Begin Again | Sam Wilson

Chapter Five

The ringing from Brianna's phone sounded like someone had stuck an airhorn right next to her and blew it as loud as they could. She felt like death as she blindly reached for her phone. Once she felt it, she brought it to her ear, "H-Hello."

"Morning, sleeping beauty." Sam spoke in way too cheerful tone.

"Fuck you, Sam." She said strained as she attempted to stand up. She ran a hand over her face, trying to wake up. "How much did I drink last night?"

He chuckled. "Too much. At one point you threatened to stand up on the bar and give everyone a 'show' as you put it."

"I did not." She said mortified.

"I swear you did. That was when I pulled your ass down and said I'm taking you home. You weren't too happy about that." He explained.

"I'm so sorry." She apologized, feeling embarrassed.

"It was worth it. Everyone needs to let go every now and then. Anyways. I'm calling you because we got a mission."

She sat up straighter. "We did?"

"Well, we're assisting in one. We leave tomorrow, just after midnight. I was going to offer for you to stay at my place since it's a shorter drive to the base and you wouldn't have to wake up as early. Plus, we could go over the case together." He explained.

"We can't discuss it over the phone?"

"No. The government might be listening." He said jokingly.

Brianna smiled. "Sam, we are the government, but I suppose that's fine."

"Okay. I'll send you my address. Pack comfortable clothes, passport, ID, sidearms, bulletproof vest if you've got it." He explained.

"Got it. I'll see you in a few hours once I've sobered up." She admitted.

It took her thirty minutes just to get out of the bed. Every time she moved, she felt as if she were going to be sick at any moment. Before she took a shower, she took some headache medicine to nurse the throbbing in her head. She would never drink that much again. That was what she said last time though. She smelt horrible. Like alcohol and cheap cigarettes.

Once she was out of the shower, she braided her hair into two Dutch braids. It was a style she liked to wear her hair in when she knew she could be gone for a few days potentially. Especially if she wasn't going to be able to shower. She slipped on a pair of shorts, t shirts and tennis shoes, knowing there was no sense in getting dressed up since she was just going to Sam's house.

She always kept a go bag on hand, which made packing a little easier. She just threw a few extra pairs of clothes into the bag and slipped her bulletproof vest on her free arm. It was too big and heavy to fit into the duffel bag. She had not actually checked the time until right before she was leaving: 10:12am. She didn't know she had slept that late. She sent a quick text message to both her parents that she would be going on a mission with Sam for a few days and that she would most likely be off the grid, unable to contact them.

In all the years she knew Sam, she had actually never been to his house. Well, it was more like a townhome. She pulled up to the house that matched the address. It was a cute, brick house with iron stairs leading up to a door. She pulled the duffel bag out of her passenger seat and ascended the stairs so she could knock. He opened the door with a grin and gave her the once over. She looked less than thrilled to be there.

She picked a brown bag. "I brought lunch."

"Come in." He said and allowed her to pass.

The house was just as cute on the inside as it was the outside. While the decor was plain, she still liked the classic feel. There were stairs on her right that she assumed lead to another floor. The floors were a chestnut wood color. To her left was a small eating area connected to the kitchen and small living room.