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Luke's POV
Touchdown!
We were on an aircraft carrier, stepping onto the deck with a gust of salty air to greet us. No sooner had we arrived than a stunning redhead came over to us.
"Take care of the captain's gear, guys," Coulson directed a couple of nearby crew members with a snap of his fingers. Then he turned to me, his eyes fixed on my backpack. "What about you, kid? Did you bring anything besides the clothes on your back?"
"Well, uh... I brought myself?" I stammered, a nervous laugh escaping my lips. "I kinda didn't have any gear on hand. Plus, it's all government property anyway, right?"
"Don't worry," Coulson assured me with a wink. "We've got something special lined up for you. But first, introductions are in order. This is Agent Natasha Romanoff. Agent Romanoff, meet Captain Steve Rogers...and this is Lieutenant Luke Faraday, our wildcard." He gestured towards me with a flourish, making me feel like a prize pony being paraded around.
"Ma'am," Steve said with a tone of respect, which made me wonder how he is feeling about all of this.
"H-hey there!" I blurted out, my voice cracking like a pubescent teenager. "Lieutenant Shadow, at your service!" Smooth, real smooth, I thought to myself, mentally face-palming at my awkwardness. Why does talking to attractive women always turn me into a bumbling idiot?
"Hi," she replied coolly, then turned to Coulson. "They need you on the bridge, they're starting to face trace."
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"Catch you later," Coulson said, leaving us in the capable hands of Agent Romanoff.
"Well, well," she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Lieutenant Shadow, the myth made real. Didn't think the infamous mercenary would actually show up." We started walking along the deck, the wind whipping at our hair. "It was quite a buzz when they found you on ice, Captain Rogers. Coulson nearly lost it. Has he asked you to sign his Captain America trading cards yet?"
Steve blinked, clearly confused. "Trading cards?"
"Think of them as super-rare, valuable collectibles," I explained, trying to keep my hands still. "They stopped making them ages ago, so they're worth a pretty penny now."
"And they're vintage too." She adds, sounding impressed, to my explanation
Strolling along, my eyes caught sight of a guy who looked like a fish out of water, totally bewildered by his surroundings. "No way that's the doctor, right?" I nudged Steve, already knowing the answer.
