Strong as Steel | B.Barnes

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"The Lemurian Star, a S.H.I.E.L.D. ship taken over by pirates. Very Pirates of the Caribbean if you ask me. High security, but not high enough to protect it from the pirates, and aboard are almost no guards and other very valued science people. This is the story of how we'll save them, and also the story of how we helped them improve the security so Captain America and Black Widow won't have to come save their asses."

"Olivia? Who are you talking to?"

"Shit! Got to go, but remember: Metallica will return!"

She pushed the square button and slipped the phone into her pocket, turning around to greet Steve with an innocent smile. "Hey Steve, how's it going?"

"Why were you filming the ship?"

"No reason."

"Where you narrating when you filmed?"

Olivia's hand flew up to her heart with a mock hurt expression. "How dare you call that amazingly beautiful voice my own? And there couldn't have been someone talking since I wasn't filming!"

"You just said you filmed it?"

"I did not! Your hearing is the only problem here, it's just become worse in your old age!"

"Very funny. Are you ready to go or not?"

"Just gimme a second."

And with those words, Olivia started stretching in a very over-exaggerated way, big movements and all, and even sound to accompany them. When she was done she took a deep breath before turning to Steve, who did not look impressed.

"Really?"

"How else am I supposed to get these limbs moving? You of all people should know what I'm talking about."

"Just give it a rest."

"Are you talking to me or to your aged body? I honestly can't tell."

"Very funny."

Olivia only smirked at his irritation as she put a comm into her ear. Natasha walked up beside her, always stylish in her tight catsuit that Olivia had decided long ago was a little too tight for her, opting to go with a pair of normal pants (which usually ended up as combat pants unless they were in the laundry), a nice pair of boots and a green military jacket (and if she had enough time she would put a tank top underneath, otherwise she just went with whatever shirt she had on her). Everything you needed to feel both stylish and comfortable in every situation, including (but not limited to) battles to the death, romantic date nights and dance battles on the street with a stranger.

She must have zoned out for a few moments, because the next time she listened she could hear Natasha trying get Steve to ask a girl out.

"You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she'd probably say yes."

"That's why I don't ask."

"Too shy or too scared?"

"To busy!"

And with that Steve decided to fling himself into the icy waters below to take back the Black Pearl from the evil pirates.

"I definitely think he's a tad bit too shy, either that or he hasn't learned time management yet. I gotta say, it's really easy to fall over to the dark side, which in this case is procrastination." Olivia gave a fake shudder at the thought to prove her point, and as usual it earned a smile from Natasha.

"Shouldn't you get going too?"

"I know, I know. Don't worry mom, I promise me and Stevie won't finish the party before you get there."

"Just go already."

Olivia only stuck her tongue out in response, no matter how childish Natasha thought she was because of it.

She backed towards the end of the ramp, lifting her hand up to her ear to make sure the golden earring was still there.

"See you later, alligator."

"In a while, crocodile."

Their little exchange always brought a smile to her lips, though the salute she gave the assassin was added on before she turned around to get a running start for her jump.

"Kanonkula!"

A quick fall filled with song solos (such as Free falling, I believe I can fly and Finally falling) and a scolding from Natasha for taking so long later, she turned to make a swan dive into the sea, almost looking like Jabba the Hutt had dropped Han Solo with her golden skin.

The water hit her hands first before it hit her face, her eyes closing on instinct even though they didn't have to. She was glad she couldn't feel the cold since she would probably freeze down to her bones before she could make it on the ship.

Just as her head broke the surface of the water she could hear Steve's' voice whispering through the comm.

"Danvers, where are you?"

"Just wait a minute and I'll be right there, Grandma. Don't get your panties in a twist."

"Just focus on the mission, you can make jokes later."

She didn't dare to answer him as she started climbing up the anchors chain in case she would be discovered, even though several men were already knocked out.

"Meet me on the upper deck."

Steve's voice was barely over a whisper, so she suspected there would be some pirates near him. She started walking towards the stair, until she was hit in the back of the head that is.

Fortunately enough her skin was still made of gold so it didn't hurt one bit, though she felt it and the impact made her stumble a little before turning around.

The man before her was holding a gun in his hands, and since there had been no noise she guessed he had hit her with it rather than shot her.

"Nice try."

He aimed the gun at her, but before he could shoot she grabbed it and pulled it hard towards her, kicking him in the stomach at the same time. Even though the boot itself wasn't metal, her foot beneath it still was.

The man buckled in pain and let go of the gun, just as planned, but he soon stood up straight again and lifted his fists. Olivia mirrored his moves and they stood there for a few seconds, staring each other out to see if they would back down.

The man was first to attack, his fist flying out towards her. She was quick enough to sidestep it and kicked him in the stomach with her whole leg rather than just her foot. He doubled over in pain, but before she could react she focused on something gleaming in the corner of her eye.

Her golden skin disappeared right before the man stabbed her in the arm with a knife. She cried out in pain and stumbled back, clutching her wound.

"God dammit!"

Well, it was actually more of a long cut than a stab, but for the coolness, it shall be called a stab. Though no matter what it was called the man managed to stand up and raised his arm to stab her once more. She willed herself to not focus and her skin turned back to gold, so when the knife came down it slid off her with plenty of sparks to accompany it.

A well aimed punch to his head finally finished him as he fell to the floor in an unconscious heap, and Olivia let out a sigh that sounded more like a 'phew'.

"I think you're starting to have memory issues too Steve, you forgot a guy."

A grunt came from the other side of the comm, indicating that Steve was a little bit preoccupied. Olivia started to walk to the side on the ship opposite of Steve's, until she could hear the shield colliding against someones body.

"Nice one, Grandma." A scoff was heard in response.

"Sorry about the pirate, I didn't have time to look back."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll just have to get used cleaning up your trash, though it is quite fun." A sigh came in response this time.

"Of course you would think that."

"Of course I would."