A Sunday Kind Of Love | 18+ { Steve Rogers}

E•L•E•V•E•N | Here I Go Again

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Sorry the chapter isn't a long one! Next one will be! Don't worry the angsty turmoil is almost over🖤🖤

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Steve frowned into his cup of coffee; it was bitter, burnt, and most importantly, not from Rosie's. He dropped the cup into the trash, "Who brought the coffee?", he asked.

Five heads popped up and nobody said a word. Steve was not okay, everyone around him could tell just by looking at him. He wasn't sleeping well and he had bags under his eyes. He could lie all he wanted, saying he was fine, but Steve Rogers was not okay. His team at SWORD knew it; he was short and harder on them during drills and missions. He had them running from one fight to the next.

Maybe the doughnuts would be better, he grabbed one with a napkin and headed towards his office. Steve frowned, walking into his office; this morning was starting horribly. It had almost two weeks since he had a decent cup of coffee, barely in his chair, and someone was knocking on the door.

"What?", he hollered.

Agent Allen stepped in, "I have that intel you wanted, sir.", she said, stepping into his office. Her brown, pixie hair was gelled back, dressed in the standard issue tactical pants and black shirt; Allen is by far Steve's favorite agent on Alpha Team.

Steve nods to his desk as he logs into his computer. "Good work.", he mumbles as she walks out of the room.

He reaches across for the papers while grabbing the doughnut. Reclining back in his chair, he takes a big bite. Steve stops mid-chew and looks down at the offending pastry; he drops it into the trash can under his desk as he grabs the napkin spitting the bite into it. Can he not have one that's not tainted?

An hour later, he finishes the intel report from Agent Allen; this is too good to pass up. He sends the assemble alert for Alpha Team; grabbing the shield from its place by his desk, Steve heads out.

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Sixteen grueling hours later, Steve, followed by his team, slowly exits the jet. They succeeded, but Agent Miller was injured, thankfully, nothing major. After a few days in the infirmary, he'll be good as new. Steve himself is pretty banged up this time; he has a gash across his thigh, a busted eardrum from an explosion, a few bruised ribs, and a gash above his eyebrow.

He does his best to put on a good face for Maria, standing at the doors, arms crossed, her right foot tapping the ground; she has an unimpressed expression. "Maria.", he nods, stepping aside and letting his team enter the building first.

"Rogers.", she says, taking in his appearance. She turns into the building, Steve falls in step with her, "What the hell were you thinking?" she growls.

Steve takes a deep breath and sighs, "I was doing my job.", he says calmly, even though inside he is not calm.

Maria scuffs, "The hell you were! If you have some goddamn death wish, that's on you, but I will not put that on my people or myself.", she says, stopping at her office. She nods for Steve to walk in.

"I do not have a death wish.", he grumbles, crossing his arms. He was tired, hungry, and in desperate need of a shower. He does not want to stand here and get scolded like a damn child.