Riley's Girl

Step Ahead

-A few days later-

Lemar and Walker are sat at a cafe table in a quiet mall. Thinking they have finally ditched Y/N and exhausting all options and contacts they had to try and finish Karli. To no avail. 

"Man, you need to chill out. You've been on edge for the last few days." Lemar says worried.

"It's her." Walker lets out exhausted and defeated. "She-hi girls" he puts on his best smile as two young girls approach him with one of his postcards and a sharpie. Young, pretty and nervous, asking for a signature. 

"Thank you, thank you, take care." once the girls are out of sight, Walker sighs letting his head fall into his hands as he rubbed his eyes. Tired and overwhelmed.

"Talk to me man." Lemar pleads, his concern growing by the second watching Walker's turmoil unravel with no understanding to why. 

"She worked logistics Lemar, she left the army, she lost everything, hit rock bottom and she still stays one step ahead of me every damn time." Walker was confused, whilst a little impressed. Y/N's evasion and determination was knocking every step of progress he was making.

"You couldn't get them out?" Lemar asks shocked.

"No, somehow she's overrode my authority on those two. I don't know what else to do. We can't find Karli, can't trust Zemo. Can't get Barnes or Wilson and she-she-"

"She will do anything to avoid history repeating itself." you interrupt Walker's pity party. "I warned you. Don't go near them. Now, Karli. I've just got word Mama Donya died, she'll be there and she'll be vulnerable. Let's end this."

Walker looks up "What's the plan?"

Lemar laughs and claps enthusiastically "Now that's more like you." 

-A few hours later- 

Once again doing his best impression of a bull who's running at his matador with a red flag, Walker charges through the doors to the funeral location for Mama Donya. Smashing the glass panels all over the floor, banging the frames against the walls which echoes through the dismal building. 

You slowly and less dramatically walk in behind him, cracking the already broken glss beneath each step taken "did I ever tell you that subtlety was not your strong suit?" you ask rhetorically, since he already knew that but the irony was lost on him.

"by the way neither is that" you look and point at his suit. 

His eyes trail down himself before he looks at you through his lashes. Which is usually quite a flirtatious look, but on Walker, it was murder. Cold-blooded, pre-meditated, painful murder, on anyone else it might of intimidated them. Scared them even.

But you? It made you chuckle. 

You hold your hands up in surrender, heading down the hallway towards the room you knew Karli would use for the funeral. "alright, alright. It's this way." 

As you walk ahead, you hear the last few pieces of glass crack and break as he follows you down the hallway. Then the familiar stomping commences, the toddler stomping. 

Captain America, my ass.