♤Callie's POV♤
When I finally wake up the next morning, I decide to tune into Steve's mind, just to see what's happening back in DC. I rub my eyes, wiping some sand off of my shoulder from my uncomfortable sleeping quarters last night. I sit, cross-legged under a tree, and breathe deeply. I shut my eyes and I immediatly receive thoughts from Steve's mind. I'm so used to tuning into his thoughts that it's just natural instinct.
See, when I tune into thoughts, I don't see anything unless the mind I'm in wants me to. When we are on missions, Steve will sometimes think of a spot to meet, and if I read his mind, I can figure out where it is. This time, there is an over dose of snippets of memories. The thoughts move so fast, I can barely make them out. I see someone lying on a hospital bed, a runner, then a man with a metal arm.
The thoughts themselves overwhelm me, but the words that go with it echo through my head.
"Pulse?"
"Negative."
"Tell them I'm in pursuit."
"On your left."
"1:03."
"SHIELD comprimised."
"Fast, strong; has a metal arm."
"Don't do this to me."
My eyes snap open, and a strangled gasp escapes my mouth. I've never heard Steve's mind so...discombobulated. He sounds unsure, sad, and wary. It hurt me to feel him like that.
I try and shake off the feelings of death and wariness to get a move on my mission. I'm close, I'm sure of it, since the connection felt pretty strong when I fell asleep last night. It feels weaker now, probably because a part of mind is trying to decipher Steve's thoughts. I swing my bag over my shoulder and get up, following my gut to my destination. All the while, Steve's thoughts swarm the back of my mind like a nest of bees, stinging me every time I think way to hard about them.
I stop suddenly, attempting once again to clear the thoughts from my mind. I press the heels of my hands to my forehead, breathing as evenly as possible. When I look up, ready to continue, I double-take at the sign to the left of me.
"Well," I say aloud to myself. I continue down the road leading my instinct guide me. Now I had an idea where I am.
I've just crossed the border into New Jersey.
♤Steve's POV♤
Natasha and I are standing in a hospital room, where Fury's body lays, covered in a cloth so only his face is showing. The flash drive he gave me right before he was shot feels heavy in my pocket. I have no intention to mourn over his body at the moment, as I'm positive I just felt a connection with Callie. How, I'm not sure, but I just lean against the wall, waiting in case she comes back into my mind, watching Natasha stand next to Fury. This has really hit her hard; I've never seen her so broken.
"We need to take him," Agent Hill comes in and stands next to me, keeping her eyes forward and her voice as even as possible. I can hear the slight crack at the end, though. Natasha doesn't move from her spot beside her fallen boss.
"Natasha," I say gently, trying to get her to let go. She carrasses Fury's forehead softly, then abruptly turns on her heel and storms out of the room. I take off after her.
"Natasha," I say, more demanding this time. She spins around, her straight red hair whipping through the air.
"Why was Fury in your apartment?" She asks quickly, staring me down with piercing eyes. I fumble for an answer, because I'm not entirely sure.
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Life's Greatest Lie (#2 in the BA Series)
Fanfiction♤It's been a year since the Battle of New York, and yet, for Calliope Jones, it still feels like it's happening. Steve and Cal are both mentally and physically scarred from the events of that day. For Cal, she can barely reminisce, though, since she...
