Burn and America (Avengers/Captain America Fan Fic)

Chapter 10

Steve Rogers - Captain America

"Why don't we try again tomorrow?" I ask her. Freya rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry, but I'm not staying in there a moment longer than I have too. I want a drink. Now."

I laughed. Her side was still causing her some soreness, but she was well enough to walk around the ship. And have a drink.

I slipped one hand into hers, and pulled her gently in the direction of the door. "Come on. I'll take you for that drink." She grinned, and squeezed my hand. "Thank God."

She was wearing a black blouse from Natasha, and a pair of her own denim jeans. She had her usual black leather boots on, and a green necklace with a smooth square pendant around her neck.

She looked up at me and smiled. I blushed slightly and looked away.

"Frey!" We looked over, and sitting at the bar were Natasha and Maria Hill. Hill waved her hand. "Come over here!"

Freya and I turned to walk over to them. "Coming for a drink?" Natasha asked, downing her own drink. Freya nodded. "Yes, I am."

"Why don't you stay with us? We can make a Girl's Night Out, sort of." Agent Hill gives me a pointed look.

"Oh, you want me to leave, don't you?" I asked.

"If you're okay with it." Freya said quickly. I smiled. "Yeah, go ahead. Just be careful, and don't get to drunk." I say.

She grins and gives me a quick hug. "Thanks Steve."

I laugh. "Yeah, okay. Just go." She grinned and slid onto a bar stool beside Natasha.

"Bye Steve!"

"Bye Freya."

I turned and walked out of the bar, heading for the lab.

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Freya Taschereau - Burn

"So, are you and Steve, like, an item?" Maria asked, downing another drink. I blushed furiously, but managed to save face by rolling my eyes.

"Hill! Frey doesn't like to talk about Steve like that!" Nat smacks Maria on the arm playfully.

Maria rolled her eyes. "Okay, but what's he like to you?" She asked.

I was still blushing but I grinned like an idiot. "Well, he's really kind. He's a gentleman actually, very caring, very smart, and he handles himself very well. He obviously has really nice muscles, and his eyes are like this blue that just kind of pulls you in, and you never want to look away. When he smiles, its like you've just been punched in the gut, because its all you can think of when you loose your breath." I say.

"He's obviously very handsome, but he's much more than just his muscles and looks. He's been looking out for me this whole time, and he actually seems interested in what I'm saying. And he's the only other person who knows what its like to be frozen in ice, blocked out from the rest of the world."

I'm silent for a moment as I drink my scotch absentmindedly, thinking about Steve now that Maria and Nat have gotten me to talk about him. I look over at them. "So that's what love looks like." Natasha remarks.

Maria laughs. I roll my eyes, cheeks burning. "If you want to know what love looks like, just look in the mirror whenever you talk to or are near Clint."

Her eyes widen and almost pop out of her head, her jaw hanging open. "What, what are you talking about?" She asks me.

Maria laughs again. "Oh please. You two give each other the same looks that Steve and Frey give each other." I can't help but grin idiotically at that statement.

Natasha turns beet red and snorts, trying to save face. "Shut up Hill." Maria and I laugh at her dull expression as she downs another shot.

Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned, and saw a tall, brown haired man with green eyes staring impishly at me. His smile sent shivers up my spine, and I barely stopped myself from frowning in disgust.

He reeked of alcohol and looked fairly drunk. "Hey gorgeous." I snort in disgust. "Go away." I demand, turning away from him. "I'm not in the mood for this."

I felt his put a hand on my shoulder. I turned and smacked it off. He frowns slightly but smiles again. "Aw, come on. Don't be like that. Why are you in a bar if you don't wanna let loose a bit?"

I scoffed and shook him off. "Go. Away."

"Go away Jacobs. She's not interested." Natasha piped up beside me, glaring at the man who was apparently named Jacobs.

He glared at Natasha. "Stay out of this Romanoff." She rose slowly, giving him a death glare. "You want to try and make me Agent Jacobs?"

He growled and raised his hand threateningly. Before anyone could react, Natasha intercepted his hand and kept a firm grip on his wrist. She flipped him over onto his back.

She jabbed him in the side, and an electric whirring sound resonated from where she had jabbed him.

She had stung him with her Widow Bites, the little wrist gun things she had, in the side.

Agent Jacobs jerked spastically on the ground beside Nat until she let go and stood up, glaring at him.

"Go away now." She said lightly, taking a sip of her drink, which Maria had handed her.

He groaned on the ground, and got up shakily, sending Natasha and I hateful glares. He limped back towards a table in the corner of the bar like area, where a few other male agents were sitting.

Maria grinned. "As a shield agent, I should report that." She took a long drink of her liquoir. "But, I'll be so intoxicated from all the alcohal I'm about to drink, who knows if it was real or not?"

Natasha and I laughed at her impish expression as she wiggled her eyebrows and downed another shot with exberance.