Washington, DC, U.S. 2014 (Present)
Victor was a light sleeper, he needed to be to stay alive in his line of business so when Steve got up and entered the Shower the British male woke up and decided to retribute Steve's favor by cooking breakfast. Victor found eggs, bacon, and orange juice inside the fridge, he also placed two slices of bread on the toaster and started to fry four eggs and some slices of bacon to go along with it - It smells good - Steve said exiting the bathroom with a towel lazily wrapped around his hip - Good, I'm not a chef but... - Victor said and froze as he saw Steve, that scene was definitely making him think with his other head.
- But?... - Steve asked smiling - But I can do some of the basics - Victor said shrugging - Rogers? You really need to stop leaving a key under your doormat, I'm here for my morning coffee - Natasha's voice echoed as the door swung open, Victor grabbed two knives and threw one of them right next to Natasha's face. The redhead stopped in the middle of the room and looked around in silence for a few seconds - You bitch, you're fucking Steve Rogers - Natasha shouted - What? No, I'm not! - Victor shouted back - Then why is he on a towel and you are cooking breakfast like a basic housewife - Natasha inquired removing the Knife stuck to the wall and placing it back on the counter - It's not that, he needed a place to crash okay? - Steve said with his cheeks burning read.
- You own a penthouse, why didn't you crash at your house? - Widow asked still in disbelief - SHIELD is trying to murder me - Victor explained taking the eggs from the frying pan and setting them down on the two plates he had arranged - What? - Romanoff asked - Someone issued a kill order for me, someone inside of SHIELD that did not like the fact I was digging around for Fury and came across some disturbing stuff - Victor explained. Steve had been inside his room changing into some fresh clothes, Natasha took her phone from her pockets and started to check the orders issued by the command - The order is still active - The woman said - I hope you are not planning to kill me because it is going to end badly for you - Victor spoke organizing the plates on the table, pouring the orange juice and setting down the silverware - Do you want something? - Victor asked looking at the woman - Coffee? - She asked - The expresso machine is right over there - Victor pointed her towards it and she went there to brew some for her.
- So, what's the plan? - Steve asked sitting down to eat - I'm probably going to disappear for some time and you'll deliver that drive to Fury - Victor said eating a bite of the eggs - Why don't we take you the triskelion today? You can't be walking around with a kill order on your back, Fury can cancel it - Natasha suggested - Exactly I... we are not letting you on your own now - Steve corrected himself and drank the juice - I mean, it might work, but we would have to get to Fury's office before I'm identified, and that won't be easy - Victor spoke - A photostatic veil will do the job - Natasha smiled.
- Chop chop, let's go because, apparently, no one is safe anymore - Natasha said as her cup of coffee was ready, Steve and Victor finished their food in a bit of a hurry and Victor changed into his tactical uniform but made sure to throw a coat on top of it - So who am I going as? - Victor asked as Natasha placed the veil on his face - A generic white male, basically yourself - She said laughing - Let's just go before I regret it - Victor complained getting up. The trio moved fast but precisely not to call any unwanted attention to them, Natasha's car was parked right in front of the apartment complex - You brought the Corvette Stingray? - Victor asked - Yeah, handsome, right? I call him Thomas - The redhead spoke - Gorgeous, too bad it only has two seats - Victor shot back - Well I didn't know you were going to be here - She said - What am I supposed to do? call a fucking cab? - Victor inquired already exhausted - And get killed in the process, no thanks, just get on Steve's lap or vice versa, it's a ten-minute drive - Natasha shrugged and got inside.
- Fuck! - Victor screamed stressed and a fire hydrant on the other side of the street went flying away - Chill, Steve's not going to mind it, are you? - Natasha asked - No... I've been in various cramped spaces in the army - Steve reassured Victor smiling. Steve got inside the car first and Victor squeezed in as best as he could not be completely on top of Steve - See, it's fine - Natasha laughed - Shut up and drive - Victor said trying to accommodate himself. A lot was going on inside of Steve's head, but his conscious was constantly screaming "Please don't get hard" - You're hard like a rock - Victor spoke - WHAT? - Steve screamed almost fainting - I mean your chest, muscles are generally squishy when not contracted, but yours are rock hard - Victor said - Oh... - Steve recovered control over his breath - It's from the serum - The supersoldier said - Enjoying the ride? - Natasha asked making a sharp turn and throwing both men against the door - Enjoy the last ride you're having in this car, as soon as my privileges are reinstated I'll take it from you - Victor said backshifting to the position he was in before.
After a few other minutes of silence, the triskelion came into view - Finally - Victor spoke, Natasha drove to the underground parking lot and Victor opened the door jumping out of the car - I'm so sorry for that Steve - Victor spoke a bit ashamed - It's okay - Steve smiled in response with his cheeks a bit red - Let's go - Natasha ordered and the duo followed her to the elevator hall where one glass box was already waiting for them - Director's office - Natasha said - There is an unidentified person on the elevator without clearance for that floor - The elevator said back, Victor opened the metal panel and connected his phone to the exposed wiring - Destiny confirmed - The elevator said bit glitchy and the metal box started to move up. Victor forced the elevator to ignore all of the other calls it was receiving and head directly toward Fury's office.
The group exited the glass box and got to Fury's door, they knocked on it twice and the Director's strong voice called them inside - Who are you? - Fury asked looking at Victor - Computer, isolate the office - Victor ordered as thick metal walls covered all of the windows and the doors - Director someone from this building is trying to kill me - Victor said removing the veil and extending the external drive to Fury - Agent Clarke? What do you mean? - Fury asked - A kill order was issued for me - Victor spoke and Fury got closer to the screen on the wall typing on it - Computer, cancel kill order 6798 with immediate effects - Fury ordered - This kill order was created by Director Nick Fury, please inform your authorization code - The digital voice spoke and Fury felt extremely confused - Director Fury, Nicholas J. Fury - The man spoke - Order canceled -
Fury connected the drive to his computer and information started to pop up on his screen - I don't think you should connect it to a computer connected to SHIELD's network sir - Victor warned - I'm tired of being cautious inside of my own agency, I'm done with it - Fury said - Thank you agents, I'm regaining control over this place - Fury said - Of course sir, I'm available if you need anything - Victor said - You could get Maria over here, I'm gonna need her for this - Fury said - Of course sir, on it - Victor said exiting the office followed by Natasha and Steve - Oh god you are his puppy - Natasha laughed - You had to ruin it - Victor said shaking his head and walking away - Goodbye Captain - The agent spoke getting inside one of the elevators and vanishing.
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