The Mission

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"No way in hell am I going there," Elizabeth said, shaking her head. "Where Steve goes, I go, and that's final."

"We may need another person to go to Asgard," Steve replied, giving his sister a stern look, which she promptly ignored.

"Nope. Not happening. Rocket can handle him. I, on the other hand, cannot."

The team was together, standing around the conference table, trying to figure out which of them was going to which location and time. After discovering which time zones, the group had all decided to take a day of rest before deciding the teams. So far, Natasha and Clint had been voted to retrieve the Soul Stone from a planet called Vormir and Nebula and Rhodey had been selected for the trip to Morag for the Power Stone.

Elizabeth had made up her mind that she was absolutely unwilling to go with Thor because he was massively incompetent and nearly completely incoherent. Not to mention he kept ogling her from the corner of the room, and just that morning, he had told her she reminded him of Jane. It was a massive change from the last time she had met him, and one that she really did not want to be around much.

"Ok enough with the sibling squabble over there," Tony's voice interrupted Steve and Elizabeth's bickering. "Since robogirl over there is insistent on it, she will be coming to 2012, where the world was scheduled to end, thank you Mayans, but it didn't because of us."

"Actually, the Mayan calendar was grossly misrepresented w-" Elizabeth began spouting off facts that she had learned during her time as an assassin, but Tony shut her down.

"Zip it, Six-Million-Dollar-Woman, before I change my mind about that," Tony snapped back. "Now, that settles it. Everyone suit up, and I'll see you all on the platform in an hour."

He turned away from the table, leaving everyone behind. That seemed to settle it. As people began to walk away to get ready for the mission, Elizabeth noticed Steve still giving her his famous look of disappointment.

"What?" Elizabeth said, crossing her arms across her chest. "I am not leaving Earth. Time travel, I can do, but space is toeing the line a little bit, Steve. Besides, I would probably murder Thor in the first minute of the mission."

"Elizabeth, would you just listen to me for once? You weren't there in 2012 in New York. That was a battle zone and a lot of people died," Steve replied. "I want to keep you as safe as possible."

"Oh so my experience on the battlefield in World War II wasn't enough? What about being tortured and surviving my time with Hydra? Or being an assassin? Or in Wakanda? None of that is enough? I know what I'm getting myself into, Steve. I've had a lot of time to catch up on things that I missed these past few years," Elizabeth said. "And I will do whatever it takes to bring Bucky back."

Seeing that she wouldn't back down, Steve clenched his jaw and shook his head. He pulled his sister into a hug, and stood there for a moment before stepping back.

"You know, you've always been a pain in my ass."

"Look who's talking," Elizabeth replied, slapping him lightly on the shoulder before turning away and walking towards her room. "I'll see you in a few."

Elizabeth reached her room and changed. It was a long process to get into the suits, so she only had a handful of minutes to spare before meeting the others. Luckily, there was only one thing left that she wanted to do before leaving. She pulled out Bucky's old journal that she had found in Romania.

It had been old when she found it, but now it was even worse off. She had held that book every day for the last few years, reading its words over and over, remembering the man she had loved for so long. Elizabeth opened the journal up to the day that she had loved reading the most.

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