" so many assume. so little know "
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in which a bad mouthed agent is assigned to help the walking talking patriarchal symbol of what is right and what is wrong. and in the process of it all, learns how much she needed the desk duty
BOOK ONE | St...
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WASHINGTON D.C. america
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CORTEZ
THE WEEK passed by pretty quickly. I had the pleasure of bringing Steve Rogers to the retirement home a few times to visit Peggy Carter; and then spent my time alone working on some pent up anger issues.
I may or may not have sprained my wrist in a fit if range that was directed towards nothing in general. I just unleashed the beast - as Nia would call it.
But finally it was Thursday and another birthday was here. I was officially twenty four years old and was reminded of my mortality. I would definitely be getting drunk tonight.
"So did you decide on whether or not you would be going out tonight?" Steve asked as I aimed the gun at the target. My eyes narrowed as I pulled the trigger, and I nodded slightly when I saw the bullet hit the target with ease.
"Yes. I did."
"Well, what did you decide?"
I dropped my arms and set the gun down on the stand. "I decided that you need more practice with modern day weapons if you want to join Shield."
"Who said I wanted to? Maybe I'll join the military."
I snorted and looked at the man, who was nearly eye level with me. The boots I wore today had a bit of a heel on them and I was almost as tall as him. "The military is stupid."
"I am not having this argument with you again."
"Let's just agree to disagree. You have your patriarchal views and I have my libertarian views."
"Your views are stupid." Steve said.
I rolled my eyes and playfully aimed my gun at him. "Don't make me shoot."
"Funny." Steve took the gun from me and went to stand by the post. Blue eyes looking over the target, he took a couple practice shots. "But seriously. What are your plans for today?"
"I'm going to see my mom for lunch." I said. Then I looked at the time on my phone. "I got another hour before I have to leave."
"What about after?"
"Why do you want to know about my plans so badly?" I asked.
"I have to give you your present."
I narrowed my eyes. "I did not ask for a birthday present."
