" oh come on, it's happened before "
CASSANDRA BARNES
spy. avenger. sister. hero.
-CAPTAIN AMERICA THE WINTER SOLDIER-
-AVENGERS AGE OF ULTRON-
book two of the cassandra barnes series (read delirium first!!!!)
cover made by the fantastic
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2014
Steve and Cassandra sat in a truck, driving along the road from DC to New Jersey. Her feet were up on the dash, and she was wiggling her toes to keep them from falling asleep. Steve's ears were still red from their distraction kiss, and she had a smug grin on her face.
"Ok, I think I know the answer to this question, but where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?" She asked. "Nazi Germany." "Hm." "And we're borrowing. Take your feet off the dash." Steve said.
Cassandra pouted, putting her feet down, and scooting up in her seat.
"Alright, I have a question for you, oh, which you do not have to answer. I feel like if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know?" "What?" "Was that your first kiss since 1945?" "That bad, huh?" "I didn't say that." "Well, it kind of sounds like that's what you're saying." "No, I didn't. I just wondered how much practice you've had." "You don't need practice." Steve insisted "Everybody needs practice." "It was not my first kiss since 1945. I'm ninety-five, I'm not dead." "I know you are. Need I remind you that we were born in the same year? Nobody special, though?"
Steve chuckled, and Cassandra expected she knew what the answer was, but she listened anyways.
"Believe it or not, it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience." "Well, that's alright, you just make something up." Cassandra suggested. "What, like you?" "I don't know. The truth is a matter of circumstances, it's not all things to all people all the time. And neither am I." "That's a tough way to live." "It's a good way not to die, though." "You know, it's kind of hard to trust someone when you don't know who that someone really is." "Yeah," she paused. "Who do you want me to be?" "How about a friend?"
Cassandra laughed softly, shaking her head.
"Well, there's a chance you might be in the wrong business, Rogers."
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Steve and Cassandra walked around the old army base. Cassandra tracked the signal, searching for radio waves, heat signatures, anything. Steve was staring into plain space, and she knew he was probably remembering his time here while he was in the army. Cassandra did, she remembered yelling at soldiers, probably one of the highlights of her life.
"This is a dead end. Zero heat signature, zero waves, not even radio. Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off."
Steve didn't answer. Instead he stepped towards a bunker. Cassandra followed, confused.
"What is it?" She asked. "Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks, remember? This building is in the wrong place."
