" 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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UNKNOWN somewhere in the atlantic
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CORTEZ
My hands were sweaty. That was the understatement of the year. My throat was dry and my tongue was heavy in my mouth. All in all, it was a feeling that I wasn't very used to. In fact, it was a feeing that I hated. That I loathed.
Because I was nervous. Above everything else that I had to worry about, seeing Steven Grant Rogers was the biggest of my concerns. I hadn't seen the patriotic asshole in five months; and I've only really known him for close to six months. I've spent more time without him than I have with.
I didn't think seeing him was really that big of a deal - I mean, seriously? We slept together once, no, twice, and it was hardly anything to really think about. It was five months ago.
It's not like he was my boyfriend. I sure as shit was not his girlfriend. I didn't owe him anything. But still, I was really nervous to see him. And I really didn't like the feeling.
The worst part was that Natasha picked up on it. As I sat in the pilot seat of the quinjet, with her next to me, I couldn't ignore the growing smirk that decorated her face. And the closer we got to the hellicarrier, the wider it got.
"Don't say anything." I said when the ship came into view. I wrapped my hand around the lever and pushed down, preparing the jet to land. I flicked a few of the switches and then spoke into communications device on my ear. "Shield Tower one, requesting to land. This is Agent Cortez, level eight."
Natasha snorted but didn't say anything.
After a second I heard a response on Sheild's private line. "Cleared to land. Runway one zero."
"Roger that. Agent Romanoff is on board, alongside Bruce Banner."
"Copy that."
I lowered the gears and felt the descent of the jet. A hint of a smile crossed my face as I started to land the jet, flawlessly, might I add.
As soon as the jet made contact with the ship, dials and levers were turned to turn off the engine and agents outside the ship started to process of buckling down the jet.
"Very good. You're getting better every time." Natasha said as she stood up next to me.
I glanced behind me as I stood up and watched Bruce Banner carefully lift the strap off his body and stand up. I looked back at Natasha. "Don't say a word to Rogers. I will kill you."
