Steve and the reader are an ordinary suburban couple with an ordinary, suburban marriage. Many would say they're the perfect couple. But all is not as it seems. The reader's not an immunologist and Steve doesn't work as an architect. Unbeknown to ea...
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Once again, Steve was asked by Agent Maria Hill to take a seat in briefing room. Sighing tiredly, he nodded and entered just to find a furious Nick Fury sitting at the head of the table. He was glaring at Steve, which was not a surprise, but his extreme anger still shocked him a bit.
Trying to keep his own cool, Steve rested his hands on his belt as he stood still in his place. "Sir," he greeted with the usual respect he carried for him.
Fury picked one of the files he had in front of him and started reading. "Y/F/N, alias The Royal Swan. She was born in 1845. At a young age, she was recruited by the KGB and endured her harsh training at the Red Room, where they turned her into one of the world's greatest assassins," he paused and widened his eyes at the number of people you had killed off during your time on duty. Not even Natasha had achieved such a number.
Steve got adrenaline fueled jitters, feeling like his career and marriage were going downhill way too quickly for his liking. With his heart racing at all the information he was getting about you in less than a minute, Steve blurted our as he approached the table, "What?"
"I don't know you, Captain, but I would not pull on that thread. Her codename's the Royal Swan," Fury finally confessed as he sighed, and placed the file back onto the table. "That's all we've got so far. All thanks to Agent Romanoff."
Steve's eyes slid to Natasha, who had remained silent as she stood by the doorframe, swallowing a lump in her throat. With her arms folded, she ducked her gaze to avoid eye contact with her close friend.
Angrily turning to Fury, Steve snapped back at him. "This are my mission and that is my wife that you are basically spying on. Mind your own business, Nick."
Fury stood up and leaned forward, "That woman almost killed you, Rogers. I was hoping it would be her instead. I sent the greatest soldier in history to make sure she would get defeated in the end. But, hey, guess what I've got: a collapsing skyscraper on Lexinton avenue, and a bruised and emotionally battered Captain America, willing to keep on fighting."
Fury stopped for a second and took his seat again. As he grabbed his pen, his eyes drifted between the worried Steve who stood before him and the silent Natasha, who used to be like you. Just when Agent Hill handed him some forms, he reminded his fingers to curl gently around the barrel of his pen, the plastic flexing close to its breaking point, and eased the tension between his shoulder blades with a roll of his shoulders.
Just as he finished signing the papers, he raised his gaze so he could look into Steve's eyes when communicating the news. "You're officially off duty, Cap. Agent Romanoff will take this mission now onwards. Understood?"
The words stung like daggers to Steve. He didn't care if Natasha got to make a mission work, he was well sure she could do it. But he definitely cared about her taking charge, he never thought she would betray him.
He turned around ready to glare at her once again, but she was already gone. In order to catch up with Natasha in the hallway, Steve ripped the door open and exited the room, leaving Nick and Maria exchanging confused gazes.
