YOU!?

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The amount of traffic was scary, I took my hands off the wheel and rubbed my eyes, absolutely annoyed because of how late I was. I know, I've been taking a break from S.H.I.E.L.D business but this was too important to miss. S.H.I.E.L.D was collapsing, and they need their Hawkeye back, at least that's what Nat said on the phone. Oh, well, bless her, I got a call on the satellite phone at the exact moment. Well, don't bless her because the traffic wasn't even the worst part. It was Nat calling me a hundred times! Not that I blamed her, but I kinda did.

"I AM COMING, NAT! HYDRA can wait. I'm stuck in traffic!" I yelled just as I picked the call, I could hear Nat controlling her laugh and I could totally see her iconic smirk too. It had been very long since we had seen each other. Well, I guess it was meant to happen since she's not just 'Agent Romanoff', she's the Black Widow.

"You're driving?" she asked calmly.
"No, I'm at Starbucks. Seriously!? OF COURSE I'M DRIVING! Unlike you avengers, I don't own a Quinjet!" I yelled at the phone yet again, and to be fair, she deserved it.
"Don't use your phone while driving, Y/n." she said and ended the call. THIS BITC-

God finally showered a blessing and the traffic went away. I drove as fast as I could to the given location, which looked like a safe house. A small house in a small neighborhood, didn't look like much but it's probably meant to blend in and I wouldn't expect any less from Nat. I encoded her a message first to avoid any possibility of HYDRA putting their tentacles in our way. A few minutes later, someone opened the door, I tightened my grip around my gun. I was on high alert just in case it wasn't Nat and to my surprise, it wasn't.

It was CAPTAIN FREAKIN' AMERICA! At first, I couldn't comprehend what I had just seen. He was nothing like those damned pictures, he was so much better! But...act professional, Y/n.

"You must be Y/n?" he asked and damn- that voice-
My mouth was completely shut, my body was frozen, I couldn't move, I couldn't speak, sooooo I just nodded.

"Steve Rogers", he said.

"I know" I remarked as I started into those blue eyes and smiled like an idiot.

That was a very stupid reply, and I cannot believe this is how my first interaction with Captain America went. I'd say this was the most shocking thing ever but it wasn't. I walked inside, hoping to see Nat but instead I saw a very familiar face that I was hoping I'd never see again. Sam Wilson. I stopped at once, my mouth wide open and looking him dead in the face. He just stood here in his purple t-shirt, with a bottle of milk in his hands. The same chinstrap beard, the short hair. One look was enough to make me lose my mind. Although, I could see that he was confused too.

"YOU!?" he asked arrogantly.

"My day just got a whole lot worse." I replied in an irritated manner because yes, my day did get a whole lot worse.

That's when I heard someone rush to that room. Natasha Romanoff. Finally, she decides to show up to the party. I know I wasn't looking but even Captain America was confused, I could hear it in his voice when he asked, "You both know each other?"

I scoffed and slowly walked towards Wilson, "Oh, yes. I know him. Samuel Wilson. US Air Force pararescue. I see they cut off your wings."

"Sure, Katniss Everdeen. I don't see your bow and arrow either." he replied. Oh, that voice, that stubborn, idiotic voice, pierced through my ears like a bullet. I tried to keep my calm but seeing him makes me wanna pull my own hair.
After an intense staring session, Nat finally broke the silence, "Break it up birds, we have work to do."

I looked at Nat with anger, this was something that she should've warned me about. I know she doesn't know who he is but she should've told me! "Not with him, no." I said as a crossed my arms.

"Finally something we agree on", he also looked at her, crossing his arms. Ugh. I would've very much liked to punch him in the face!
But in that moment, I could see Nat mentally face palming and Steve Rogers questioning his life existence.

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