chapter one + aesthetics

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steve rogers

steve rogers

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maria hill

maria hill

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"Rogers is missing."

Maria Hill didn't glance up from the box she was packing. "He's wanted by most of the world's intelligence agencies, sir. I'd be concerned if his location was common knowledge."

"Smartass," Fury said. She could feel his glare staring out at her from the tablet she was having the video call on, which was why she kept her attention on packing. Fury's glares were issued at least twenty times a day. She wasn't missing out on much.

"I meant, he's missing from our trackers, Hill," Fury continued. Maria regarded her stemware and debated whether they were worth packing or not. "He slipped past the last agent I had watching him and not even Romanoff knows where he is."

"Bad day to be that junior agent," Maria commented, still debating the stemware. It was smarter to leave them. Less to carry, and she could always get new glasses.

"Said junior agent is very much regretting his lack of vigilance regarding Rogers's whereabouts," Fury agreed. "Hill, put the damn box down, we both know you won't even use those kitchen appliances. You might as well just leave them there for Stark."

Her nostrils flared. "He's stealing my favorite hide-out. He's not getting my toaster."

"Wouldn't be losing your favorite hide-out if you hadn't brought Pepper there in the first place."

She snarled because it was true, but at the time the ranch had been the only spot she'd thought she could stick Pepper to keep her safe.

But the bad guys had come barreling in anyway and now it was worthless as a place to lie low in.

The universe was cruel. She loved the ranch house.

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