Purpose (Steve Rogers + y/n)

Chapter 2

March 2001

Y/n is 16

Y/n Cook.

That's what everyone has known me as since the accident.

The press were told very little about where I went when my parents were killed. As far as they were concerned, I died with my parents. Tony decided to keep it that way. I mean, I became the world's richest 6 year old overnight. If someone had assassinated my parents, what's stopping them from going after me?

So, for the last 10 years, I've stayed undercover with Tony. It's not THAT bad, but it's still not the best. Tony is always "Working" and is never home anymore. I've grown accustomed to living by myself. In my free time I was usually researching Dad's business and trying to figure out the way he did things. I had found out about an organization called Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. Dad had helped form it with a bunch of other founders. One that caught my eye was a lady named Carter, "Peggy" Margaret. She seemed pretty bad a** and I hoped to meet her one day.

Today, I had decided to submit my papers to become an agent for the company. I hadn't told Tony but thought it might be good to help with something my dad had helped begin.

I opened my laptop and heard the familiar hum of the electronic fans working. I opened up the file and hovered the mouse over the submit button. This could change my life...

Suddenly, it seemed as though the button pressed itself.

My application was sent.

I shakily shut my computer screen and looked out my window.

No way I just did that.

I quickly opened the screen back up.

1 new notification.

That was quick...

I hovered over it before opening it.

We've been waiting for you y/n stark.

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2010

Y/n is 25

It's been 4 years since I joined Shield.

No one liked that I called it Sheild, but I think it fit.

I had quickly become one of the top agents here. I had found my purpose. Shortly after being accepted, I moved out of Tony's place and moved into the facility.

I have found a family here at Shield. Nick Fury had become the closest thing to a father figure I had, Natasha was a sibling, and Clint was some crazy uncle.

I have a bunch of other amazing people here and have come to love them all. I hadn't told Tony though. He would have flipped if he found out. As far as he was concerned, I was living on my own, in a cute apartment, working in some bookstore. He thought I was as far from danger as possible.

In reality, I had been on dozens of world saving missions and had been shot at more times than I could count. If Tony knew that, he'd probably have a heart attack.

Right now, I am headed to the training facility. Nat and I had a session booked. Usually, she put up a good fight before I beat her, but today I had a feeling I was about to have my butt served to me.

"Hey Y/n!" Nat called out, already warming up.

"Hey Nat!" I joined her and began to warm up. Other agents were on treadmills, boxing, or lifting weights around us. I sighed and looked up at the TV that was playing in the corner of the room. It was playing some sort of news broadcast, as usual.