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 I've finally got my parents, at least a little bit, on my side about my brother. I've ranted a lot to you guys about how my brother is literally a drain on my family and how we argue all the time. Well, I reached my breaking point. I was driving the waste-of-space called my brother to the gym. I had music on in the truck, and when my brother pulled out his phone, I knew what he wanted to do, so I asked him not to play music. (It's stupid that we started arguing over this, but the arguments usually start over something stupid.) He was saying "No, it's fine, you won't even be able to hear it!" Because if it's convenient for him, it's okay. I told him no, that I was driving so I picked the music, and he was saying how it was unfair. I spent YEARS having to listen to his music when he would pick me up from somewhere, so I think it's my right not to have to hear it now. He always wants to mess with my radio/cds and he criticizes me non-stop about my driving, about my music (And the volume), he messes with my stuff while I'm driving and is just plain distracting. He also belittles me when I don't know where I'm going. Like excuse me but, I've never been to this place before you ass wipe. Please give me directions so I know for the future. Ungrateful. That's what he is. What irks me even more is that he doesn't see how he's acting. He's always the innocent party. He was telling me how I can't talk to him however I want, and that our parents have allowed me to mistreat him because I'm the favorite. MAYBE I'M THE FUCKING FAVORITE FOR A REASON. DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT!? 

  I have had bad fights with him in the past, but NEVER have I brought our private lives in to things. HE does however. At one point last year, I thought I was going to have to repeat a class because I was struggling. My brother was yelling at me one night, saying that I was failing in school and that I was never going anywhere in life, that HE was going to be more successful than me because he got good grades. I'm not the one who missed my major because I thought the homework that would let me pass my last class was stupid so I didn't do it. I told him that he's been considerably rude to me in the past too, and he says: "Name one time". When I told him about the time he called me a failure, he said "That's fucking stupid. You're being immature. That was a long time ago, you should let that go." I snapped then. I slammed on the brakes and looked at him, waiting for him to hear how stupid he sounded. Nobody can spew as much BS as he can and not begin to realize what he sounds like, but apparently he can. We argued more and then I'd had enough, so I told him that he constantly calls me a failure and that he's always putting me down. I told him that I don't throw the fact that he was a drug addict in his face all the time. He said "YOU JUST DID!" and I said "It was the first time though, wasn't it?"

 I dropped him at the gym, he got out and I called my mom. She's never totally had my side about the whole brother issue, but she was the only person I could think of to call. I wasn't about to drive without getting some serious shit off my chest. I called, told her that he'd been an ass to me, yelled at her about him, brought everything I thought out into the open, and she asked me what I was going to do about my problem. So I told her. She didn't like my answer, but I told her what I was going to do. I told her that from now on, I don't have a brother anymore. If he needs me to drive him somewhere, he's paying me. No questions asked. If my parents need me to get him from somewhere, they are paying me, and it better be really fucking important. Like my dad better be dying in the hospital serious. I can not stand him. He says that I never want to spend time with him, and I ask him "Gee I wonder why!?" My dad and brother got in an argument the other day. My brother likes to play with things until they break/spill or whatever, and my dad told him to stop. I was tired, I'd just gotten home from school and I was sitting at the breakfast bar,and I said: "I think he has ADHD". My brother flipped out. He has a hard time taking jokes, apparently, because he goes "So she can say that to me but I can't call her (insert something misogynistic here)!? What the hell!?" My dad takes my side on the whole issue with my brother, and he was saying "Well, you were acting ADHD." My brother flipped out even more. He brought up the "Why can she talk to me like that and I can't retort" Shit again, so I gave him the same spiel about him calling me a failure. He says "I did not say you were a failure. I said you were failing don't put fucking words in my mouth." (I am not shitting you. This was the conversation). I told him that it was the same thing. I told him, "It's the same thing. Calling me a failure and saying I failed. You saying it isn't is like saying that you were addicted to drugs isn't the same as saying he was a drug addict." It sounds repetitive, but it's how every argument goes now. What really gets me is that he doesn't seem to understand that I've kicked him out of my life. He still thinks we're buddies (We never were). He came in my room just today and started touching all my stuff and messing with things until they broke. He accused me of stealing from him (Did I mention he's stolen from me before?) And then wouldn't leave when I asked him, at least ten times as calmly as I could. He laughed when I told him I was going to get mad. I just pulled a 10 hour shift at a job that is OUTSIDE IN THE FLORIDA HEAT WHEN IT IS HOTTER THAN SATAN'S ASSCRACK, I got in late the night before. He complains that he works all day, but hell he shouldn't. He's in an air conditioned trailer all day typing on a computer. He comes home at 5:30 and SLEEPS until the next morning. He doesn't have school or anything to worry about like I do. And he says that all I do is sleep. Yes, on days that I have off (Which are very few these days), all I do is sleep. Because I'm EXHAUSTED. I wanted to come home, eat dinner, take a shower and go to bed. He was asking me questions about everything in my room, accused me of stealing from him, he's called me a liar and a failure and he has absolutely no respect for me. So I did myself a favor and kicked him out of my life. And I've been happier since I did.
  • Mood: Annoyed
  • Listening to: Elements- Lindsey Stirling
  • Reading: Extended Essays
  • Watching: The Gates
  • Playing: Nothing
  • Eating: Breakfast Sandwich (For dinner)
  • Drinking: water
Steve

 I gave Caius my phone number in case he or Diana needed something, or got in trouble at the HYDRA hospital. He'd been texting me updates, which I read as soon as they came in.

Steve, this is Caius. Diana's in with Rumlow and the Crew is with her. Rollins says that Pierce is heading here to speak with Diana, so I would keep comms down with Diana.

Rumlow is expected to make a full recovery.

Wish you could be here with Diana. Good thing her crew is backing her.

Rumlow just got out of surgery.


All of these texts came within the same hour. I can only hope that Diana can operate on her own, without my aid. She has her Men, which I have to hope is good enough. I'm sitting at a SHIELD owned hospital, open to the public, and Lester just went in for surgery. They told me that they were looking at the damage and searching for solutions to fix him. At this moment, I don't care if he lives or dies. He'd almost jeopardized the whole mission. My phone vibrates in my pocket.

Pierce is here. He's not happy.

Diana

 Rumlow is out of surgery and I'm sitting in his room, holding his hand which is slack, but warm. He's alive, his vitals are strong, and the Doctors said that he would make a full recovery.
 "Diana Calhoun." A cold voice says at my back. I turn, knowing the voice, and glare. Pierce takes a small step back but speaks again. "You haven't been reporting in."
 "You cleared Rumlow for a mission to kill Steve Rogers. When Schmidt gave me command back, I decided to assist. I couldn't report in because Rogers is too sharp for me to be able to sneak by to give a report. Sorry for whatever inconvenience it caused."
 "And where have you been the last few days then? Report now." Pierce demands.
 "Perhaps back at HQ?" I ask, "No need to make a scene in the middle of the hospital." Pierce shakes his head, pointing to an office across the hall. I nod and follow him there. We step in and I take a deep breath to prepare myself to tell this lie all over again.
 "Report, now." Pierce snaps.
 "I was assisting in the take down of Captain Rogers. I went in, was getting close to him, and the plan was for me to set him up for Rumlow to take him out. Rogers told me that SHIELD hid something from me, and that it involved my parents. He insisted on taking me to see them. So I agreed, going alone instead. I reported back to base to formulate a plan of action and Rumlow demanded a report. So I gave him one. I didn't leave anything out. And he wanted to meet my parents. So I went back to DC, told Steve that I wanted a day to spend with my parents, and then Rumlow and I went to meet my parents. My mother was out of the house, so it was just my Father, and we spent a few hours talking. I suggested that Rumlow and I go for a walk, the house is in the country, you know? And then Rumlow proposed. I said yes, and then there was a shot. Relatively close range. Ballistics came back with a report of the bullet. It came from a German-make World War II era Rifle. The K98 Mauser."
 "What are you getting at?" Pierce asks.
 "You ordered Rumlow to sleep with Marie, but after the one time tryst, Rumlow ignored Marie, and I didn't bring her on missions because she wasn't ready. I don't think it's too far out there to say that Marie attempted to kill Rumlow."
 "Do you know that Lester is in the hospital right now?" Pierce asks. I feel a shock go through me when he says this, but I channel that into my act, making it seem as if I was shocked by the fact that Lester was hospitalized.
 "What?" I ask. Pierce nods.
 "Similar wound to the head. We can't access cameras or anything to the Hospital he's in, so we're assuming that it's a SHIELD Hospital. We do know that he is just a John Doe right now, and any attempt to get him out would draw attention to him."
 "Leave him." I say calmly, "SHIELD hasn't got anything on Lester, DNA, fingerprints, nothing. As long as they think he's just a John Doe, they'll fix him up." Pierce nods his agreement.
 "Good work, Agent." He says evenly. "Let me know when Agent Rumlow wakes up. And continue the mission once he does." I nod.
 "I should let Captain Rogers know what's going on." I say, "Give him a reason not to expect to see me for a few days." Pierce nods, turning and leaving the office. I take a seat in one of the visitor chairs and call Steve. It rings a few times and then he picks up.
 "Diana." His voice is flooded with relief. "How is everything?"
 "Brock will recover." I reply, "But listen to me. Pierce knows that Lester is in a SHIELD hospital. If anyone suspicious comes around, call backup to help you, okay?" I say quietly, "I can't talk long. But I'll be a few days here at the hospital." Steve sighs gently, I can almost see his face, his eyes closing, brow bunched, perfect, sculpted lip pinched by perfect white teeth as he bites it.
 "Alright." He says, "I'll be in touch soon. I'll let you know if Lester wakes up."
 "Thank you, Steve. I love you."
 "I love you too."

 The Crew all meets in the cafeteria. We each have a shitty burger and water, and gather boredly around the TV set to watch the hockey game they have playing. We leave only to sleep or to shower, and somebody is always at the hospital. Since this was Skeleton Crew business, I got the hospital bed beside Rumlow's, and access to the showers, so I stayed 24/7 to monitor his condition. His vitals remained strong, and the Doctors had him so doped up that the painkillers alone were keeping him asleep. They said they would back him off over the next few days and then see if he woke up. On the sixth day, he did. I was there, holding his hand from his bedside, staring at his handsome face as he stirred. It tore me apart. Seeing him like this. First his face gets permanently burned and leaves him with scars that will never heal. Then he gets shot in the head, and I was powerless. I couldn't help him. I felt my heart still ramming against my sternum, aching to break free. There was a part of me that still loved Brock to death, that wanted to take back everything and stay with him. But then that part of me that had let Steve in would reprimand me, calling up memories of our first night together. The first night, it would say, of more to come.
 Rumlow's eyes shoot open and the first thing he sees is me. He looks at our intertwined hands and his eyes fall on the ring I wear, Tungsten Carbide, and he smiles weakly.
 "You said yes..." He says tiredly. Tears spring to my eyes.
 "I did." I reply. He smiles more, then groans. "Who shot me?"
 "We're thinking it was Marie." I lie, "Bullet came from a K98 Mauser. And she was the only member of the Crew that wasn't accounted for."
 "She's a shitty shot." He jokes. I squeeze his hand tightly, smiling at his humor despite the situation.
 "I'll go get Doctor List." I say gently, kissing his nose and letting go of his hand. He watches me go, I can feel his gaze on me. I step into the hall just as List rounds a corner and comes into view. I call out to him and he looks up, the obvious question in his eyes, and I nod. He rushes over.
 "Agent Rumlow," List says, smiling as he approaches the bed, "Diana's vigilance paid off I see." List winks to me, and Brock looks up. "She didn't leave your side for any more than twenty minutes at a time." List explains, "And she would have been here all the time if the Crew didn't force her to eat or shower or go outside and get some fresh air."
 "I'm stubborn, babe." Rumlow says, "Nothing keeps me down long."
 "Six days, four hours and twenty two minutes." I snap, "That's how long I worried about you!" I take his hand and he smiles more.
 "We should let him rest." List says, "But it's good to see him awake. And talking. We'll keep him a few more days, make sure there's no trauma." I nod to List, who leaves us and I kiss Rumlow once more.
 "Where's Marie?" Brock asks.
 "She's in custody. I was waiting for you to wake up to confront her." I admit, "We need to know if she's going in on murder charges."
 "You're going through the court of law?" Rumlow asks. I shake my head.
 "No. You should know that I go by Martial Law, and Marie just signed her dishonorable discharge statement." I'm lying through my teeth, but Brock is too tired to pick up on it. I turn away. "I think Doc just ordered you to rest. The rest of the Crew should be in soon."

Marie

 Six days I'd spent in custody of HYDRA on charges of attempted murder. I had no idea what they were talking about, but nobody was hearing me. I am moved from my holding cell to an interrogation room where I am cuffed to the table and told to wait for my CO to come in. My CO is Diana Calhoun. Now I was worried. I'd been told that I shot Brock Rumlow, so it really shouldn't be a shock that his girlfriend would want to interrogate me. She steps in, cold eyes and rigid stance, glaring me down. She takes a seat across from me.
 "You know why I'm here."
 "I have given you no reason to believe me." I say quietly, "But I didn't try to kill Brock Rumlow."
 "You're right. You haven't given me a reason to believe you. It's the perfect Crime, Marie. German make rifle, a round through the head on one of your superiors. You are the only member of the Crew not accounted for on the night of the Assassination." She says calmly, eyes never breaking contact with mine. I shake my head.
 "I know what it looks like, but Diana-,"
 "I did not give you leave to call me by my first name."
 "Sergeant Major," I correct, "I was with Johann that night."
 "Schmidt hasn't given that statement. In fact he and Pierce were the first ones to be notified when Rumlow came in to the hospital." She informs me, "Your name was the first name on the very short list of suspects. And Schmidt made no such statement that you were with him."
 "But I was. We were discussing the continuation of the mission to kill Captain Rogers. He was telling me to withdraw from my attempt because I failed to kill him in the past." Diana levels her gaze on me, eyes narrowed now.
 "Compliance would benefit you, Marie." Diana says gently, "Brock Rumlow almost died. The shot went through the frontal lobe. It would have been a good shot if the bullet hadn't curved." She rises, towering above me. "Why would you want him dead?"
 "I didn't!" She nods once, unconvinced, and turns aside.
 "We have no other suspects. I was with Brock when it happened. Rollins, Batroc, and the Braddocks were all in the training room when it went down. Lester was in town because I asked him there to help with the mission to kill Steve, and didn't leave town according to my sources in DC. You were the only one seen leaving HQ around the right time to get to where Rumlow was to kill him." She lowers her gaze on me, "And the only one in that time frame with the skills to accomplish a snipe like that. Not to mention with that particular rifle." She sounded like some ace attorney, laying out the evidence as she was. I was almost convinced myself that I'd killed Rumlow. But I hold fast, sharpening my glare to a razor's edge. Again as she turns away I voice the truth.
 "Sergeant Major... I have failed you in more ways than I can number. I have brought you grief and hurts that I can not hope to take back... but... I need you to hear me. HYDRA justice knows no allegiance to any flag. I am surely to die for false accusation. I did not kill Brock Rumlow."
 "Here's hoping you get a good attorney." She says, "Maybe you'll get lucky and Matt Murdock will pick up your case. I hear he has a good track record with female clients." She heard me, I could almost see it in the falter of her step, but her stance is rigid and I know that if she wants me put down, now with this perfect set of evidence, she can. I don't think even Schmidt could pull me out of this, even if he gave report of my presence with him. Diana holds my life in her hands, and I can feel the fear creeping in on me. I can feel it in my chest, and I know that my fate was sealed.

Steve

 Lester woke up two days ago, but it became apparent that he would not be the same man he once was. When he woke up, the first thing he said was, "Why am I not dead?" He then, despite being restrained, shot up out of the hospital bed and tried to overdose himself on painkillers. The doctors came in immediately and gave him a sedative, and of course they ran DNA sampling and facial recognition and figured out who he was, so he was being transferred to the Raft, a Prison where SHIELD sent some of their powered bad guys, including now, the infamous Bullseye. Diana called a few times during Rumlow's induced coma, giving me updates, but she sounded worried. I could hardly blame her. She'd been with him for nearly a year now, and it was serious enough, at least on Brock's side, for him to propose. That meant to me that it was on her side at one time too. She told me he was awake, and now she was on to the next phase of her plan, incriminating Marie Siegfried for the Assassination attempt. I on the other hand am tasked with moving Lester to The Raft.

 The man was brought out of sedation enough to walk, and I escorted him to the van that would be transporting him. He looked at the floor between his feet, shoulders quaking, a small chuckle building and then turning into a hysterical laugh.
 "Don't you get it, Captain?" He asked, looking at me with an animalistic tint to his eyes that I didn't like. His grin was too wide, his eyes too bright. "In betraying her trust I became her greatest ally! She always wants to take the road that won't get anyone killed, but sometimes that isn't possible." He chuckles again and slams his head against the side of the van until his bandages fall away and I can see the ugly wound that the bullet made.
 "What are you getting at, Lester?" I demand. He shakes his head.
 "Oh Captain if I told you that, I'd be blowing her cover." He chuckles again, and I throw him in to the back of the transport van, cuffing his hands to one of the bars in the back. It won't be comfortable, but he'll survive. I hop on my bike to follow, and call Diana. She doesn't pick up, so I leave a message asking her to call me, as soon as possible. The van takes off and I give chase, staying close enough to act if anything goes wrong, staying far enough away for the same reason. Everything is going smoothly until we pass through Hell's Kitchen. I see the van swerve madly in front of me, and then the side door crashes open. Lester leaps out and dissappears before I can even think to pursue, and the van careens and smashes into a building. It bursts in to flames and I can hear a woman scream from within. I screech to a halt on the bike and look up, searching for the person who screamed in the glass.
 "Captain America?" Someone asks, "What's he doing in Hell's Kitchen?" I grab my shield from the bike and sprint into the building, the smoke has just now gotten to the top floor, but barely. The smoke alarms haven't sounded yet. Behind one door a light is on. There is a file folder with the words "Nelson and Murdock" written on it in magic marker. Beneath it says "Attorneys at Law". A blonde woman, in her twenties appears, frantic, and I look to the door. She shakes her head.
 "I'm not leaving him!" She tells me, "Help me please!" Without hesitation, I run after her. She leads me to a part of the office and a bookshelf has collapsed. The smoke is finally filtering up, making the air thick. Under the bookshelf is a man. He's no older than thirty with brown hair and thick, red lensed glasses. He sports a grey suit and a five o'clock shadow. I rush over and lift the bookshelf off of him, supporting the weight of it with one hand and dragging the man out with the other. He gets to his feet, and I notice something else under the bookshelf, it's a white cane. The man is blind. I swipe up the cane and offer it to the man.
"Here." I say, making sure the handle touches his hand so he knows it's there. "Come on, we need to get out of here before it gets too smokey." I order. The woman coughs hard, nearly collapsing as I speak, and I move in to support her. It's become so hazy that I can't see very far in front of me. The man wordlessly ducks his head to avoid the worst of the smoke.
 "Here." He mimics me, holding out the cane, "Hold on to this, I know the way out, and I don't have to see to do it." He moves on confidently once I've grabbed the cane. I slightly lift the woman, who is now nearly limp under my arm. The man moves so quickly, I can hardly believe that he is blind. We are out of the smoke and in the street before the fire department has arrived.
 "She needs medical assistance!" I call out, "Was there anyone else in the building?" I ask the man.
 "No, Karen and I were the only ones." He tells me, coughing and taking a few deep breaths to clear the smoke from his lungs. "Normally there would have been someone else, but he was out getting us coffee."
 "Are you alright?" I ask. The man nods, rising to his full height and extending a hand to me.
 "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you for stepping in. Karen and I would have both been done for if you hadn't lifted that bookshelf off of me. Damn thing." He smiles halfheartedly. "Matt Murdock." I take his hand and shake it once.
 "Steve Rogers." I report. He nods slowly, tapping his cane on the concrete once.
 "What are the odds that Captain America would save my life?" He laughs. Another man runs over to us then. He's built a little huskily, and his hair comes nearly to his shoulders.
 "Matt, what the hell!?" He demands.
 "Captain Rogers this is the Nelson in Nelson and Murdock. Foggy, this is Steve Rogers." Matt says calmly. 'Foggy' takes a slight step back, looking over me. Recognition dawns on his face, but is quickly replaced with worry again.
 "I leave for ten minutes and you've set a building on fire!" Foggy yells. He's not mad at Matt, I can tell, he was just concerned.
 "Actually, it was my fault." I tell him, "I was following a transport. We were moving a dangerous criminal to a New York prison and he escaped somehow. Killed the driver of the van and it crashed into your building." I run a hand through my hair and it comes back with soot on it.
 "Who?" Matt asks. I scratch the back of my head, cracking my shoulders and decide that it couldn't hurt to tell him.
 "Lester. The assassin Bullseye." I tell him. He goes rigid all of a sudden, but shakes it soon after. If I hadn't been looking so closely, I would have missed it. Did this blind man have some kind of past with Lester? I wondered why he'd gone rigid. He nods once.
 "Thank you again, Captain." He says.
 "Please," I implore, "Call me Steve." Matt nods and Foggy moves towards him to take his arm. I can tell that he's done so before, he's used to leading Matt around. But something tells me that Matt doesn't need it, that he's mostly just humoring his friend. I think Matt sees just fine, just not in the way Foggy does, or I do. The two depart, hopping in the back of the ambulance with the woman named Karen.
Semper Fi Ch. 39 (Captain America: TWS)
Couldn't resist a little cameo appearance by my third favorite Marvel Man. If you're curious the list goes:
1. Steve-baby
2. Brock Rumlow ( :iconsamarbejaoui: )
3. Matt Murdock
4. Bucky "Sweet-baby-who-needs-to-be-protected-no-matter-what" Barnes ( :iconsscejm4a: )
5. Loki of Sassgard
6. Star-Lord
7. The Vision

Hope you guys don't hate me too much. :) XD It's gonna get rough real soon. Real rough. 

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Diana
 
 I had two missed calls from Steve. I'd felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, but I had a briefing, so I couldn't answer. As soon as the meeting adjourned however, I was on the phone with Steve.
 "Diana," He said, voice deathly calm, "There's been an accident. I was following Lester's transport to the Raft and he killed the driver and escaped while we were passing through Hell's Kitchen. I think he's gone insane."
 "Are you sure?" I demand. I can almost hear Steve nod.
 "I'm positive. The way he was laughing... he's mad."
 "Can you track him?" I ask.
 "No," Steve says, "I'm bringing in someone who can though, and I'm going to make sure that he's put away. He didn't seem hell bent on killing you though. He was acting crazy, but he said that speaking to me would give away your cover. Anyways... how are things with the Crew?"
 "I just had a meeting with Pierce and Schmidt." I say, looking around me to make sure no one was listening. "The attempt on Rumlow's life happened at eighteen hundred hours. Schmidt had a meeting with Marie at fourteen hundred hours, and it lasted two hours. That gives her three hours of uncharted activity as she didn't return until 1900. She's as good as convicted." I feel a sinking in my gut. Could I incriminate her? Yes I could. Like she said, she had never done a thing to make me trust her, and hell, she'd been a pain in my ass since I met her. Of course I could place blame in her. It was logical. Justified. All the clues pointed to her. Maybe she'd be pegged with Ben's 'assassination' as well. "I love you, Steve." I say quietly, almost to myself.
 "I love you too. Get back to me, alright?" Steve says it like an order despite phrasing it as a question.
 "Of course." I reply. I hang up the phone and turn to head back to Rumlow's room. There is a Nurse cleaning the wound and dressing it. She's young, probably in training. I smile at Brock, and he smiles back.
 "You can leave it." Brock says to her, "Diana can finish up."
 "I'm Medical Corps." I reply. The Nurse nods and hands me the dressings. I sit on the bed in front of Brock and look at the two ugly wounds left by the bullet. I clean the one on top of his head. The area around it is shaved, and I smile weakly. "Looks like you're going bald early, old man." I tease.
 "Maybe I'll just buzz it the rest of the way." Brock chuckles. I give him the most horrified face I can muster.
 "But..." I say, touching the awkward little puff of hair at the front of his scalp. "I love the little coiff thing you do." Brock pulls my hand away from his hair and grabs the back of my head, pulling my lips to his for a desperate kiss. I place a hand on his chest, sighing happily.
 "I love you." He whispers. I kiss him again, then pull away, going back to dressing his wounds.
 "I love you too."
 "Diana," Brock says, looking to me and holding my chin with his hands. "I told you a long time ago that you could leave me if you wanted to. I know... we're engaged and everything, but you can still break it off with me... whenever you want." He kisses me gently once more, "HYDRA has some new augmentations they want to try on me. A form of the Super Soldier Serum, among other things. They said my injury would make it easier for them to study me, because I'm at a weak point. They want to see if it would make me stronger. But there's a lot of room for error. I could end up looking like Schmidt. And... I wouldn't ask you to be with me if something went wrong and the serum altered my personality... and  how I feel about you."
 "Brock, I love you." I say forcefully, "And if something goes wrong, I will personally murder whoever is responsible." I place a light kiss on the tip of his nose. I finish up covering his wounds and sit more forward, almost straddling him. "I want you well again. Now... I have to go for a few days, make sure Steve isn't on to me. But promise me, you'll let me know when it's going to happen, so I can be there, okay?" Brock nods, leaning back and smiling up at me.
 "I'll let you know, babe." He assures me, "I love you. Now go on with the mission. I'm so happy that we're on the same side on this matter... I'd hate it if we had to be opposing each other. I love you, and I don't like arguing with you. I know it usually ends badly for me."
 "Damn right." I tease, sliding off the bed. "Get some rest, Brock."

 I'm back with Steve within the hour. We decided to get a hotel room, keep moving so HYDRA wouldn't be able to nail us down. Steve is sprawled out on the couch, and the TV is on. It's showing a documentary on World War II. Steve is invested in the program, and I'm curled up against his chest, one leg over his thigh, my arms folded up to my own chest, my face buried in his flannel shirt. One of his arms rests over me, and I feel so at ease, so comfortable in his arms, and I just relaxed completely, dozing off against the warmth of his body. He was stroking my hair with the hand that wasn't resting over me, and it felt so good. When the documentary ended, Steve picked me up, moving us to the bed. I look outside, it's dark out. I slide out of my clothes until I'm wearing only panties and a bra, and I steal Steve's flannel shirt from him, wrapping the shirt around my shoulders. He smiles, sliding his jeans down. He wears blue boxers. His cute little butt is well defined in them, and I, as usual, fail at not staring. He kisses the top of my head and we crawl under the covers.
 "How is Brock?" Steve asks. I look up at him, placing my hands on his chest.
 "He told me something that worries me. HYDRA has a variation of the Super Soldier serum and Brock is going to be the one who gets it." I feel Steve go rigid under my hands.
 "That's not good. I need to call Fury."
 "No." I tell Steve, "You need to let him get that serum. If it works, I could get the formula for SHIELD." Steve thinks on this, worry etched on his brow, before he nods.
 "Okay." He says, "Good plan." He pulls me closer. "How are you, with all of this?"
 "In truth... I hate that I'm framing someone else. And I'm worried about what Lester will do now that he's free. Doc List said that an injury to the frontal lobe could change someones personality entirely. Brock isn't any different, but by what you described, Lester's gone insane."
 "Hell of a thing." Steve says, "Your ex wants me dead and your friend is rogue." He shakes his head, "Things are weird right now... but I'm glad you're here with me."
 "Me too." I reply honestly. "I only regretted two things when I left SHIELD... breaking Bucky's heart... and leaving you behind. You were my best friend. I should have been able to trust you and told you what happened... why I had to leave. Maybe all of this could have been avoided."
 "Hey, I don't blame you for a damn thing." Steve assures me. "I love you." He kisses the top of my head and we doze off.

 "I loved you, Diana."
 "I love you too, Brock... please... I did what I had to do."
 "No. You did what you wanted. Just like always." His face and voice are hidden behind the skull mask he wears. He's taller, stronger. His hand pins both of mine above my head. He looks down, and the knife he holds in his opposite hand slips between my ribs. Searing pain shoots through my body as I slump around the sharp metal. "Heil HYDRA."


 My body twists on its own, trying to get away from imaginary pain. I look down at my ribs, only to see that I'm perfectly alright, that nothing has truly been injured. It was just a vivid dream. I roll over, the bed is cold. I glance at the clock and groan out loud. It's barely six. I hear a crinkling noise and I sit up slightly, yawning. There is a note.

Diana,
Left at around 4:30 to go for a run. Be back around 6:30, going to bring coffee and donuts.
                                                                                                                                      ~Steve


 I sigh, rolling onto my back. Steve would hopefully be back soon. The hotel I now notice, is plain, white walls, white sheets. The carpet is hard and brown, and there are a few prints on the walls of places in the city. I stare at the ceiling for a while, just trying to sort through all the things that had happened, and all of the things that would be happening soon. Steve comes back and finds me on the bed, staring at the ceiling, hands folded over my stomach, eyes pretty much blank. He sets down a box of donuts and brings me the coffee he'd purchased. I look at the clock.
 "You're late." I tease. Steve comes over, a little sweaty from his run, and hops back into bed with me. He kneels above me, one hand playing with my hair, the other supporting himself. His legs are on either side of mine and my arms go to his shoulders.
 "Had to pick the cashier up off the floor." Steve chuckled, "He passed out when Captain America came in for donuts." I let out a small giggle, tipping my head forward to capture his lips with mine.
 "Yeah well Captain America has a date with me. One that involves this bed and a whole lot of noise complaints." I reply. Steve blushes deep red, kissing me again. I slide out from under Steve, making a beeline for the donuts. I snatch up the chocolate covered one with rainbow sprinkles and smirk at Steve's feigned look of hurt.
 "Did you do that so you could eat my favorite donut!?" He demanded, coming over to me. I shake my head furiously.
 "What on earth are you talking about!?" I tease back. I slowly move the donut towards my mouth and take a bite.
 "NOOOOO!!!" Steve jokes. He swipes up one of my favorites, the jelly filled, and I give him my look of hurt. He pouts.
 "Switch?" I ask as innocently as I can manage. He fakes deep thought and then nods eagerly, swapping donuts with me. We finish the donuts we have and then demolish the rest of the box. A super soldier metabolism tended to make you hungry... pretty much all of the time. We chase down the donuts with coffee. After both cups are empty, Steve and I take a quick shower together, then we dry off and spend a few hours together making sure the sheets don't get too cold. Steve was amazing, he was more confident now, and was learning what I liked and disliked. After our... quality time, Steve and I move to the couch to resume our places from yesterday, Steve watching documentaries, me cuddled up to him, dozing, but not asleep. I'm not going to lie, sex with Steve was fantastic. He had pretty much endless energy, which translated into stamina. But just being around him made me so happy. It was something I realized had started to die with Brock. I had to fake more smiles as time went on. And it seemed like we had more sex and less communication. When Rumlow was leading the Crew, despite having no one following him, he was gone a lot. I spent a lot of time alone and when he was around, he'd plant one on me and go to bed, or we'd have sex but he'd be gone when I woke up in the morning. He wouldn't even leave a note like he used to, like Steve had this morning.

 We stayed prone on the couch until around three, when we both got cabin fever. We got dressed, and headed to the park for a jog. It was more of a dead heat than a jog, each of us trying to out-sprint the other. My strides are long, steady, and rapid. The wind from the speed rips through my hair, and I smile. Steve keeps pace, running beside me. We've made countless laps around the small park that lay across the street from our hotel. Steve hasn't broken a sweat, and neither have I.
 "Just for fun," I look to him, smiling, "We should go do all the schools. SEAL, Ranger, the like."  Steve grins, pulling ahead of me in the sprint.
 "They'd hate us." Steve jokes, "They'd order a thirty mile sprint and we'd finish and loop around to meet the stragglers."
 "But we'd be a source of inspiration!" I toss back, pulling ahead of Steve for a few strides before he evens up with me. "Look at those two! Always happy to be here, always eager to get on with the day!" I let out a loud laugh, and so does Steve. We've been running at a full sprint for more than two hours now. Steve slows, as do I, not panting yet either of us. He smiles.
 "Sure," He says, "Let's do it. As if being SHIELD agents and Super Soldiers isn't enough. Let's also be SEALS and Rangers and everything else, and hell while we're at it, I'll run for President!"
 "I'd vote for you. I'd kill to see your perky little butt in dress pants." I tease, poking him in the abs. He pulls me to him, pressing his lips to mine, and I kiss him back.
 "I'd be a terrible President." He says, blushing. "And... you don't have to kill to see me in dress pants."
 "What do I have to do?" I ask.
 "Go out to a nice dinner with me?" He asks. I bite my lip, then nod.
 "I'd love to." I tell him, "But that means I have to go buy a dress. And you should get a shower." I poke him again, and he lifts me up, spinning me for two turns and then stopping to kiss me again.
 "Come with me?" He asks. I tap him on the nose, tightening my legs around his waist.
 "Carry me." I order. He obliges, tapping my thigh to get me to loosen my grip, and I do so. He tosses me over his shoulder and carries me to the bathroom.

 I hastily throw on some clothes and tie up my still-wet hair. I make a run for the boutiques, searching for the perfect dress. I look at some, not even considering some of the brighter colors or floral patterns. Steve knew what I was about, and I knew who I was. I didn't need to wear bright colors for him. I select two dresses to try, one is black, and one is olive and white. In the dressing room, I scrutinize every inch of the black dress once I've put it on. It fits well everywhere except my shoulders. They are so broad that it looks strained across them, so I discard it and try on the olive and white dress. The skirt is olive green, and the top is blouse-like, with a thick brown belt at the waist. I slide in to it, and smile at my own reflection. The dress fits like it was made for me, so I decide to get it. I pair the dress with some simple brown flats.
 "Someone have a hot date?" Asks the cashier. I nod, and look up, taking a small step back in surprise. The register beeps and Ben slips the dress into a garment bag for me. "This one is on the house. I am in the presence of a war hero, after all." He moves aside his hair, and I can see the scarring area from the bullet.
 "Thank you." I say, trying to stay composed. "Ben, you know you're a wanted man, right? Both SHIELD and HYDRA are looking for you." I whisper. Ben chuckles slightly, tipping his head down.
 "Yes," He says, "But nobody is close yet." He winks, shooing me out the door. "Go on now. I'll look after myself."
 "No," I say, curling my lip, "Tell me why, Ben."
 "Why what?"
 "Why did you shoot Rumlow?"
 "I honestly thought you would thank me." Ben says, his voice even, posture relaxed. I shoot him a deathly look, slinging my garment bag over my shoulder. Ben smirks.
 "Why would I thank you?" I demand. "I may not love him, but the last thing I want is for him to be dead. You disobeyed orders twice, Ben. I thought we were partners."
 "We are. And partners make decisions together." Ben shoots back, "You made calls that I didn't agree with. And you might be the leader, but I'm the best marksman. I knew that if I sent a concussive round through you, Rumlow would know the sound. And I knew that if I shot Rumlow in the shoulder, he'd come after me."
 "Not if you had just stood back and let me handle him." I snap. "Everything was in line." I shake my head slightly, groaning. "If we cross paths again, you should know that I don't intend to let you walk."
 "I wouldn't want it any other way." Ben replies, "I'd think you were going soft."

When I return to the hotel room, there is a single rose and a note left for me.

Diana,
Meet me at The Old Ebbitt Grill at 7. I'll be the man with the other eleven roses.
                                                                                                ~Steve


I smile, checking the time. It's five. I jump in the shower for the third time today, washing quickly and then slip in to the dress. I slip on the shoes, dry my hair with the hotel blow dryer, and look at my reflection in the mirror. There is a part of me, growing smaller by the second, that wants to be dressed up like this for Rumlow, but the larger part of me was telling me that Steve would love the dress. I check the time again, and brush myself off, smoothing the dress down. I told myself that I was going to have a good time, that I loved Steve, and that everything was going to be fine. I grab my small handbag and the single rose Steve left for me before stepping out the door to take a cab to my date.
Semper Fi Ch. 40 (Captain America: TWS)
 Steve and Diana have some quality time together, Diana has another run in with Ben and is still conflicted as to if she still loves Rumlow, or if her affections rest solely with Steve. :/

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13 Things About Me

1. I love horses
2. My favorite food is steak
3. I collect Comic Books
4. I have a not-so-secret affinity for Captain America
5. I drink far too much Coca-Cola
6. My favorite Shakespeare plat is Coriolanus
7. I have a bet with my friend that I will wear a Captain America shirt every day for the entire school year.
8. I like Captain Britain better than Union Jack
9. I love Greek Mythology (Look at my username)
10. If given the choice between going out with friends or staying home to write, I pick writing every time.
11. I'm adopted.
12. Chris Evans, Seb Stan, Michael Fassbender, Tom Hiddleston and Frank Grillo are my favorite actors.
13. I am still emotionally damaged from the cancellation of the Gates.

1. Your favorite genre of movies? ie. rom-com, dramedy, action, horror
 
Action
2. Your least favorite?
 Rom-Com
3. Play an instrument? sport?
 I ride horses.
4. Murder, Marry, One-Night Stand w/ my 3 faves: Sebastian Stan, Chris Evans, James McAvoy
 Murder: James McAvoy (SORRY JAMES, I love you but... if I have an opportunity to do Chris or Sebs, I would kill you)
 Marry: Chris Evans (The booty tho)
 One-Night Stand: Sebastian Stan (He's friends with Chris right? I'd still get to see him maybe?)
5. Favorite "go-to" song that, when you're blue, you always listen to?
 Numb- Linkin Park
6. Favorite type of novel: Historical, Sci-Fi, Horror, Romance
 Historical
7. Siblings? How many?
 Older Brother, one
8. Fight or Flight? You catch your boyfriend, Sebastian, kissing another girl...
 Fight. I would walk right over there, slap his pretty face, and make sure the bitch wouldn't be able to have babies (would punch her in the ovaries)
9. We're going to meet: What is the first thing you hope I notice about you?
 My Winning personality
10. Singing in the shower, yes or no?
 Hell. Yes.
11. Best mode of transportation? Flying, driving, riding bus, riding train, riding bike/motorcycle
 My Truck
12. Favorite color(s)?
 Red and Navy
13. Favorite time of day?
 Night.

MY QUESTIONS:
1. Kill-Marry-Bang Michael Fassbender, Tom Hiddleston and David Tennant OR For the guys, Scarlett Johansson, Eva Green and Gina Carano
2. Favorite outdoor activity?
3. Favorite Marvel Movie?
4. Least favorite?
5. Favorite food?
6. How many times a day do you think about your friends here on DeviantART?
7. If you could meet three people (Fictional, real, dead or alive), who would you meet and why?
8. Favorite TV Show?
9. Favorite band?
10. Favorite DC Character?
11. Favorite Marvel Character?
12. Astrological Sign?
13. Give me liberty, or give me...?

FOR FUN I SHALL ANSWER MY OWN QUESTIONS: 
1. Kill-Marry-Bang Michael Fassbender, Tom Hiddleston and David Tennant OR For the guys, Scarlett Johansson, Eva Green and Gina Carano
 Kill: David (But I would take his shoes, he always has on such nice shoes)
 Marry: Tom Hiddleston
 Bang: Michael Fassbender
2. Favorite outdoor activity?
 Horseback riding
3. Favorite Marvel Movie?
 Captain America: The Winter Soldier
4. Least favorite?
 The Incredible Hulk
5. Favorite food?
 Steak
6. How many times a day do you think about your friends here on DeviantART?
 Too many to count.
7. If you could meet three people (Fictional, real, dead or alive), who would you meet and why?
 Machiavelli, Loki, and :iconblood-night-goddess: (She knows why)
8. Favorite TV Show?
 Netflix's Daredevil
9. Favorite band?
 Half Moon Run
10. Favorite DC Character?
 ARM FALL OFF BOY WITHOUT A DOUBT
11. Favorite Marvel Character?
 Captain America (Duh)
12. Astrological Sign?
 Aries
13. Give me liberty, or give me...?
 PEAS

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Personal Quote: "I can do whatever I want." (You have to sing it)
Interests
 I've finally got my parents, at least a little bit, on my side about my brother. I've ranted a lot to you guys about how my brother is literally a drain on my family and how we argue all the time. Well, I reached my breaking point. I was driving the waste-of-space called my brother to the gym. I had music on in the truck, and when my brother pulled out his phone, I knew what he wanted to do, so I asked him not to play music. (It's stupid that we started arguing over this, but the arguments usually start over something stupid.) He was saying "No, it's fine, you won't even be able to hear it!" Because if it's convenient for him, it's okay. I told him no, that I was driving so I picked the music, and he was saying how it was unfair. I spent YEARS having to listen to his music when he would pick me up from somewhere, so I think it's my right not to have to hear it now. He always wants to mess with my radio/cds and he criticizes me non-stop about my driving, about my music (And the volume), he messes with my stuff while I'm driving and is just plain distracting. He also belittles me when I don't know where I'm going. Like excuse me but, I've never been to this place before you ass wipe. Please give me directions so I know for the future. Ungrateful. That's what he is. What irks me even more is that he doesn't see how he's acting. He's always the innocent party. He was telling me how I can't talk to him however I want, and that our parents have allowed me to mistreat him because I'm the favorite. MAYBE I'M THE FUCKING FAVORITE FOR A REASON. DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT!? 

  I have had bad fights with him in the past, but NEVER have I brought our private lives in to things. HE does however. At one point last year, I thought I was going to have to repeat a class because I was struggling. My brother was yelling at me one night, saying that I was failing in school and that I was never going anywhere in life, that HE was going to be more successful than me because he got good grades. I'm not the one who missed my major because I thought the homework that would let me pass my last class was stupid so I didn't do it. I told him that he's been considerably rude to me in the past too, and he says: "Name one time". When I told him about the time he called me a failure, he said "That's fucking stupid. You're being immature. That was a long time ago, you should let that go." I snapped then. I slammed on the brakes and looked at him, waiting for him to hear how stupid he sounded. Nobody can spew as much BS as he can and not begin to realize what he sounds like, but apparently he can. We argued more and then I'd had enough, so I told him that he constantly calls me a failure and that he's always putting me down. I told him that I don't throw the fact that he was a drug addict in his face all the time. He said "YOU JUST DID!" and I said "It was the first time though, wasn't it?"

 I dropped him at the gym, he got out and I called my mom. She's never totally had my side about the whole brother issue, but she was the only person I could think of to call. I wasn't about to drive without getting some serious shit off my chest. I called, told her that he'd been an ass to me, yelled at her about him, brought everything I thought out into the open, and she asked me what I was going to do about my problem. So I told her. She didn't like my answer, but I told her what I was going to do. I told her that from now on, I don't have a brother anymore. If he needs me to drive him somewhere, he's paying me. No questions asked. If my parents need me to get him from somewhere, they are paying me, and it better be really fucking important. Like my dad better be dying in the hospital serious. I can not stand him. He says that I never want to spend time with him, and I ask him "Gee I wonder why!?" My dad and brother got in an argument the other day. My brother likes to play with things until they break/spill or whatever, and my dad told him to stop. I was tired, I'd just gotten home from school and I was sitting at the breakfast bar,and I said: "I think he has ADHD". My brother flipped out. He has a hard time taking jokes, apparently, because he goes "So she can say that to me but I can't call her (insert something misogynistic here)!? What the hell!?" My dad takes my side on the whole issue with my brother, and he was saying "Well, you were acting ADHD." My brother flipped out even more. He brought up the "Why can she talk to me like that and I can't retort" Shit again, so I gave him the same spiel about him calling me a failure. He says "I did not say you were a failure. I said you were failing don't put fucking words in my mouth." (I am not shitting you. This was the conversation). I told him that it was the same thing. I told him, "It's the same thing. Calling me a failure and saying I failed. You saying it isn't is like saying that you were addicted to drugs isn't the same as saying he was a drug addict." It sounds repetitive, but it's how every argument goes now. What really gets me is that he doesn't seem to understand that I've kicked him out of my life. He still thinks we're buddies (We never were). He came in my room just today and started touching all my stuff and messing with things until they broke. He accused me of stealing from him (Did I mention he's stolen from me before?) And then wouldn't leave when I asked him, at least ten times as calmly as I could. He laughed when I told him I was going to get mad. I just pulled a 10 hour shift at a job that is OUTSIDE IN THE FLORIDA HEAT WHEN IT IS HOTTER THAN SATAN'S ASSCRACK, I got in late the night before. He complains that he works all day, but hell he shouldn't. He's in an air conditioned trailer all day typing on a computer. He comes home at 5:30 and SLEEPS until the next morning. He doesn't have school or anything to worry about like I do. And he says that all I do is sleep. Yes, on days that I have off (Which are very few these days), all I do is sleep. Because I'm EXHAUSTED. I wanted to come home, eat dinner, take a shower and go to bed. He was asking me questions about everything in my room, accused me of stealing from him, he's called me a liar and a failure and he has absolutely no respect for me. So I did myself a favor and kicked him out of my life. And I've been happier since I did.
  • Mood: Annoyed
  • Listening to: Elements- Lindsey Stirling
  • Reading: Extended Essays
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  • Eating: Breakfast Sandwich (For dinner)
  • Drinking: water

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