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- Avengers/MCU
- Criminal Minds
- Harry Potter
- Star Wars
- The Originals
- The 100
- Twilight
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- Stan Lee (Avengers/MCU)
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You neverwanted to live life as a criminal.
You never wanted to go against everything you believe-- well, believed in.
But desperate times call for desperate measures.
You grab the flash drive and stick it in your pocket before erasing every crumb you may have accidentally left behind.
Well, almost every crumb.
You want to get caught. You have lives to ruin, revenge to take.
You take one more glance back at the computers before slipping out of the room. You jog down the hallways, counting your steps.
31.
30.
29.
28.
Your counting is stopped when you run into a solid object. You open your eyes and groan, staring up into the bright blues of Steve Rogers.
Your husband.
"Well, heya, Steve," you chirp, jumping backwards.
"(Y/N). What are you doing?" he asks, crossing his arms.
"Oh, I was feeling nostalgic so I decided to take a short trip home. What are you doing here?" you ask, backing up slowly.
"A silent alarm was triggered. Figured I'd check it out."
"Huh. Well, I hope you catch the guy. Hate to go so soon, but—" Steve's hand encases your arm and you freeze. "Steve, let go."
"When you give back what you stole," he says calmly. You narrow your eyes and rip your arm out of his grasp.
"Don't try me," you warn, your voice low.
"(Y/N), let's just talk about it--"
"Steve? Everything okay?"
Natasha.
You clench your jaw tightly, glaring at him.
"You brought her?" you hiss. He takes a deep breath.
"The whole team."
"You know how I feel about everyone. You know how everyone feels about me, and you brought them?" You step backwards, trying to calm the fire bubbling in the pit of your stomach.
Before Steve can come up with some bullshit answer, the team falls in behind him. Their expressions guarded. You let a smile split your face.
"Well, lookie here. The band's back together!" Tony winces slightly.
"(Y/N), just give us the codes back and we can talk," Natasha says. You let out a humorless laugh.
"Really, Nat? Now you wanna talk? You wanna talk when I hold the Avenger's future in my hands, but you didn't wanna talk when I was struggling to keep myself together after what H.Y.D.R.A. did to me?"
