The Good, The Bad, and The Dirty

Falcon

As if on cue I noticed a bunch of jeeps and planes starting to show up around the abandoned area.
"That can't be good." I said. Thinking fast I jumped out of the car and snuck around to go inside.
It didn't take long for me to find Steve and Nat. They were discussing something in front of a smashed computer.
  "Steve!" I called. Steve whirled around.
"What are you doing in here! Katie I told you to stay in the car!" He scolded.
"Listen I'm older than you. Anyway we're well we've got a pickle." I said.
"What do you mean?" Steve demands.
"HYDRA or your Strike force or whatever is here."
"Great." Steve muttered.
"We better go." Nat advised.
"Really? I didn't think so?" I said sarcastically to which she glared.
That's when an explosion rang throughout the place. Things got really hot all of the sudden and I was blasted backwards. Parts of the building rained down on us. When it all stopped dust covered everything and there were no longer any enclosed spaces around us.
Groggily I sat up. My head pounded and I felt very beat up. Get up Rogers, I snapped at myself, you've seen worse.
Steve appeared in front of me holding an unconscious Nat. They both looked as bad as I felt.
"Can you get up?" Steve asked looking at me concerned.
"Maybe." I mumbled before painfully forcing myself to stand.
"What do we do now?"
"I know somewhere we can go." Steve replied.
"That guy isn't getting his truck back is he?" I teased.
"He will." Steve said before adding a not very convincing hopefully.
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"Who is this guy?" I demanded from Steve as we trudged to his apartment.
"I have an idea." The now conscious Nat says.
"A friend." Steve replied simply.
We arrived at a nice simple looking house in a few minutes. Steve knocked on the door.
Authors Note sorry for this part maybe a little inaccurate cause I don't remember it well and it's hard to find. Most of plot belongs to Marvel I only own Katie Rogers. All photos and videos also belong to YouTube and Google images. Sorry if this sucks. I'm trying.
A well built man with slight color to his skin answered the door. He had dark hair and eyes and a slight beard.
"Hey." He said clearly confused.
"Sorry about this." Steve apologized, "we need a place to lay low. Everyone we know is trying to kill us at the moment."
The man had a grim smile, "well not everyone." He said before letting us in. The man also let us clean ourselves up. I brushed through my now damp hair and just left it down. I still had my stupid all black mission uniform on since it was the only clothing I owned at the moment.
I wandered a bit before I found the mans kitchen which he was currently in.
"Hello, I'm Sam, Sam Wilson. Me and your brother kinda already met. And I know Nat a little too." The man says pleasantly while tending to some eggs and bacon which smelled wonderful. I hadn't had bacon in so long.
"I'm-"
"I already know you." Sam said cutting me off.
"Uh how?" I asked bewildered.
"You're basically the reason men and women are equals now. And thanks to you women can be in the US army they can have higher positions in companies now and tons of other stuff. You're an American hero. You and your brother even have you're own section in the Smithsonian." Sam explained.
I was more than shocked. But I found this pleasing.
"Wow, they think that much of me huh?"
"Yup and you and uh Sergeant Barnes have movies and books based on your little love story there. Best love story since Titanic."
"Titanic wasn't a love story." I corrected. The mention of Bucky making me want to cry.
  "Did you pay attention to that movie at all?" Sam asked astonished.
  "What movie?"
"Titanic Leonardo DiCaprio you know love story? I'll never let go Jack," Sam tried to explain.
  "They made a love story out of a tragic accident?" I asked in disgust.
  "Yes. I didn't watch it though cause it's a chick flick I don't do chick flicks." Sam said.
  "Chick flick?" I asked even more confused.
  "Where have you been the last couple years?" Sam demands.
  "I was captured by HYDRA after trying to save Sergeant Barnes. They don't exactly keep you up to date on fun activities and things. The only thing I'm up to date on is military action and war." I explained.
  "That's right cause you've been marked as MIA for a while. But after like 1952 you were marked KIA."
  "Well I'm not dead."
  "I can see that, unless you're a freaky ghost or something." Sam teased.
  "Yes, I'm a ghost." I said sarcastically.
  "Cool." Sam moved to poke me. I caught his finger and started to bend it.
  "Agh no! Stop!" He wailed. I released his finger.
  "Baby." I said smirking.
  "No! I'm not a baby you almost broke my finger!" Sam exclaimed getting defensive.
  "Sure."
  "So tell me grandma what were the 40's like?" Sam suddenly asked.
  "Don't call me grandma!" I snarled viciously. Sam held up his hands in surrender.
  "Okay okay, how's kid sound cause you look younger than everyone else?"
  "Kids better than grandma." I muttered though I still wasn't thrilled with it, "anyway the 40's were a different time. They were better. People cared more about each other, people still had hearts, it was just better."
"I hear ya. There's a lot you missed out on." Sam says.
I nod. "So I've been told."
"Well these eggs are done. Better go get the love birds. They are in love right?"
I shrugged. "No idea. I thought Steve was in love with someone else. Though I'm not sure she's still out there though."
I followed Sam into a bedroom where Steve and Nat were sitting on a bed talking to each other.
"I uh made breakfast if you people eat that sort of thing." Sam said.