The Captain's Assistant (Captain America Fanfic)

Chapter 3: Unable

I rushed into my room. Finding a black shirt hanging in the closet and some rugged skinny jeans, I swiftly put them on. I was going to meet Rogers outside in five minutes. What did he want with me?

I burst for the doorway. Running down the hall I saw the door to the familiar courtyard. It had just swung open as I saw a flash of blonde hair go out of it. As I walked out I saw him in casual clothes.

He turned around to face me. He had a bright smile on his face, but it was not one of happiness.

"I have to tell you something concerning our mission." He said in a rushed manner.

I waited for him to continue.

"I don't think you're ready for it." He said with a firm voice.

"Wait a second, you don't think I'm ready? What about the evaluation. I did exactly what I needed to." I said in a intense manner.

"In order to fulfill this mission you have to be able to have compassion. As far as I can see you lack almost all emotional ability." He now had a concerned tone in his voice.

"Fury and Coulson both believe I can do it." I replied.

"Yes." He shook his head. "But I don't think you can handle it. You may be the best at what you do, but killing is not a option in this mission." He replied.

I was taught to not show emotion, to not get close to my mission. But what he was saying is what I needed to. I know he was the Avenger with a high moral compass, but he seemed to be taking it to a whole different level.

"I know my duty. I know that it is to protect the civilians. Even if that means protecting them from Bucky." I replied.

"You're right Griffin. But I can't let you kill my friend if it comes to it. That's why you have to let me take charge if it comes to that." Now he was looking straight into my eyes.

I kept his gaze. I wasn't going to let him know I was angry.

"I can and will complete this mission." I said firmly.

"If you prove you can, I won't tell Fury or Coulson about this conversation." He reassured me. "For now let's get something to eat."

"Alright." I said in a hasty tone.

We hadn't eaten all day and this was one of the rare opportunities we had to just sit down and relax. I looked over at him from across the table. It was the first time I had gotten a good look at him. He was large and muscular. His blonde hair brushed in an old fashioned manner. He hadn't changed much since the 40's.

"So have you met any of the other Avengers?"

My thoughts were interrupted. "No, you're the first. I've always been in the background training. Of coarse I knew who you all were. That you all assembled when needed."

He looked at me in surprise. "You've been training all this time?"

"For fifteen years. I was recruited when I was only seven years old. This is all I've ever known." I looked down at my hands at that last sentence.

"And your parents?"

"For another day, Rogers." I looked up as I replied.

I could tell he didn't know how to process what I had said. Of course He wouldn't fully understand. He was after all an adult when Shield had approached him during World War 2. He had a choice, but I wasn't so lucky.

"You know, you're not as tough as you think you are, agent."

"What makes you say that, Rogers?" I said with an fears glare.

"Because, I've seen a side of you I believe most haven't." He replied.

"Just for a fair warning, you might not see that side again." I said with a smirk that lasted only a split second.

"Maybe." He said nodding in agreement. "Well if you don't mind, may I be excused?"

"Sure." I said waving my hands at him.

We had been chatting for most of the afternoon. Talking to others was something I didn't do much of. "Stop." That word rang in my ears. I can't allow myself to be that vulnerable again.

I watched as he left the room. His broad shoulders swinging back and forth. A feeling swept over me that I hadn't felt before.

I hit my hands on my head. "Stop it!" I said out loud.

I looked over to see two guards laughing at my outburst. I rolled my eyes as I got up from the table. I walked out the way Rogers left as I headed back to my sleeping quarters. I knew I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow. It was going to be the first full day of the mission. My thoughts drifted to what Rogers had said earlier.

  Once I came back to my room, I noticed something was different. I looked at the small table next to my bed. There was a pice of paper neatly placed in the middle of it. My hand reached for it, reading it with causation.

  Congratulations on your partnership with Steve Rogers. May your abilities attribute greatly to the cause of this mission. And if there comes a time, you must take care of the target.

I knew what it meant. I was to kill Bucky Barns if things went sour.