Outlawed | A Steve Rogers Fanfiction

Burns

[These events take place briefly after Civil War]

Alesund, Norway
   "God, I havent seen you in ages." Natasha says taking short sips from cup.

"It feels like that doesn't it." I say back, forcing a small smile while studying her characteristics that a short while ago where becoming fuzzy in my memory. Her plump chapped lips, her vivid green eyes and her newly dyed blonde locks subtlety falling over her face, brushing past her ears. She looks so different now but yet it's a familiar face, those seem to be quite rare these days.

"Have you heard anything?" She asks stitching her eyes to the floor.

"You mean from Tony?" I let out a deep breath as I reach into my pocket and grab a phone dating back to the early 2000s. I Place it on the table between us and leave it face up revealing the lock screen that reads,
"12 Missed Calls from Tony Stark"

"Im sorry that everything went down the way that it did Steve. I really am." She says reaching her hand across the table and fitting it into mine.

"So tell me, how does the fugitive lifestyle fit the infamous Captain America?" She says lightheartedly as she leans further back into her chair and crosses her arms.

Its been rough. Not only living but just being alone. No friends. No family. No one to talk to. Ive had to let my hair grow out as well as my beard in hopes no one will recognize me. I'm constantly carrying around a loaded gun out of fear and the thought of being spotted. The feeling of the heavy metal strapped to your leg never goes away, you would think it would go away. The worst of it is the paranoia that is always present. Is someone following me? Am I being watched? Did I leave a trace behind for someone to track me? The thoughts never stop. All I need is someone to watch my back, its a little difficult when you don't have anyone.

"Im Fine." I say forcing my lips to turn up creating a weak smile.

"You're the absolute worst liar." She smirks. I missed that smirk.

"Ive had to lear-" I began to say but am abruptly interrupted by a large crash followed by a ball of flames. I instantly look at Natasha as she looks back at me.

"Steve, your not a hero anymore." She quickly says already knowing what I'm thinking but its too late. Im half way out of my chair and running in the direction of the fire and I hear Natasha's light footsteps follow close behind.

I turn down various streets and alleyways until I reach a tall building with a broken window several stories up. Natasha reaches me a few seconds later out of breath with her hands on her knees.

"There's no fire?" I say looking around at the wall and broken glass in front of me.

"There's no fire." Natasha says inbetween heavy breaths still looking down at the ground, regaining her pace.

"But there are burn marks-" I gently place the tips of my fingers against the charred wall. My fingers pull back stained with the black debris. "And they're fresh."

Natasha's breathing slows and  she looks down at my hand.

"No fire but there was burning, how?" She says looking as confused as me.

I look down at her and in the corner of my eye a black shadow runs by the opening in the alleyway and a ball of fire heads in our direction.

"NAT!!" I shout placing my arms around her as we fall to the ground and I watch the burst of fire fly by barely missing our heads.

"What the hell?" Natasha says on guard slowly sitting up as we both look behind us at the charred and burnt wall where the burst had hit when it missed us. What's going on?

I hear distant running footsteps against the wet concrete coming from a ways away down the alleyway and begin running after it.

"STEVE!" Natasha shouts after me but my feet keep moving. I turn the corner following the sound and see a small body dressed in black running away.

"Im not going back!" A women's voice yells.

"You can't take me back!" She yells again.

She stops at the end of the long alleyway and turns to me, the hood of her dark jacket covering most of her face.

I stop behind her, keeping my distance but watching ever move she makes with caution.

She removes her hood and reveals her long curly red hot locks. Her eyes glow bright red and orange like the amber in a burning fire.

"Stay away." She says softly just loud enough for me to hear.

"Im not going to take you anywhere." I say taking a step closer and reaching my hand out to her.

"STAY AWAY!" She screams as flames surround her body and her eyes glow even brighter. Everything about her is now burning.

Her hand slowly rises, draped with red flames.

"Im not going back." She says a final time as her lips quiver and she begins to shake.

I hear a loud gunshot come from behind me and watch as the girl in front of me falls to the ground and all the flames distinguish around and on her.

I turn my back to see Natasha holding the gun that was once strapped to my leg in front of her body.

"I told you, you're not the hero anymore."