The Black Knightress (Back up for fulls)

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December 5 2015-Compound-Sarah's POV

While i'm sitting at the desk in my room, I realize I don't have a mission suit anymore and that if i'm gonna go on a mission next week then I need something to wear. The only ones I have are old ones that belong to Maria and Natalia when S.H.I.E.L.D. was a security blanket for this country.

I don't know where Clint, Steve and Natalia get their suits, they'll probably yell at me if I ask. So, I grab a spare piece of paper to begin sorting my ideas out, but my mind stops at that.

Where am I supposed to get the fabric for this?

I rise from the wooden desk and head straight for Steve's room for me to see him sitting at his desk while the sound of a pencil skimming a page fills my ears. Wind blows through the window at his side and his golden hair that's identical to the ends of mine fr ruffled around each time the wind comes through the room.

"Steve?" I start

"Yeah, Honey?" he pops his head away from his art

"Do you have any old uniforms that you don't use anymore?"

"Yeah..why?"

"Can I have one?"

"May I ask what for?" he gets up from his seat

"I have an idea." I smile slightly

He lifts his eyebrow to me as he looks through his closet full of plain shirts, button up shirts, his old military uniform and Captain uniforms that have cuts up and down the fabric along with bloodstains and broken seams.

He hands me a brighter blue one with a velcro neck and zipper as well as a darker blue one from when he rescued me and we saved Sokovia.

"Are you gonna try to fix those?" he chuckles as I admire the suits

"Quite the opposite actually, will you be needing any of these back?" I hold them up

"No, do with them what you like. I also have a few prototype ones..here." he hands me a few hangers with patriotic suits hanging from them

I push them away and take the ones he's used, the length and size of their fabric hanging down to the floor. My mind continues thinking out the plans for this, leading me to walk to my Uncle's room.

"Uncle James?" I peek in his doorway

"Yeah, Doll?" he turns around

"Do you still have your old jacket?" I ask

"Which one?"

"Your leather one with all the straps and buttons.."

"I was gonna get rid of it in Bucharest, it's in my closet. Why do you need it?" he asks sadly

"I have an idea."

"She told me the same thing, Buck." Steve announces from his bedroom

Uncle James lets out a smiling sigh and gets up from his bed, guiding me over to his closet that holds two large jackets and a few big-long shirts. He hands me a box that I take the lid from to see the jacket he wore as The Soldier.

"Thank you, Uncle James." I smile before kissing his cheek with the box in hand

I take the three things with me and head back to my room, grabbing scissors, thread, my sewing machine I took from a local dumpster on the way back from school, a measuring tape and some pencils to continue my plans.

I start by laying the suits out on my bed and taking in the sections of them I want to use on my suit, the grey arm panels from the 2012 one, the sleeves from the elbow down on that same suit as well as the pieces from the knee and down, the back panel from that suit too and move onto the Sokovia suit. I want the red pieces from his sides, the back piece like from the 2012 one and the star.