Artemis : The Seventh Avenger ➳ Steve Rogers [1]

03 [ Prologue ]

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"Still no word on the location of America's hero turned fugitive, Steve Rogers." I groan at the sound of today's news.

"Turn that off, please." I plopped on the couch, throwing my hand over my eyes.

"Authorities have been searching everywhere but have failed to narrow down on a location of Captain America." The lady continues.

"Now, please." I requested again.

"Hold on, we have just received news that there has been a break in at the high-security prison, where allies of Steve Rogers that were involved in the physical outburst are being held." The lady continues, making me shoot up in my seat.

"Wait!" I yell, making Fitz-who already had his finger on the off button of the remote control, freeze in place.

"We have yet to receive any further notice on the matter. However, authorities have reason to believe that Steve Rogers is somehow responsible for this."

"Oh, Steve." I mutter to myself, "What have you gotten yourself into this time?"

The screen shuts off and I whirl around to find Mack with the controller.

"I know they were your teammates, but you need to stop obsessing over this." He says, leaning over the couch. "It's not helping."

"They're more than just my teammates, Mack." I reply with a sigh, "They're family."

"Yeah, well this family's going to be reunited real soon." I hear Phil say from behind me.

I twist around on the couch to see a couple of familiar figures standing behind Phil.

"Oh my goodness." Fitz mutters, his mouth falling slightly ajar, "This is amazing. Am I dreaming?"

"Calm down, Fitz." I say with a smile as my eyes meet a pair of familiar blue ones, "They're not that cool."

"You wished you were half as cool as us." Clint comments sarcastically, with a wide grin. "Hey,  Artemis."

"Clint." I rush over to give him a hug.

"I thought you didn't like being called that?" Phil asks.

"Do you really think they listen?" I point out.

"Wanda, hey." I greet next, pulling her into a tight squeeze.

I pause as my eyes land on Steve once again, he stands, leaning against the doorframe with the corners of his lips curled into a smile.

"Hey." His smile grows wider.

I offer him a nod in greeting before the room falls silent.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to the pretty lady?" The man standing next to him asks.

I've read his file a couple of times, a veteran who used to serve in the Air Force.

Steve clears his throat, breaking the awkward silence, "Right, this is Sam Wilson and Scott Lang. Guys, This is Camille Romanoff, Natasha's sister."