𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗.
Charlie Stark-Rogers has grown up in the shadow of the world's greatest heroes. But spending your entire life in the face of danger takes its toll on anyone. She has secrets, thi...
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𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄, Tony, and the Redhead approached Sam Wilson's front porch. The morning air was crisp and cool, blowing Charlie's greasy hair into her face, doing the same to her Dad and the assassin.
They were a mess.
"Alright," Tony muttered as they gathered at the front door. He took a moment to run his hands through his hair, apparently suddenly overcome need to look acceptable. "Ready?"
Charlie and the Redhead stared at him, bags under their eyes and wild hair and severely chapped lips.
"'Kay," Tony nodded tiredly. "That checks out. Welp, let's hope Rhodey isn't leading us into the dark."
Before he could change his mind, he raised his fist and knocked on the front door, the group's reflection shaking with the impact.
Charlie let herself lean against the railing, feeling weak. She exchanged blank looks with the Redhead, who looked ready to collapse, but still stood as sturdy as ever.
"What do we do if no one answers?" Charlie croaked after a moment of short silence. "Do we got back to-"
She was interrupted by the door suddenly sliding open, causing her, Tony, and the Redhead to jump slightly.
Charlie looked up, her mouth going dry when she saw the familiar figure of Sam Wilson in the doorway. He wore a tight black T-shirt and held an open carton of orange juice in his hand, expression serious and composed.
He looked exactly how he had a few months ago, when Charlie and her Pops had run into him at the Lincoln memorial.
Somehow, he didn't look very surprised to see them.
"Wilson?" Tony stood tall, tucking his hands in his pockets. "We're friends of-"
"Colonel Rhodes," Sam said, not unkindly. His eyes flickered among the small group standing on his front steps. "He called me, gave me a heads up. Said you were in a sticky situation, needed a place to lay low for a bit."
His eyes landed on Charlie and the corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. "Besides, Charlie and I go way back."
Tony whirled around in shock, staring at Charlie as his daughter waved, grinning. "You- how do you know?-"
"We met a while back, running in the park. Y'all were on vacation; I met your husband too."
Tony's jaw tightened at the mention of Steve.
Sam noticed and he shook his head, snapping out of the memories. "Here, come in- quick. I don't have prying neighbors, but I might already look suspicious as it is." He quickly gestured for them to enter his house, eyes darting over the empty street.
Charlie, Tony, and the Redhead filed in fast. The assassin immediately drew her knife, eyes darting around to each of the windows and doors.
"You'll be safe here," Sam eyed the Redhead as she crept slowly around his pristine kitchen, her expression blank.
