Seventy years; give or take, had past since Kyraila's time at the SSR. She worked hard as an agent, and was loved by her piers. As well as Agent Peggy Carter; the one and only. Both were thick as thieves, and stormed the world together. Defeating ba...
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Steve went to retrieve Nat, and Clint, and he also suited up for the mission at hand. I went to the bridge, and I wanted to speak to Fury before I went. I feel like we're on rocky ice, and it would break any moment.
"Fury," my voice was soft, alerting him to my presence from behind. He was at the large windows, and the circle glass flooring that you could see below. But I didn't want him to take a chance and speak before me. "I know we have not seen eye to eye on everything. But you have the right to have concerns about me," I state freely, knowing that I haven't fully come forth of who or what I am. In this age, keeping my secret is pressive, because technology can make it easy for the enemy to track your life. "But my goal right now is to keep people of New York safe, and I cannot do that if you do not trust me," I was blunt and straightforward with him.
"What I've witnessed, and how you are, I believe your intentions are true," Fury states, believing that my intentions were true. "You pop up in forty-five and from there you are active throughout the past seventy years, and not appeared to age a day," he was interested with the idea of not ageing and who I truly was.
"Information is power, it always has and always will," I explained softly, my tone never shifting from a calm and peaceful one. "I know what information can do to a person, a single piece could unreveal secrets. I keep my identity and what I am to myself," my eyes stared straight into Fury's one eye. "One day, I will trust you enough to tell you who I am. But today is not that day," Fury understood that, I could see it in his eye, he understood what I was telling him. He bowed his head slightly, giving me the indication that we were done here. I flourished my none-gauntlet hand up, as green smoke sprouted from the ground, quickly engulfing me. The smoke faded seconds later, and I was standing within a quinjet, seeing Steve standing - in his Captain America outfit, his helmet over his eyes, as they were upon me. Natasha and Cilnt were in the cockpit, flicking small levers, and pressing buttons, getting the jet ready.
"Everything all right?" Steve asks, his gentle blue eyes on me, his expression concerned but he didn't let it show.
"Now's not the time to buckle," I smiled thinly at him. "I assure you, my focus is protecting the people of New York," Steve seemed to smile at my comment, finding it honourable, and selfless. He hardly knew me, nor did SHIELD, even truly the public. I was just a hero who would be seen throughout the world, helping, protecting people.
I didn't even notice that we had taken off from bay six from the Helicarrier, my mind was elsewhere. My eyes wandered over to Steve who was standing in the middle of the jet, trying his best not to move around a lot, as we flew towards New York. I inhaled a few deep breaths, remembering the past five-thousand years of my life. Serving mankind, fighting their battles, winning. It just drove me more, but at times I did picture a simple life, one with a house, children running around, and living in a peaceful world. There's no words I can express, no one had the experience of joy, love, pain, loss, hatred, of four millenia...
