Begin Again | Sam Wilson

Chapter One

A/N: Hello and welcome! Before you start, if you have not read my story titled, 'Never,' you may want to read it before beginning this story. This is a sequel to it. I'm super excited about this book and have loved writing every word of it. I hope you enjoy it just as much as me. Thank you for reading!

Two Months After Endgame

Brianna Barton found it quite excessive that Sam Wilson had required check ins every few weeks. She supposed he was scared that she was going to go off the deep end or something. She was doing the opposite in fact. All things considering, she was doing quite well. She had a new job. A new place to live. She was mending the relationship between her mother and her. She was no longer crying every single day.

She had good and bad days, of course. One day she would feel like she could do anything. Other days, she would lay in bed all day crying. She wasn't alone in her healing. It seemed like the whole world had some healing to do. Relationships had to be mended. So many people had been used to being alone that they forget what it was like to have someone there for them. Brianna supposed she was one of those people. She was having to learn to trust again.

She looked up from her phone just as Sam approached the table. She stood from her seat and gave him a small hug before sitting back down.

"I'm surprised you came." Sam told her.

"I was scared if I didn't that you somehow track me down." She said and flagged a waiter down. "Can I get a mimosa, please?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it a little early to be drinking?"

"A mimosa is a perfectly acceptable drink to have in the morning." She defended her drink choice.

"I was going to ask you how you were, but you already answered my question."

"I'm not an alcoholic, Sam. One drink in the morning is fine. Besides, we're celebrating."

"We are?" He asked confused.

She reached down into her bag and pulled a small, leather object and slid it across to Sam. "You can call me Agent Brianna Barton, public relations for SHIELD."

"You finally joined SHIELD?"

"I did." She said with a wide grin.

"Public Relations isn't a real job, you know? I figured you would be going on secretive missions or something." He said.

"If it wasn't a real job, they wouldn't have offered it to me." She told him. "I thought about it, but I'm wanting to take a small break from fighting. Oh, I also got a place. Well, a studio apartment. Living in New York can be expensive."

"Look at you all grown up and shit." He teased her.

She shot him daggers with her eyes. "So, how's Sarah and the boys? Their names are AJ and Cass, right?"

"I'm surprised you remembered, but they're good. It's been nice seeing them again. Sarah keeps asking me to move down there." He admitted.

"Why don't you?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I like the work I do and I can't exactly do it living there. You should come visit one time. You would love it, promise. It's a slower way of life."

"I'll consider your offer." She said.

"Not to change the subject, but I'm going to. I know you mentioned you wanted to take a step back from all the fighting, but..." he trailed off.

"But," she paused. "There's another reason for this meeting besides you wanting to see if I've gone all crazy?"

"I never said crazy. Just...we'll get back to your mental state in a second. I was contacted by the Air Force to carry out some missions that a normal Airmen couldn't do. They've paired me up some young guy, Torres, but I don't know if I can trust him yet. Nor do I really know him."