Gunpowder and Satin ; BW

2.2

YOUR POV

"We're about forty five minutes from base, sir." Agent Coulson said, walking over towards Captain America with a bright smile.

My headphones were in, blasting my music to try and clear my thoughts, my leg tapping up and down. I hadn't been getting much sleep these past few days, thinking too much about everything and nothing at the same time. My brain was still messed up about the Mysterio, in my head about death thing. I couldn't get his voice out of my head sometimes.

I sighed to myself, taking my headphones out of my ears and leaning further back in my seat.

"You okay, kid?"

I peaked my eye open to see Cap staring at me with concern. I shook my head, sitting up in my seat again. I couldn't sit still!

"Can I ask you something? Personal?"

Cap nodded after a beat, sitting down across from me, "Sure."

"When you knew you had to put the plane in the water, how scared were you? I mean, you left behind so much. Did-"

"-did I regret doing it?" Cap finished for me.

I nodded my head.

"The only thing I regret is not telling Peggy how I felt about her sooner. We ended on a.. rather bad note and my only regret is I didn't fix it. If I never put that plane in the water, i wouldn't have been the only one to lose their life."

"Yeah.." I trailed off, my mind losing concentration.

"What's on your mind?" Cap asked softly.

"I fought off six guys who wanted to kill me. I got help towards the end from another hero like me, but even before these powers I've been afraid of death. The thought of being just another name in the ground scares me. During the battle, there was a machine that, if it exploded above the water, would level the entire city. I was so scared. I thought I was going to die. One of the guys, he could get inside your head and make you see things. He just kept telling me how much a blessing death was, and I'd be a fool not to take it."

"Sounds like a real piece of work." Cap commented.

I nodded, "Yeah, guy wore a fish bowl as a helmet."

Steve let out a small laugh, "You know it's normal to be afraid of death. They say the people who fear it most have the most regrets. Do you regret anything?"

"Yeah." I said merely above a whisper.

Steve just sighed and gave me a half smile, coming to sit down next to me.

"You know, I think you and I are going to be just fine."

"Really?" I asked him.

Steve nodded, "Because I can see it in your eyes, no matter how much you fear death, you'd take a bullet for anyone you love."

Steve and I fell into a comfortable silence. I pulled out my headphones again, putting the right one in my ear and handing him the left one.

"Care to listen to some Etta James?" I asked.

Steve looked down at the earbud and then back to me, smiling as he took it and put it in his ear. I turned my volume down majorly so I wouldn't hurt the old mans ears, the smooth sounds of Etta James playing through the speaker.

[...]

I groaned when I felt somebody nudge me. My eyes fluttering open the second time they did it.

"Y/n, we're here." Steve said softly, nudging me again. My eyes were wide, noticing I had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

"S-Sorry!" I squeaked out, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.