Mrs Rogers

✨⭐️Introduction⭐️✨

"Hi, I'm Maddison Rogers and this is my husband Steve." Nope. Let's try that again. "Hi, I'm Maddison and this is my husband Steve." Nah, one more time. "Hi, I'm Mrs Rogers." Nope. I just could not get that to sound natural, because it was all bullshit. One more time, girl. You can do this. "Hi, I'm Maddison Rawlings and I've been forced to go undercover with the one person at the agency who despises me and believe me, the feeling is mutual. So let's just try and make it through the year without having a complete mental breakdown, ok?" Yup. That one sounded pretty good if you ask me.

If you ask my boss, I'm Maddison Rawlings. I'm Five feet and six inches, dark brown shoulder length hair and hazel eyes. I'm a trusted advisor and agent and have been for several years. I've saved the country more times than I can count and I'm fluent in several languages, which makes me very useful for missions. To the rest of the world right now, I'm Maddison Rogers. A housewife who moved to a cute little, if slightly Stepford vibed town called Peachville, which was as white picket fenced as you can imagine. I live here with my husband Steve and we were newly married, living together in a really pretty one bedroomed house and we were super happy. Make way for the massive eyeroll.

But I'm skipping too far ahead. Let me start at the beginning....

There are a lot of things I loved about my job and I could probably sit and list it all for hours but you'd be bored. My job involved me travelling the world, putting away bad people and having access to an insane amount of personal details about people that meant I could probably cause some serious problems, though I never would. I was good at my job which meant I was usually swamped with reports from missions. Yup. I was an advisor/agent for S.H.E.I.L.D. Strategic homeland intervention, enforcement and logistics division. I basically went after idiots who posed advanced technological threats.

I'd just completed a quick mission in Russia which meant I was now back in the office and preparing debriefing reports for my boss, he would then run them past his boss and if there were any loose threads, I'd be consulted. I usually ended up consulting on other case files, due to my experience in the field and I was fluent in a couple of languages so I sometimes got brought in to be a translator, I knew my shit.

I got to my desk and sat down, switching on my computer and whilst it loaded up, I looked around the office and waved at a few people that I'd not see for a while. Some of them I knew I'd catch up with and others I simply smiled and moved along.

It was nice being in the office for one day and then knowing I had the weekend off which wasn't that uncommon for me, I pretty much worked a 9-5 if I wasn't out in the field and if I happened to be home, I always took the weekend off to recharge my batteries and hang out with friends. Well, the only friends I had were people I worked with and this particular weekend, I wouldn't be hanging with any of them because they were all going to be at a party. A party I wasn't invited to, I was never invited to them.

I wasn't invited because the person throwing the party didn't like me very much, it was well known throughout the office and it didn't bother me too much, I wasn't there to make friends. I was there to work and that was it, I had loads of friends at the devision which did make work a little more enjoyable but there was one person who just made it difficult for me and lucky for me - or not in this instance, his desk was right next to mine.

When I say his desk is next to mine, I mean there is literally six inch between the edges of our desks and that was too close for me, it made it even worse when desk assignments were alphabetical by last name so I couldn't move and I enjoyed it when he was on his own missions, it meant I could look to my left without seeing him or having him glare at me. Today however, he was in and he was strutting down the office floor saying hello to everyone. He would say hi to everyone except for me, it was pretty childish in all honesty but I could ignore it. I didn't need the drama, or want it and I had absolutely no need to speak to Steve Rogers. He could continue blanking me if he wanted to, he could continue deliberately not inviting me to social gatherings he had because I didn't give a fuck.