Loaded guns

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Y/n approaches the door and rings the doorbell praying Nick knew it was her. Nick slowly opens the door.

Fury: Y/n you scared me you took long quickly come in

Y/n dawdles in and dumps her bag on the floor and makes her way towards Nicks leather sofa

Y/n: so Nicky how ya doin'

Fury: I'm good how are you

Y/n: completely fine never been better

Fury: hmmm bold lie there, you are not fine

Y/n: Nick I'm fine, promise

She slumps on the sofa.

Fury: Fine don't tell me. I'll be back soon I've got to go cover your tracks

Y/n: no you don't have to clean up after me

Fury: I do

He exits, leaving Y/n by herself. She puts her head phones on and let's herself zone into the music leaving the real world behind. Few hours later theres a knock at the door that only just goes over Y/n's headphones she silently pulls her headphones off and looks through the peephole of the door. Only to be found with the one person she didnt want to be around. Captain America.

Y/n: Fuck

She makes her way to the kitchen she grabs a piece of paper and quickly scrawls: brb capsical arrived taking no chances sory Nicky. :) - the unwanted one

A/n

Sorry this is short I'm currently part of a school production just a small part but they still need me for 2 hours lol

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