New Avenger (A Steve Rogers love story)

Aboard the Helicarrier

Steve's POV

"What are you doing? This is my mission! You just screwed it up!" The woman yelled at me. She had dark brown hair pulled into a ponytail. She wore had a black, form fitting tank top with a white, unbuttoned, button down shirt over it. The woman wasn't wearing any armor. She must be really confident with herself. She also wore black cargo pants with black combat boots pulled over them. She had a belt around her waist with a gun holster that was attached to the belt and wrapped around her thigh. On the belt were a couple pouches. I wonder what's inside of them? She had a knife holster around her ankle, a big combat knife inside. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of green. She looked to only be 20.

I pulled Larvill's hands behind his back and cuffed them together.

"We need Larvill alive." Natasha said with no emotion.

"He doesn't deserve to live. He is a murderer!" The woman was furious. Her dark brown hair started to change. The brown soon disappeared as a fiery red took its' place. The green in her eyes had also turned to this blazing color.

Natasha, Larvill and I stared at the woman, eyes and mouths wide open. Was this natural? Has Fury heard about her? Natasha shook her head and grabbed Larvill's wrists, pulling him toward the door. She spoke to Clint through her headset. "We've got Larvill."

"Perfect. Tony and I will clear a path for you." Clint replied.

"Rogers. Bring the woman with you." Fury ordered.

I turned to face the woman. "Are you sure that's a good idea? She isn't very happy with us right now." I asked. Her hair was still a fiery red. It looked a lot like Natasha's.

"Yes. She has incredible abilities. She tracked down a man that the FBI and CIA have been looking for for several years. She found him within half an hour." Fury informed.

I nodded. "Yes sir."

"What do you want?" The woman snapped at me.

"You have to come with us."

They woman turned away from me. "They want me to go with them." She was talking to someone else. She must have a headset as well. She turned to face me again. She put her hands on her hips and said one word. "No."

"Just knock her out." Natasha recommended.

I shook my head. "I don't think that's a good idea."

The woman rolled her still red eyes. "You can't make me go with you. I'm going to kill Larvill whether you like it or not. I'm going to finish my mission and get paid." The woman pulled silenced pistol from a holster around her waist. She aimed the gun at Larvill and pulled the trigger. It all happened so fast. Her shot was exact. But I was fast as I ran in front of Larvill and Natasha, protecting them with my shield. The bullet bounced off my shield with a cling of metal and shot back at the woman, shooting right into her arm. There was a hole in her suit with blood pouring out, staining the area around the hole.

"Thanks. Now there's a hole and blood on my favorite shirt. This blood is never coming out." The woman looked down at the wound. Then she looked at her feet. She was now standing in a small puddle of blood. "Guess the bullet went deeper than I thought," the woman said sarcastically.

The woman's hair and eyes changed color again, but this time they changed to a darker shade of red. She stumbled around, reaching for something to keep her standing. Before she reached anything, she fell face first into the puddle of blood. I ran to her and picked her up, her eyes closing as I lift her into my arms.