Brother America (A Captain America Story) WATTYS 2015

Chapter 21~Suit Up

☆Steve's POV☆

Callie and I go to find Natasha in the infirmary while Tony flies on ahead of us and tries to shut down the Tesseract. Callie leads me to the infirmary, fully suited up with me following in my stars and stripes. This is it, the big battle. My nerves tingle just at the thought of fighting to protect people again.

Callie presses a button and the metal door slides open, revealing a man and Natasha sitting very close on a cot. I clear my throat, and they jump.

"Time to go," I order, watching Callie run up to Natasha and give her a big hug. Natasha squints slightly.

"Go where?" She demands, letting go of Callie, who comes to stand back next to me.

"I'll tell you on the way," I dismiss her question. "Can you fly one of those jets?"

"I can," the man pipes up. I incline my head at Natasha. She gives me a nod.

"You gotta suit?" I ask him. He nods.

"Then suit up," I tell him, walking out of the room with Callie hot on my heels.

"You know," she finally says as we walk briskly to retrieve our weapons. "His name is Clint."

I shrug, looking back at her slightly.

"I'll remember that," I say with a smile.

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We regroup with Natasha and Clint, fully suited up, to go find a ride. Callie points out an unguarded jet, and we go up to it, me in the lead.

There is a young man here, and he looks confused as we stride boldly up into the jet.

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

"Son," I inturrupt, staring him down. "Just don't."

He rushes out of the jet and Natasha and Clint take up the pilot and co-pilot positions, and we take off.

"So where are we going, again?" Natasha brings up.

"Head for Stark Tower," I order. "We found him."

She nods and turns to the controls.

"You know, there are gonna be aliens there, Callie," Natasha points out as we continue flying.

"What are they called?" She wonders, slightly interested.

"Chitauri," Natasha replies. Callie gives a slow nod, turning her head. I get up to look over Natasha and Clint's shoulders, checking the controls. I don't know what else to do, so I go back to the bench and sit down.

I look over at Callie, who is in full uniform. Her outfit is somewhat like a pirate, and it's a good look on her. She wears tight fitting pants with leather, knee-high lace up boots. A brown utility belt rests on her waist, her metal lightsaber hilt hooked on. Her shirt is black. It's perfectly fitted to her torso. She wears brown fingerless gloves. Her chestnut hair is in a long side ponytail, draping down her shoulder. She looks lost in thought.

"What is it?" I ask her. She lets out a sigh.

"Everything. Just everything," she says, leaning forward onto her elbows. "I have to push him aside though," she adds. I nod.

"You'll do fine," I assure her, even though, deep down, I don't want her in this war. Now that I've gotten to know her, she seems like she can take on the world. But she doesn't have to. Callie finally straightens up.

"When that hostile was shooting at us, when we were fixing the engine," she begins. "I held out my hand, and one of the bullets stopped. Just hovered there, in midair. It was like I was controlling it," she spills. I remember that. I had watched her stop the bullet, and the look of suprise on her face when she broke the connection and it dropped and rolled off the helicarrier.

"I think I stopped it with the Force," she says hesitantly. I nodd slowly.

"So, let's make a list, here. You can control things in midair, swing a sword with, might I say, incredible skill," I count everything off on my fingers, glancing up at her when I gave her a compliment. She smiles a real smile. I hope that won't be the last smile she wears.

"And...I'm quite positive you have already found out how to control people's minds," I finish. She gives me a confused look.

"Well, in the lab, when Stark and I were fighting, you told us to stop. My brain went slightly fuzzy and I thought, 'Man, I should stop fighting'," I explain, reminiscing back to before the explosion. A light bulb goes off in her head.

"Ohhh," she realizes.

The hum of the engines fill the silence, when suddenly, Callie gasps in pain.

I look up.

"What is it?" I ask urgently. She shakes off the feeling.

"They're here," she confirms. I get up and look out the small window at the sky opening up, a beam of electric blue energy sprouting from the top of Stark Tower. I know the battle has begun.

Time to get serious.
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