Target Heart|| Civil War Fanfiction

Chapter 3

"I would, but I don't quite remember all that I just said." - Nick Fury,
Target Heart
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It hurts to cry. I hate it. Yes, being a girl in the early nineteen hundreds was like being a boy today. Shown as highly emotional.

So when I found Steve staring blankly at my bedroom wall, eyes rimmed red, I knew there was something wrong. I had only ever seen him cry twice before now. The first time when I almost died from the experiment and the second time when he told me that he was dead.

"Steve?" I closed my door and Steve looked up, a small, sad smile on his face. My phone was on my bedside table, screen on showing missed calls from Steve, Sharon and Wanda.

"Where did you go?"
"Away. I needed to vent."
"Could've taken me with. Sam and Wanda too." I smiled and stood in the middle of my room.

"What's going on?"
"Peggy." My heart sunk and I shook my head.

"Is she okay?" I choked. Why was I Ben choking? Maybe it was because I didn't need an answer. Without even needing to shuffle through Steve's thoughts I could already tell that she wasn't by his face.

"She died in her sleep." I should've expected it but the shock of it still sent me to the floor. If it hadn't been for Steve who managed to catch me, I would've just lay there in a heap but his reflexes were second nature.

So as I dropped to the floor, Steve caught me and hugged me as I hugged him back, tears soaking his shirt as I broke down.

Nothing was going right for us. Since we had woken up anyway.

"Steve!" I yelled as he pulled me into a hug.

"Where are we."
"New York. But... Not New York." I frowned at him.

"They were playing a baseball game that Bucky and I went to on the radio. It gave it away that it wasn't exactly 1944."  My mouth made an O shape and I turned around, looking through the tiny door window.

"We have to go." I said. Steve started running down the stairs and I teleported my way down. Soldiers in uniforms that I had never seen before tried to stop me but the obviously were unaware of who I was and what I was capable of.

"Nothing ever seems to do what we want it do, does it?"

Steve tried to soothe me the way he did after... After Bucky died. But I knew that Steve wasn't handling this well either. Peggy was our oldest friend, our only connection to our old lives. Steve's first girl. My first friend that wasn't Bucky or Steve.

"When's the funeral?" I managed to ask, wiping my eyes of the water that tried to come out anymore. I knew that my eyes were red and puffy. It wasn't an attractive look. Steve's expression matched mine, tired, full of grief. Only he had been carrying this information alone for hours while I disappeared to relieve my anger.

"On Saturday. The day before the Accor-"
"Where?" I cut him off, not wanting to hear another word about the damned Accords.

"England."
"We're going."
"I know. Sharon wants you to speak as well." I looked at Steve and shuddered, the thought of public speaking scared me.

"Anything for Peggy." He smiled sadly again and stood up, heaving me up with him.

"We'll leave tomorrow. Get some sleep, will you?" Now Steve was avoiding my gaze and I could see he was trying hard not to break down again.

"You too." I hugged him and he left, my room suddenly feeling a little colder and unwelcoming. A place that I didn't want to be. So I sat on my bed and waited.

An hour later, I knew everyone was asleep. It was a general thing. If someone went to bed, others would soon follow. Unless you were Stark who would go and talk to Friday about a suit or if you were Vision. I didn't know if he slept.

And frankly, I didn't care.

Choosing not to teleport but to pad quietly down the hall into the kitchen, I pulled out the pot of ice cream from the freezer and the whipped cream from the fridge and began the process of creating myself an ice cream Sunday from what was left of the ice cream. Which was the whole tub. Ben and Jerry wouldn't mind, I'm sure.

With my whipped cream loaded ice cream, I made a spoon float over to me before I walked over to a chair that looked over the field. The stars shone brightly an the moon lot up the grass, casting ghostly shadows from the trees to the ground. It was nights like these where I could sit and eat ice cream, trying not to think about anything.

But it was hard. My head would spin with questions. Tonight though, my head was spinning with grief. Digging my spoon through the whipped cream and to the ice cream, I ate it, knowing that everyone was asleep and wouldn't be able to judge me for my grief.

"You know, if there was one person I could have here right now, it would be Phil Coulson." Okay, so maybe I wasn't alone.

"Yeah. He would of made some joke while being dead serious." I turned around made another spoon float over to my surprise visitor.

"What flavour is it?"
"Cookie dough." Nick Fury took the spoon and took some of the whipped cream off the top.

"So Barnes is alive, Carter is dead. Half the Avengers want to sign the damned Accords while the other half are getting smashed in the face. Tough life, huh?"
"You could say that again."
"I would, but I don't quite remember all that I just said." Fury sat down in the edge of the couch that I was curled up on and watched as a star shot across the sky.

"You just have to keep going." I murmured. Fury nodded, his one eye turned on me.

"You just gotta keep fighting. You did it after you found out Barnes was dead and then you did the same when he was alive." I smiled.

"That's because I knew I couldn't stop."
"And you can't stop now. You're Gem Stone! Everyone looks up to you. Especially Ms Maximoff." I took another bite of my ice cream and looked at my nails, mind whirring.

"I'll leave you to it. Good talk, Olivia." And just like that, he disappeared into the shadows. I still wasn't sure how he did it but he got up and was gone.

Yeah, I'll chew on that for a while.