Chapter one

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Sam: "question you have to ask yourself is...how are you gonna used it?"

Sam walked away from the meeting of heads of government in New York, strolling among the masks of flag-wavers on the ground, curious citizens and journalists.
He glanced at John Walker, then walked over to me and Bucky
"Sorry, I was, I was texting and so all I heard was the black guy has Stars and Stripes"
we started walking in the opposite direction of the crowd. Sam chuckled to him

"Nice job Cap" Barnes added, lowering his voice

" Yep, well done" I said

"Thanks"

We approached the car that Sharon was leaning in, dabbing blood from her gunshot wound.

"Sharon?" .
"Blocking my light" she said.
"We gotta get you to a hospital".
"She's not gonna listen" Barnes replied to Sam.

"It's not the worst thing that's happened to me all week" she gasped.
"Told you" he added.

"Uh, Cap?" Said a man to us.
"I think he's talking to you" I whispered.

"Look I'm sorry for how things ended down here"..."for what it's worth, suits looks good on you" Sam chuckled at her words.

"Thanks".
"All right, look, can we get out of here, please?" I said to Sharon.

She breathed heavily and started walking "I didn't forget my promise" Sam added looking at Sharon.

Then he starts to turn to go back to the man who had called him. me, Bucky and Sharon went in the opposite direction to get away from the mess and the crowd that had arisen.

I never thought I'd be in this situation, not in 2016 when I was recruited, not 7 months ago when I came back from the blip, and not 6 weeks ago when I met Sam and Barnes again. But he deserves it, he's going to be a great Captain America.

The first time I met him we were in Leipzig, at the airport, in a very different context.

Flashback
(2016, Manhattan)

I enter my apartment and see the door open.

Not living in a nice part of town I'm sure I closed it, I couldn't forget it. I start walking stealthily carrying a Swiss cut I had in my pocket.

I hear noises in the kitchen, I quickly close the door behind me trying not to make any noise, then I go to my right, to enter the kitchen, and...

"it is not a nice area to live in, people could enter your house, maybe to rob you, and you would not notice".

I looked at the figure in front of me with an astonished air, he had one hand behind him, resting on the kitchen counter, and the other was holding a glass of water that he was bringing to his mouth.

I wasn't stupid i knew who he was...tony stark...iron man...the eccentric billionaire who saved people, with his friends, the Avengers.

I read about them a little earlier in a newspaper, it was talking about the mess Captain America had made, the Sokovia accords, an assassination of an African king in Vienna... I bring the knife back to my pocket, a little hesitant, not understanding why he had come here, and partly intuiting it...

"Tony Stark, nice to meet you". He sets the glass down on the kitchen counter and held out his hand.

I squeezed it, I didn't want to be too bold, I had to appear calm and impassive.

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