After loosing her two best friends, Shayla Rivers is left in the Army alone. When they announce that another experiment is being done, she is put through a series of tests, along with all the others in the Army to find the person they will be using...
I looked around the jet. It was darkly painted, a leather bench lined each side. Behind them were open spaces where you could put bags. I had mine back there, I didn't pack much, just the very few clothes I had, the necklace box, and the picture of Bucky and I. In the front of the jet it was more narrow, enough room to have two seats for pilots.
Agent Coulson was talking with one of the pilots before he turned and walked over to me. "You like the Quinjet?" He asked.
I furrowed my eyebrows at him. "The what...?" I quizzed.
"This jet, it's the Quinjet." He explained, "Oh, Director Fury wanted me to let you know he had a suit made for you."
I looked at him. "What kind of suit?" I asked.
"Well, you're the American Dream, I have a picture actually." He said, pulling out his phone and twiddling with it a bit before turning it toward me.
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"Wow, it's... aren't the stars and stripes a little old fashioned?"
"With everything that's happening, the things that are about to come to light, people might just need a little old fashion."
I nodded, taking in his sentiment. We stood in silence a minute longer before changing the subject that still lingered in the air. "So, you said something about a Dr. Banner being there, I did my research on him, should I be scared of his... condition?" I asked, cautiously.
"No, Dr. Banner is a nice man, just don't piss him off."
"Alright, who else did you recruit for this 'war?'"
"Oh, a few others you might recognize, we-" He was cut off by a pilot.
"Sir, we're landing."
I came to my feet and walked over to the window behind one of the pilots. We were coming up on a huge boat like thing. From the top it looked like a large road, being intersected diagonally by another road. We got closer and the Quinjet landed carefully on the boat. The door opened and Agent Coulson climbed out, then helped me out. "Thank you," I said gratefully.
"Agent Romanoff!" He called to someone.
A girl stopped and looked at us. She was pretty, she had short, curly red hair. Her green eyes narrowed looking at me, before going back to normal. There was a man next to her, he slowly turned around and as he did, a numb shock flooded my body. "Steve..." I uttered in pure shock.
He stared at me, the color in his bright blue eyes fading. Steve was dead. I knew he was dead. He put the ship in the ocean. He can't be alive. There's no way. "Shayla..."
Finally, I came to my senses, and the only thing I wanted to do was hug him. I walked towards him slowly, still trying to decide if this was real. We just stared at each other. I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding, it was one of those breaths that you could hear the tears through, almost a whimper. I threw my arms around his shoulders and he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me up. I didn't want the moment to end, I didn't want to leave Steve's arms, I was afraid if I did, I would wake up and find out it was just a horrible dream, I was afraid if I let go, I would lose him again.
