"I'll spin for you like your favorite records used to."
IN WHICH a light-hearted and playful agent of S.H.I.E.L.D is paired with the humorless patriot of right and wrong, Captain America. Both despise each other with a fiery passion to start, but wh...
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RAYS OF LIGHT gradually peeked through window blinds, shining down into a simple room beneath it. Slowly, a young woman opened her eyes and blinked to adjust to the morning's sunshine. A sigh pushed past her lips and she sat up slowly. "Good morning, world." She said cheerily, even though no one else was there.
It was a small room, but its size did not prevent the woman from filling it will colorful, unique, and exotic posters of a variety of designs. Movie and book advertisements were plastered on the walls along with old photos, tinted with age.
The woman's bare legs swung over the side of her bed, with the carpet only just tickling her toes. Springing up with unusual energy, the woman rose to her feet and checked her phone. A new notification was at the top of the screen:
MISSION 2/14/2014 EXTRACTION TEAM ROMANOFF LEAD. ON BASE @7:00
"Romanoff leading?" she grinned at the thought. "This'll be fun."
She selected her clothes for the mission and walked out of the room with blaring headphones. The time was 6:30, leaving her barely 5 minutes to get ready. She never had early missions and had been accustomed to leisurely preparing for the day, so a protein bar was the quickest breakfast she could prepare before running out the door and yelling to rock music.
A short drive took her to the Triskelion, the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D in Washington D.C. The woman hurried down the street to meet with her S.T.R.I.K.E leader, Brock Rumlow. He was waiting for her at the front doors and did not hesitate to tell her off.
"You're late." He said sternly.
She increased her pace once he joined her. "No," she replied with a smile. "It's 6:58, not 7:00."
"The whole team's waiting," Rumlow growled.
"Well, they should have scheduled the mission for 6:58, then." She shrugged.
"Don't bring that attitude onto the ship." He said as he grabbed her arm and led her around a corner.
The woman yanked her wrist out of his grasp. "I know how to get to the hanger, you know."
Rumlow shot her an irritated glance. "Really? I thought with all your babble, you'd miss it."
She rolled her eyes. "I love how useful your sarcasm is."
"It's more useful than you." He replied dryly.
The woman stopped walking and gaped. "Wh-, okay, now that was too far."
Rumlow turned around and narrowed his brows. "You know how you can be useful? Getting on the quinjet so we can leave. Come on." He continued his pace, leaving the woman to follow behind grumbling.
Once the pair arrived at the ramp of the quinjet, they found the whole S.T.R.I.K.E team dressed in black, along with Natasha Romanoff and another man hidden behind the crowd.
