The Captain's Renegade (Steve Rogers X Reader)

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(A/n: The video above is the security footage.)

"Alright," Steve said. "We're going into the conference room, so any weapons that you have sealed away need to be placed here." He handed me a bin. I sighed. I took a knife from my boot, a gun from my holster, another from my bra (Steve blushed at that one), and 12 knives from my belt.

Steve looked at the amount of weapons in the bin, then back at me. "I... I'm not surprised." He stuttered. I smirked, thinking of all the black mail I could use.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A voice said. I turned around to see a girl in a red shirt with black pants. I looked at her. "And who might you be?" I asked her. She smiled. "Wanda Maximoff. And you?" I grinned. "Y/n L/n. Pleasure to meet you."

She looked at me with curiosity. "So," She started. "You're the girl the team was talking about. No wonder. You're quite the sniper, I've heard." I laughed.

"Well, that's only if I'm feeling lazy. And that's maybe 100% of the time."

I heard a grunt behind me. Tony looked at me with harshness. I smirked. "Why hello, Anthony. Funny seeing you here!" I chirped cheerfully. "By the way, I never got to thank you for frying my suit." Tony replied sarcastically. "Only because you thought it was funny to try and taser her, jackass." Sierra yelled. "Whoa now, Leone. Calm your tits." A voice said. I turned to see Alex and Fury walking out of the hallway.

"So, this was your bright idea, huh?" Fury acknowledged. I shrugged. "Had to tell em at some point, Boss. In case ya didn't notice, politeness didn't seem to work out." I smirked. Natasha looked like she was trying not to laugh. "Hey, Romanov. Mind telling me where the Coca-Cola is stashed?" I asked. She laughed.

"It's in the fridge." She snickered. Tony looked confused. "I'm sorry, what exacting is happening here?" Fury looked at me with expectation. I shrugged. "I tried, Boss. Stark's just as thick headed as me." Fury sighed.

"Agents Leone, Rodríguez, Jackson, and L/n are a part of a secret covert ops group code named Renegades. L/n has been doing this for 19 years. Longer than anyone of you have, I'm sure." I smirked. "Hey, why not show them that security footage from SHIELD's files? That should be interesting." I giggled.

Fury shrugged as he pulled up a tape on the monitor.

As the Avengers watched in awe of my previous mission, I silently thought to myself, Oh please, that mission was one of many ledger staining accomplishments. Ones that now stain your ledger black as night.

And it's all. Your. Fault.

The blood that I had spilled was uncountable, and there was no way of cleaning that much blood. Not even after Kayla's death...

Steve looked at me in concern. "Y/n? Are you alright? You're looking a little pale there." I put on a fake smile. "Sorry. It's just that I had to do all the heavy lifting on that mission." I looked at Rhea, Sierra, and Alex in distaste.

Suddenly, I felt my phone going off in my pocket. I took it out to find that it was a text...

From Ashlyn Reynolds.

It read:

Dear Y/n,

It's been quite a long time since we've talked. I don't know if you got my previous text, but it's about Kayla. Her parents dedicated a scholarship back here in Utah to one of the schools here. They wanted everyone to come. You, me, Peter, Jesse, and Marcy. The ceremony is in 3 weeks, if you want to come. We all hope you do.

From, Ashlyn

Despite being in public, I immediately grabbed my coat and ran for the door. Clint noticed this and shouted, "Hey L/n! Where are you going, it's like 1:00 AM." I waved this off and replied, "Don't worry, I'll be back in three weeks tops."

And with that, I went to the nearest airport and bought a ticket to Hurricane, Utah.