Six (Captain America)

Six part 14: Waiting for You to Come Home

Today was the day. I was going to meetup with Marina and Luc. Steve had taken control of the situation; hehad called Dan and asked to meet with him privately. I wasn't surewhat was said at the meeting, but Dan had been very surprised tolearn that I wasn't dead. He had obviously kept the DGSE in the dark,and arranged for Marina and Luc, and only Marina and Luc, to be atthe Hilton in Paris on the fourth of the month. At this point, Marinaand Luc were all that mattered. Marina could decide if I would evermeet her children. Luc would decide if I would ever meet his wife.They needed to know I existed before they could figure out whether Icould ever fit into their lives. But Tony had been right; I couldn'tlive with them thinking I had left and never looked back.

We drove to Paris the day before. Ithad been a really nice few days with Steve. A really normalfew days. We had ordered room service and watched television showsthat neither of us were familiar with. He really liked a show called"Friends" and I really liked a show called "Blindspot." Westayed in bed all of the second, talking, napping, and making love.We had nothing to do for a change and we were content. I wasbeginning to think that just maybe, I could build a life with thisman. We did the same thing as out line of "work", though we wentabout it very differently. We were both dedicated to taking downHydra. Only thing was, I wanted them dead and Steve wanted them injail.

So now we were on the drive up toParis. We took turns driving, but no matter which of us was behindthe wheel, Steve had my hand firmly grasped in his. We didn't want tolet go of each other or be far apart; we both had known extreme lossand we didn't want to do it again.

Halfway there, Steve turned to me. Hiseyes were bright behind his aviators, his expression pensive. "Howcome you haven't asked me to help you with any Hydra bases, Six?"

I was quiet a moment, going over what Iwas going to say in my head. In reality, I would love for him to helpme. But what I was doing wasn't something I could ever ask Steve tobe complicit in. It wasn't his way.

"Because I can't ask you to take partin a massacre." I finally admitted. "I can't ask you to dosomething that would jeopardize every single moral you have."

"I've killed people before." Hestated, but he looked uncomfortable even admitting as much. Stevewasn't a killer, that's all there was to it. He upheld freedom andjustice and would fight til the death for the disadvantaged, but hetried not to take any lives. He'd done it when he had to and it neversat well with him.

"I know. But you don't like to do it,and my whole mission is to shut them down without being seen. I go inknowing I'm the only one who's going to walk out. I want your help,Steve. I really do. But I care enough about you not to ask. Just likeyou care enough about me not to ask me to stop."

"I kind of like the dark side of you,to be honest. It's something I don't have, maybe that's why." Steveshrugged. "But seriously, if there's ever a base too big to takeout alone, please call us. Let the Avengers take it down. Or let mebring Wanda and she can memory wipe everyone."

"Okay."

He peered at me out of the corner ofhis eye, and squeezed my hand. "No, I mean it. Please. Do it forme. We can help you."

I smiled at him. "I promise. If it'ssomething I can't handle, I'll call you." I paused. "You seemawfully okay with my going into Hydra bases, guns blazing."