Everly || Steve Rogers

23. Battle of New York

Everly flinched as the door swung open, revealing none other than Captain America, suit and all. She quickly stood from her seat and grabbed an extra pistol from the shelf beside her, stuffing it in her boot. Steve adjusted his gloves and allowed his eyes to trail over his friend. She did a double take when she noticed his lingering gaze.

"What?"

"We've gotta get you a suit." He tried his best to manage a smile. Everly grinned and looked down to her shoes. A frown soon took hold of her features. 

"Can I ask you something?" She peeked up and met his bright blue eyes.

"Go for it." He replied as he continued fiddling with his gloves.

"Do you know anything about a silver locket?" She said softly, bending over to grab his shield from where it had been leaning against the wall. Steve froze.

"A locket?" His expression had completely changed. His eyes filled to the brim with... hope? A smile threatened to spill across his face. Everly's face flushed red and she cleared her throat awkwardly.

"Nevermind, stupid question." She shook her head and tucked some hair behind her ear.

"No, no- not a stupid question." He hurried. "You remember a locket?" His eyes darted back and forth between hers, desperate to pry any piece of his Everly from them. She furrowed her eyebrows, suspicious as to why a locket got him so excited.

She nodded slowly. "There was a picture of you in it, so I figured you would know what it was." She shrugged nonchalantly. He smiled down at his shoes.

"You got that locket for your birthday."

Everly held out her hand and Steve dropped the necklace in her palm. The cool metal made her flinch slightly, though she hid it well.

She peered up at him, her face softening. "From you?" 

Steve nodded. "And Bucky- he was... a friend." He answered sadly. This Bucky had obviously meant a lot to him. A silence settled between the two. Everly took a deep breath and held the shield out to Steve with a smile.

"You can tell me all about him. But first, let's go kick some Asgardian ass."

First thing they needed was transport, and for that they needed a pilot. The heavy, metal door slid open as Steve and Everly approached. "Time to go." Steve told Natasha who sat waiting for someone.

"Go where?" She returned.

"I'll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?" Another door in the room clicked open and out walked the man Everly had seen on a few of the screens throughout the ship. He was one of the men who had been brainwashed by Loki.

"I can." He said as he used a towel to dry his hands. Steve looked from Natasha to the man, hesitant to trust him. She sent him a small nod, ensuring that he was okay.

"You got a suit?"

"Yeah."

"Then suit up." Steve finished, hurrying from the room.

Steve and Everly walked side by side. To her left was the man she learned was Clint Barton, a bow in his hand. To Steve's right was Natasha. Everly wasn't entirely sure what the plan was, but she was willing to follow Steve wherever he may lead them. They walked straight up into the back of an open jet. Everly glanced nervously at Steve, but his expression housed no doubts. The pilot turned around and quickly stood to his feet, hurrying over to the four.

"Hey, you guys aren't authorized to be in here."

"Son, just don't." Steve cut him off, his voice laced with annoyance.