Begin Again | Sam Wilson

Chapter Fourteen

The only sound that could be heard in their hotel room was Sam's fingertips gently gliding across the keyboard of his laptop. She had never seen him so focused before, or she just didn't notice. His eyebrows were slightly knitted together. His mouth was set in a firm line. His honey colored eyes were fixated to the screen as he compiled every piece of evidence they had acquired at the bank so they could send it to General Richardson and other members of the UN.

Brianna had been tasked with going through news and street footage, as well as photos from the crime scene to see if they could identify anyone. So far nothing riveting had appeared. She just couldn't wrap her mind around what the groups' intentions were. Why did they need money? To buy weapons? Supplies? Food? There was just still so much unknown which made their job of tracking them harder.

"What the hell are we doing, Sam?" Brianna finally broke the excruciating silence.

He didn't look up at her. He just kept typing. "We are reporting our findings and awaiting an answer as to what we do next. It's not all action all the time."

Brianna closed her laptop and moved it out of the way so she could lay on the bed. She stared up at the ceiling, counting the points of the popcorn ceiling. She only laid there for minutes before sitting back up again.

"Do you ever get bad feelings about something?" She asked curiously.

"All the time. Why?" He finally stopped typing to look at her. She sat crossed legged on one of the beds and was messing with one of her fingernails.

"I just have one right now, about this group we're dealing with. I feel like...it's bigger than what we're anticipating." She admitted.

"We've dealt with worse." Sam pointed out with a smile.

"I know, but it's just us. Not the whole Avengers."

"You're scared."

Brianna raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm not scared."

He leaned back in the chair and brought his hands behind his head. "It's okay to admit you're scared. It's been a long, hard few months. We've lost people we cared about. You have reservations. That's normal."

"I'm a control freak, Samuel. I'm currently not in control and I don't like it."

"Oh, I already knew that." He teased her just as his phone began to ring. He glanced down at it. "That was quick."

"What was quick?" Bri asked.

"It's General Richardson." He told her before answering and putting it on speaker. "Hello, sir."

"Wilson, is Agent Barton with you?" He asked.

"She is. You're on speaker." Sam informed him.

"I've just finished speaking with the United Nations after reviewing all the information that you two sent to us. It's clear that we have underestimated the group which has everyone in a slight frenzy. The news has already caught wind of the robbery. There was also other robberies in other countries around the same time." He explained. "For now, we would like to pull your team out. We need time to reevaluate everything."

Brianna tried her best to hide her disappointment. They had only just started and they were already being benched essentially. She understood their reasoning. They had to go about everything very carefully. It also didn't help that the world was still trying to rebuild.

"Understood, sir. Thank you." Sam said before hanging up. "Ready to go home?"

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Sixteen hours, two flights and one car ride later, Bri finally arrived home. They didn't even deliberate. They were both just sent straight home. She could feel the jet lag nagging at her as she ambled into her apartment. She placed her bag next to the entrance of her apartment, knowing she would unpack later. A stack of mail awaited for her on the counter. Most of it was either junk mail or bills.