Stargazing • MCU/S. Rogers Fanfic•

3-31: Waste of Time

Washinton D.C.

March 31, 2014

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Let's be honest. Astra was very tipsy and had no idea where she was. Just that she was somewhere in D.C. Her home has been her bike for the past year and three months. Tony's moved on, and that made his sister glad. But she was at an all time low. Her contact with everyone is almost non-existent. Yes, she's been a vigilante before and been distant and untrusting. But this time, it was a whole new level. A new feeling of emptiness.

She jumped out of the air vent swiftly, not making a noise. Her brown hair flowed behind her as she walked down the halls and her heels made soft clicks on the tile floor. She peeked through the door she was trying to get in.

Counting 14 people, she moved herself so they don't see her as she knocked on the door. They're voices were muffled, conversing if the door should be opened or not.

The door knob twisted and the door is hesitantly opened. The female acted fast, hitting the man in the head, knocking him out quickly. She walked in, the others either cowering behind the computers or approaching her.

She knocked them out and the cowards look frightened in a corner. She brought her finger up to her lips, telling them to shush. She stepped over the fallen bodies and stopped in front of a computer. She inserted a thumb drive and hacked into their program. Downloading all the content and then deleting it from their system.

She pulled out the drive and stuck it into her pocket. She waved her fingers goodbye to the cowards with a sinister smirk plastered on her face. She walked out the room casually, minding her own business. And here came a bulldozer stopping right in front of her.

"Well..." She started, putting on her flirtatious face. "When I came I didn't think I would come across someone so..." She scanned him up and down. "Attractive."

He didn't say anything. But stared down at the girl. "Okay," She shrugged. "You don't talk. But that's not that necessary, is it?" Nothing. He was like a stone.

Astra rolled her eyes, quickly creating a battle stave and hit him across the face. He turned his head back at her with and angry expression. She kneed him in the groin. Again, nothing.

If Astra didn't have those drinks before, she would have known what to do. Instead she gave the scary man an apologetic smile, then turned around and ran. The man not too far behind. Quite fast, too. Astra spotted the air vent still open. She jumped through it and closed it, crawling back through the way she came and found herself on the roof.

She put her hand in her pocket to make sure the drive was still there. When she made sure it was she moved her arm, summoning her motorcycle. As it flew over the leery female put her earbuds in and listened to music. Then grabbing her backpack and a beer that she kept saved. Swinging onto the bike and chugging down the beer. She threw the now empty bottle on the floor, riding to whatever shit-hole was next.

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Libraries are so peaceful and empty. Really empty, especially in the morning. Perfect for Astra. She walked over to an empty computer, plugging in the thumb drive from the night before. Once she bypassed the computer she opened the drive.

It was a list of names. For what, though, is the question. At the top of it was Director Nick Fury. Astra took a sharp breath and continued to look through it. Steven Grant Rogers. Natasha Romanoff.

The hair behind the brunettes neck stood up. She lifted her head from the computer, scanning the area. There, not far from her was a man with black hair. Supposedly, he was reading a book.

Astra ejected the drive and put it back into her pocket. Picking up her bag and stood up, walking out the door. Just as she suspected the man walked out seconds later.

Really? The hungover female thought. Now?

Pretending not to notice she casually walked down the busy street. She looked behind he as he got closer. She took in a deep, sharp breath and broke into a run. The man a few steps behind her.

"Move!" Astra yelled and shoved the people out of her way. She glanced back at him, still close behind. She sprinted faster and into an alleyway. Jumping onto the ladder of a railing and climbing up. There were two rattles from the ladder and she glanced down. 

He's got a friend. She huffed and she continued up. Just what I need.

She climbed faster and jumped on the roof. She got halfway across the roof but stopped when the man spoke. "There's nothing important in there." He claimed.

She turn around to look at him, shrugging. "Then your going through all this trouble for nothing." She responded, cleverly.

"Just hand over the drive, hot stuff." His friend held his arm out.

She found the comment repulsive as she thought about how men acted. "You really think I'm hot." She twirled her hair. The boys looked at each other with a smile and walked over, thinking they got her.

One of them tried to touch the females shoulder but she grabbed it with her left hand and elbow his chest with my right arm. Then kicking the friend and flipped the first guy onto his back.

She refused to use her powers, for now. She picked up her bag and hit him in the head with it. The other guy tried to punch her, but she blocked it and punched him in the gut. The one that she thought she knocked out grabbed her from behind the first one punched her face and she was thrown on the ground, the thumb drive falling out of her pocket.

The one that joined in a while ago picked it up and ran while the first guy held a gun over her.

In the span of one second her marking appeared and her hair turned white. She had an advantage while he was confused and kicked under his feet. While he was on the floor she stood up. He still has a gun in his hand and pointed.

"What are you?" The man's voice trembled with fear.

"Just a girl that's trying to forget some shit." She told him, right before creating a curved knife, and slitting his throat.

 She stepped away from the bloody body and refocused on what she was doing. She checked her pockets, remembering the man took the drive. What a waste of time. The female thought while her appearance went back to normal and she slung her bag over her shoulder.

She took a few steps forward and felt a little dizzy, making her stop walk. Her pupils grew in size as she was sucked into a vision. All she saw was herself, while her surroundings where blurry. She lifted her hands in the air, her white energy surround her hands as she then jolted her hands back down to her side. What look like meteors fell from the sky at the movement. 

The vision ended and she knew that she had a vision, but she didn't remember it a moment later. She was also hungover so she didn't think about it too much .

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