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Chapter Eight
"A Soldier before a Captain"It took hours for us to finally reach the coordinates. I even managed to sleep through the comfortable silence that settled over us after our light conversation. Steve woke me from the peaceful sleep I'd indulged in, his voice bringing me back to the present.
We arrived without any problems or obstacles, but when I looked around, all I saw were run-down buildings. It reminded me of an old, abandoned military base.
"This is it?" Natasha asked, her face a mix of confusion and disbelief. I shrugged my shoulders, still scanning the area. "The file came from these coordinates," I said, meeting Steve's eyes.
Steve let out a sigh, his gaze distant. "So did I."
Natasha and I understood immediately. We let Steve have his moment and continued to explore. The skies were dark, blending with the ominous aura of the place.
Natasha and I tried to pinpoint the signal, but we got nothing. Steve followed, sharing stories about his training in this very location.
"Changed much since the last time you were here?" Natasha asked, drawing both our attention.Steve smiled. "A little."
I returned the smile, glancing at my tracker. Still no signal. 'It's a dead end,' I thought.
"I'm not getting anything, Cap. Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off."
"Smart move," Natasha commented, shaking her head in disappointment.
"Indeed," I echoed, feeling the same frustration. We were all tired from running around and avoiding the authorities.
Steve spotted a building ahead and started toward it. I followed instinctively. "What is it?"
"Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks. This building is in the wrong place," Steve explained.
Natasha and I exchanged impressed looks. "I learned something new today," I whispered, earning a small chuckle from Natasha. It was an inside joke between me, Natasha, and Barton from our training days.
Steve broke the lock on the metal door with his shield, and we stepped inside. The smell of must and rusted metal greeted us, indicating the building's age. Steve flipped on the lights, revealing a very old SHIELD office.
"This is SHIELD," Natasha muttered, while I remained speechless, amazed. I'd always wondered what the first HQ looked like. Stepping inside was a dream come true.
"Maybe where it started," Steve suggested, glancing at me with amusement.
We walked around, entering a smaller room filled with desks and scattered papers covered in dust. I noticed a row of portraits on the wall. Steve and Natasha joined me, and I immediately recognized one portrait as Howard Stark, Tony Stark's father. Another portrait showed a pretty woman with dark curly hair, alongside a military man. 'Founders of SHIELD,' I thought.
"There's Stark's father," Natasha pointed out.
"Mr. Howard Stark," I confirmed, earning a nod from Steve.
Steve focused on the portrait of the woman, sadness and longing flickering in his eyes.
"Who's the girl?" Natasha asked. I glanced at Steve before answering softly. "Agent Margaret Carter."
Steve looked at me, curious about how I knew her. I offered a small smile. "Research."
Steve didn't respond, just stared at the picture. After a few seconds, he turned and continued down the hallway, Natasha right behind him. I looked back at the picture of Agent Carter once more before following them.I found Natasha and Steve in front of a bookshelf, scanning it. I was about to ask what they were doing when Steve suddenly spoke up. "If you're already working in a secret office," he paused, pushing the bookshelf aside to reveal a metal elevator, "why do you need to hide the elevator?"
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A/N:oof things are about to get spicy ;)can't wait to finally write the next parts, the plot is about to thicken y'all! ready for a big twist? i sure do hope so ;)
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—xo, marveldefender (nicole)
edited - July 19, 2024
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