Everything has changed () Steve Rogers X OC

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"Answer my damn question! What's your name!?" The guy with the eyepatch asks as he slams his hands into the table.

He doesn't care that I'm bleeding to death or that I'm at a planet I haven't been at in more than 90 years.

So, let me preface this.

I was walking around Xandar in complete peace until I saw guys with Ravager logo's on their jackets. I tried to grab my blastguns but I left them in my ship. That's when I knew I was fucked. I left them when I was 25 because I got kidnapped, again. And then two years later I stole one of their ships. So yeah, they don't like me anymore.

Their leader yelled my name and I started running towards my ship. I looked behind me one second and a ginger who looked pretty Terran to me, shot me with his blasters.

That when I knew I had to use my powers to escape. My palms faced the floor and I lifted myself up with my telekinesis. I flew to my ship and took off. Then I just tried to get away from them as fast as possible while trying not to die from bleeding to much.

But then my fuel was running low. So yeah, I had to stop on a planet. And the nearest planet was Terra. So I had no choice. When I landed, I landed in right next to the Statue of Liberty. The super idiots came and now I'm locked up in their building, still bleeding.

"I'm really sorry to say this, but, I'm bleeding to death." I say, trying to move my arm but it's still tied to the chair.

"Then tell me your damn name and we'll take care of it. Like I hadn't noticed you're bleeding all over my chair."

I hesitated for a second before speaking up. "Riarran Agent."

"We aren't getting anywhere with your code name. Your real name this time."

"I gave you the name people have been calling me for almost my whole entire life! Now help me!"

"Are you gonna give us your name or do we have to force it out of you."

"I'm not saying it."

Eye patch guy clapped in his hands, a young woman walked in. "Tell me her name." The woman nodded and sended something that looked like red air or light towards my head.

The moment it touched me it started to hurt as much as the wound on my hip. I had to keep from screaming because, well, I don't wanna seem like a pussy.

"Violet Washington."

"Thank you, Wanda. You can go now." The woman named Wanda left the room. "So, Washington. Ever heard of Denzel?"

"Who?" He hummed and nodded. "Are you gonna get a doctor or not? I don't wanna die."

"Of course." He walked out of the room and entered a man with gray hair. He had a nice look on his face, but there's something deeper behind his eyes.

"Hello, I'm doctor Banner. I'm gonna help you with that wound." He did some weird doctor shit and made my wound close. I hissed a few times, which is shameful. He put a big patch on it lowered my shirt again. "It will be completely healed in a week. Keep the patch on though."

"Thank you, sir."

"Of course." He smiled at me before walking out. Eye patch guy, who's name I still don't know, walked back in and placed his hands on the desk.

"Tell me your story."

"Not after you told me your name."

"Nick Fury, you're gonna call me by my last name."

"'Kay. Oh, and by the way, I'm not gonna share anything with people I don't trust."

"The lady with the weird red air can come back anytime. I know how much it hurts."