The One Shot Chapters (18+)

Steve Rogers - Black Magic (AU)

Everyone avoids me, and I don't blame them for it given my history. They're afraid. Afraid of me and what I might do to them.

The only person who has never avoided me is him. Him being Captain Rogers. Even when the truth came out, he came to see if I was ok. If I needed anything. To be honest he only ever says hello to me, which is more than what most people say. Aside from that one time, we've never spoken properly.

They kept me at the compound working both before and after the Avengers went their separate ways. The accords dividing them. They had me out looking too, mostly because they thought that I could track down the Scarlet Witch as though I had some kind of bond with her.
The only bond we share is magic. Nothing more. She is powerful though. The most powerful I have ever seen, and believe me I have walked amongst plenty of my kind. Those who possessed old and black magic like I do.

It's been three years and now Captain Rogers is back, walking through the doors of the compound alongside those who took his side, and now I watch as Colonel Rhodes greets him.

I keep quiet. Keep to myself and in the end make myself scarce. The real reason the government kept me here was to stop me from going rogue like them, although they'd never admit it.

"Susannah". The voice of the Captain is familiar as my steps slow until they finally stop. I turn to see me watching him from down the hallway.

"Captain. Welcome back". I nod stiffly.

He reaches me, stopping in front of me now. "Have they treated you well?"

"Well enough for a 16th century witch who could probably kill them all with just one spell".

There's a small smile that crosses his lips now. "But you didn't".

"There's still time". I shrug. "It could be worse. I could have been entombed again like the first time around".

"I'm sorry, you've never spoken about your life back then before".

I shrug it off. "Because no one has ever asked. They're too scared I might curse them or something" I half laugh at the thought, because I've never actually cursed anyone. "No one talks to me, no one ever has apart from you".

I'm pretty sure that 16th century witches are not Cap's type of girl. I'm centuries older than he is, and yet I look years younger. He ages slowly and I age even slower.

"No one?"

"Not unless it's an order. Mostly I'm ignored. I like it that way though. Back at home I would have attention on me - magistrates daughter after all. It was a higher class at that time. My father was respected and as a result so was I...until...well, they found out what I was".

Not good. I was playing with fire for sure when I got involved with the coven. But they felt like home. They were my sisters, my family.

"I'm rambling. You must be tired - I should let you get cleaned up". I turn to leave but his hand on my arm stops me. I tense up, my experience with men not being the greatest of memories.

"Sorry". He apologises as he now removes his hand. "I just...I wanted to say that I'm glad you're still here".

I nod. "The same goes for you. They've come close to finding you a few times".

"But they didn't".

"No. Because I may have just changed possible locations on maps or sabotaged things here and there so as they never really found where you were". I now admit.

His smile is still present, but his expression turns appreciative. "Thank you".

"You're welcome". I say as I now note Natasha Romanoff watching us from the end of the hallway with interest. "I should get on, and so should you. There's a lot to be done".

"Yeah, don't I know it".

"Captain". I nod courteously again and then walk on, feeling his gaze on me until I turn the corner. When I return later he's gone again, to Wakanda apparently. Whether I'll see him again so soon  with the current state of affairs is a question yet to be answered.