On My Honour - A Steve RogersxOC Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Two

"You can't be serious!?" Steve threw his hands up, exasperated, before they settled on his hips.

"Why can't I be? I did exactly as Bruce said. I rested for the two weeks before my re-certifications and now I'm going to take them." Haleigh shrugged, pulling her hair back to place in a pony tail.

"How about because on the last mission, which by the way was two weeks ago, you passed out and almost let a bomb head straight for New York."

"But I didn't. It all worked out in the end. I've rested for two weeks, kept my electrolytes up, balanced what I ate.. I feel great for the first time in two months. I'm going, Steve. If I don't re-certify I lose my license to carry a weapon and could be benched for it. It isn't that physically challenging. It's a gun re-certification and a physical. Just relax already. I need the physical anyway. Maybe they'll find out what's wrong with me when they run a full panel."

He sighed. "Want me to go with you?"

She shook her head. "I mean, I can't exactly stop Captain America from going anywhere, but I don't need a babysitter for this test either."

"Well, I'll go and work on paperwork or something. Then at least I'll be there just in case."

"Fine, but we're taking separate vehicles. Last thing I need is for you to get stuck there doing something and I have to wait around. Race you on the bikes?" She asked as they headed for the door.

"You know I let you win, right?"

"Of course you do." She mused. "Wise choice." She grinned, slamming the door shut behind them.

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Haleigh had thought everything went well. She spent that morning acing all of the different weapons shooting that they placed in her hands. She kicked ass in hand to hand and had no problems with making time on the run they had her do.

During the physical that afternoon, they pulled blood, attached her to different machines, asked tons of questions. Nothing out of the ordinary. She was in a rather pleasant mood waiting on results just in case they found out she was sick or something. That's when she received it. The text that sent her storming into Fury's office.

You've been benched. Tech and behind the scenes work only.

Fury looked up as the door to his office slammed shut behind Haleigh. "Oh, of course, Haleigh, come on in. Thanks for knocking." He said sarcastically. "Have a seat."

"What the fuck do you mean I've been benched?!" She practically shouted as she glared at him, refusing the offer of sitting as she stormed up to his desk. If she cared, she was pretty sure the entire floor heard her and that meant Steve who was three doors down buried in paperwork like she assumed would happen. "I passed every test this morning so it wasn't that. I feel fine so what the hell could the techs and doctors have found that would warrant me being benched?"

"You're right. They did find something the matter with you.You'll be benched until it's taken care of. Bruce and Tony will appreciate the company, I'm sure. You also shouldn't be training and I have an appointment set up for you with an alternate doctor in an hour."

She cocked a brow, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why isn't Banner handling it?"

"It's not that he's refusing to, if that's what you're implying. It's that he can't."

Her back straightened as she fidgeted in her spot. "Is it that bad that I need a specialist?"

"I think that's a matter of opinion."