UNORDINARY [1] ✓ (AVENGERS FF) [RE-WRITTEN]

[24] FIRST MISSION

FIRST MISSION

Since I don't really know what to do while I wait, I head outside and wait by the motorcycle, going through some books I saved on my phone.

Time passes by and the sky is now dark, a familiar shadow stretching on the pavement in front of me.

When I look up, I see a teary eyed Steve.

He doesn't look up when he reaches me, letting out a soft, shaky breath, and I don't hesitate to give him a hug, gently patting his back.

"Are you okay?" I ask in soft tone.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He says, but he doesn't break the hug.

He may not say it, but his eyes show how he is truly feeling inside. He is trying his best to put up a strong front. But now, he is not Captain America. He is Steve Rogers, a regular guy from Brooklyn.

We take our time until he is more relaxed.

"Can you drive? I can drive if you want." I offer.

"It's okay, I'm fine."

He gets on the motorcycle followed by me, and we drive back to Avengers tower without saying another word.

When we get there, we each go to our rooms, but before I go in, he stops me.

"Thank you for helping me do this." He says, playing with his key ring as he says it. "It means a lot."

"My pleasure. I'm glad you finally got your dance."

He nods.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Night Cap."

Fortunately, everything went according to plan. We even made it back with enough time for me to get a good amount of sleep for my mission tomorrow.

My first mission.

I still can't believe it. It feels so weird to think about it even now.

Not long ago I got to meet my heroes, and now, I'm going on my first mission.

I can't wait!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The next day, I wake up when I feel my phone vibrating. Groaning, I get up and make my way to the closet to grab my uniform.

Coulson will be here soon.

With a yawn, I head to the kitchen to get some breakfast before I leave.

On my way, I stop by Steve's door.

I hope he is okay.

Shaking my head, I continue and grab some cereal.

I'll talk to him later.

"Where are you going?" Natasha asks, eyeing the uniform as she sits across from me.

"Peter gave me a folder that had a mission, but I can't give any details. A jet will be here to pick me up soon."