptu arrival around the same time. The agents swept their brows of sweat.
Agent Brock Rumlow, one of such agents, was ready for Steve with a more succinct and analysed version of the events that would need to happen in the next couple of hours. The call for the imminent extraction came at the best time possible. He replied to the Captain diligently, "A billion and a half."
"Why so steep?"
"Because it SHIELD's."
Steve concluded, with his hands on his hips and a laboured sigh, "So it's not off-course, it's trespassing."
Beside him Natasha Romanoff shrugged. "I'm sure they have a good reason."
Steve gave her a knowing look: a single glare that passed through them to know that there is no reason good enough. The rest of the room kept quiet, and their eyes trained on the screen, pretending not to hear his comment. "You know, I'm getting a little tired of being Fury's janitor," he said to her.
"Relax, it's not that complicated," Natasha dismissed, before following up suspiciously, "Got someplace better to be?"
