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Charlotte Maria Stark is Tony Starks daughter. Her mother died a long time ago, and she lives with her mother's brother. The one and only Phil Coulson. Phil also has trained her to be an agent at S.H.I.E.L.D.
She met Steve Rogers on...
I woke up, and it was already morning. I guess I must've fell asleep in Steve's arms, because his arms were still wrapped around me. I looked at my watch, '7:30', as much as I didn't want this moment to end, it had to. I shake Steve's shoulder a little and said, "Steve, hey, we have to get ready." His eyes flutter open, revealing his crystal blue eyes, and he asks groggily,
"What time is it?"
"It's 7:30." I stand up slowly, and his arm slides off my waist. I yawn, and rub under my eyes, and Steve grins, "Are you tired?" he asks.
"Yes, I guess we shouldn't have stayed up and talked all night." I grin.
"I enjoyed having someone to talk with. But I'll make us a cup of coffee, so we're not that tired, oh and the bedroom is over there if you need to go change."
"Thanks for letting me stay last night, so I didn't have to drive home so late." I say and pick my bag off of the floor.
"You're welcome, I enjoyed your company." he grins and I turn around and say, "Me too. I missed talking to you Steve." With that, I walked out of the room grinning like a moron. I walk into his room, and set my bag on his bed, I look around and it's nice and tidy. There's a book shelf off to the side with a lot of books. He must be a reader. He has a little nightstand, and everything else you would have in a bedroom. I turn around back to my duffle bag, I got my clothing and gear for that day and started to get dressed. (Outfit pictured below.)
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I walk to the bathroom to do my hair. I curled it into tight curls, I only put mascara on, and lip balm. I throw everything into my bag, and Steve is already dressed.
"Would , you like a cup of coffee?" Steve asks.
"Sure, thank you." I smile. After we drank our cups of coffee, I grab my walkie- talkie and strap it to my leg, right along with my gun, and my army knife. "Are you ready to go, Rogers?" I ask him. "Ready as I'll ever be, Agent Coulson." he says, and we both laugh. He grabs his bag, and we walk out to my car, I open the trunk, and grab my bow and arrows from underneath a blanket.
"That's yours?" he asks.
"Yep, I'm pretty good with a bow. And the cool thing is, I have a travel size one too." I say and pull out the travel sized one, "Did you design, and make that?" he asks while looking at it.
"Yeah, I made this with my father. You will get to meet him, if he's on board." I say.
I put all of the weapons in my duffle bag and put it back in the trunk, along with Steve's bag. We get into the car and I started driving to the location Phil texted me to go to.
