HUNTED ~ STEVE ROGERS [2]

Chapter Five

As it turns out, we were meeting Steve, Sam and Fury in a cemetery.

Natasha and I walked in the front gates, passing old tumble-down headstones and new shiny ones. I passed a newly dug grave, and a few feet long, its headstone decorated with cars and trucks.

A childs grave.

That could have been me, 23 years ago. The story I had been told was that my parents, personal friends of my fathers from America, had been staying in Wakanda when their house was set on fire by members of the White Gorilla Cult, one of the 5 tribes of Wakanda that had isolated themselves to the mountains. They had been angry that my father let in white colonisers into the country and wanted to kill them. Father had always told me that both my parents died in the fire, and he promised himself to keep me safe.

But as I grew up I began to wonder if that was true. Because Wakanda had no relations with any other country. Not in trade, politics, or economy. My father made sure Wakanda stayed secret and isolated from the rest of the world. So why would he allow foreign people, Americans too, into his treasured country?

As it turned out, only one of my parents had been American, and he didnt know my father at all.

After my father called me that day in New York, I went into the Wakanden data base for the first time in 3 years. The files I had always been denied access to were now all open for me to read. My mother, father and brother had all known the truth about me, but I had no clue.

As Natasha and I walked into the cemetery, I heard Fury's voice before I saw him.

"How about you Wilson? I could use a man with your abilities," Fury asked.

"I'm more of a soldier than a spy," I heard Sam reply. We rounded past a tree just in time to see Fury shake hand with Sam, then Steve.

"If anybody asks for me, tell em they can find me," he nodded towards a new headstone with his name engraved upon it, "right here." With that, he locked his one eye onto mine for a split second, before walking away. My hand brushed a tree and I chewed the inside of my cheek nervously. I was dubious about seeing Steve again since our fight, but from what Tasha said he was sorry he got mad at me.

I didnt want him to be sorry. I wanted him to be mad. I wanted him to yell at me and get angry at me for being a jerk but instead, instead he had to be so damn perfect.

I hated it.

"You should be honoured. Thats about as close as he gets to saying thank you," Tasha strode across the path towards Steve and Sam. I avoided Steves gaze, instead walking towards Sam, who stood a little behind Steve.

"Hey Sam," I said, tuning out Steve and Tashas conversation. They were discussing Tashas plans. Which involved me.

But Steve didnt know that.

"How you been Keight?" Sam asked. As soon as I met Sam, I liked him. He was witty, smart, and just a generally likeable person. He seemed to like me too, which considering recent events was rare.

I shrugged in response.

"Eh, you know. I got shot, so thats new. Other than that, Im ok." Sam laughed. I liked it when he laughed. It always made me think that maybe, just maybe things would turn out fine.

Things dont turn out fine, if you're wondering. This is me were talking about.

"You staying here or?" Sam asked me. I looked at the ground.

"No. After all this, I need some time away."

"Away from him?" Sam nodded his head towards Steve. I crossed my arms, my cheeks suddenly hot.