verb. fail to remember
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She was forgotten.
He forgot.
She didn't mean to. Neither did he.
They were both dragged in. They both fought out. Surviving is hard. Living is harder.
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~Based on characters and events of the MCU, I only take credit for my...
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April 2014
The sunglasses felt weird on my face, but I have never felt more badass.
Sitting in the café with Sam, as he dialled the number of the bald man I could see through the crowd of people, made me feel like I was in a James Bond movie. It was very exhilarating.
Narrowing my eyes at Jasper Sitwell as he picked up his phone, I could see his mouth move in perfect time with the tiny voice coming from Sam's burner phone.
'Agent Sitwell, how was lunch?' Sam was calm and collected. I felt my face fall into a deadpan expression as I remembered I was meant to be that composed as well. Sometimes, it was hard to remember I was a grown-up. 'I hear the crab cakes here are delicious.'
They were not. When Sam heard I had never had a crab cake before, he bought me one while we were waiting, and I almost threw it up. The man took one look at my expression and practically fell off his chair laughing. But it was all a part of the tactic.
'Who is this?' I could only just hear the agent's voice over the other side of the phone, but it wasn't too hard to guess what he was saying, either.
'The good-looking guy with girl with pink hair, your 10 o'clock.' Sam replied. Jasper Sitwell looked up, fear in his dark eyes, in the opposite direction from where we were sitting. The idiot. 'Your other 10 o'clock.' Sighed Sam, clearly thinking the same thing I was. 'There you go.' He said when the Agent's eyes finally fell on us.
Sam raised his orange juice (the man must love the stuff, he had some for breakfast too) and I waved and blew him a kiss.
'What do you want?' Agent Sitwell demanded.
'My friend here is going to escort you to the corner to your right,' Sam explained, which was my cue to stand up. 'There's a grey car two spaces down. You and she are gonna take a ride.'
'And why would I do that?' the man asked. Honestly, were all bald men this infuriating? Zola had barely any hair on his head too, and he acted a lot like this man. Maybe it was a HYDRA thing.
'Because that tie looks really expensive,' Sam threatened, 'and she would hate to mess it up.' On cue, the red light from Natasha's laser appeared in the dead centre of the agents chest. The gun warmed in my pocket. After a lengthy debate between Sam, Steve, and Natasha, they had finally decided to give me one, because I wasn't enhanced like Steve, or military trained like Sam, or a deadly assassin like Natasha.
Sam took the phone away from his ear. 'Go, Lilith. I'll catch up with you guys in a bit.' I gave him a two fingered salute and skipped off to approach Agent Sitwell and take him by the arm. In a friendly manner, of course.
I could see the recognition dawn in the man's eyes when I took off my sunnies to glare at him with my own. My eyes were a murky kind of hazel, by the way, and they looked fierce in the sunlight.
