Assassinating Captain America

Chapter 4

What if Steve is Captain America? Of course, that would make sense! I mean, he was hanging out with Iron Man and seemed to be a good friend to him, not just another person. Tony actually seemed to be paying attention to what Steve was saying, which is really hard to get that overgrown two-year-old to do.

My mind starts putting the bits and pieces together. Some information from the books and from the mission briefing came together, along with my experience these past days. I mean, Steve definitely had a secret.

Suddenly I just pushed the idea out of my head. No, Steve isn't Captain America, he's too nice! Wait what? I debate with myself in my head, listing all the reasons he is or isn't Captain America, telling myself it was to gain information. But really I was just trying to disclaim the idea that Steve could be Captain America, I didn't want to hurt him for some reason.

No, can't let emotions get in the way of the mission!

But it's not emotions; it's simply that Steve cannot be Captain America, right?

I mentally argue with myself as to why I'm defending him. Luckily my mind pushes the thoughts out of my head as I realize I'll probably find out tonight.

My alarm goes off and I'm out the door in a flash. Some people would probably say I hurry around places too much, but I don't like not being somewhere. Either I'm researching or I'm on a mission, no in between action because nothing happens in between places anyways.

Because of my hurried attitude and the fact that I'm always early for everything, I arrive at the pond well before Steve. Great, there's lots of people here, did I mention I'm socially awkward.

My phone rings and I snap it to my ear. "Agent," great, Kyle again. What does he want this time? "Any suspects yet?"

"Um," My internal battle continues. Oh well, maybe Kyle can help me find out whether he's Captain America or not. "Yeah, um, his name is Steve Rogers."

"Steve Rogers huh?" Kyle is in a good mood today. He was probably bored out of his skull and now he has something to do. "I'll check up on him. You keeping tabs on him?"

"Actually he's about to teach me how to skate." If Kyle was a normal human he'd probably laugh, but he never laughs ever, and he doesn't smile much either.

"Check," I can hear clicking, signifying that Kyle is probably on the computer, "Well, I'll look into it. Don't spill. Bye."

Humph. 'Don't Spill.' Like I would spill, I mean I'm an assassin! Of course I'm not going to spill! Yeesh.

"Something wrong?" I whip around to see Steve smiling. How long has he been there? The prints behind him are fresh and I can tell he just got here. He probably didn't even hear my conversation.

"Just my, um," If I said comrade, would Steve get suspicious? I decide to play it safe. "Boyfriend." Yuck, never, but it's a good lie.

"Ah." Steve replies. "Well, let's get skating!"

My skates were already on, this time I had skates that actually fit. The first step of mine on the ice sent me almost faceplanting. Almost. Steve caught my arm before I fell.

"Use me for balance." He suggested and I complied, holding onto his arm while my wobbly legs tried to give way on me. Stupid ice.

Soon enough we were doing laps around the pond. I almost fell a couple of times but finally got the hang of it and skated uncertainly around. Skating was actually kind of fun. Maybe I'll do it some more once I get out of the assassin business, like that's going to happen.