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Semper Fi Ch. 44 (Captain America: TWS) CLEAN

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Steve and I head out the next day at noon, me with my gun tucked into the waist of my jeans, Steve with his ball cap on over his blond locks. We had SHIELD tailing us quietly, and I had Pierce in my ear. Steve and I walk into a park, and when there aren't any people around, I stop, pull Steve down for a kiss. I click off the mic on my earpiece for a half a second to whisper something to Steve.
 "I'm sorry." I whisper, "Make this believable." I press my pistol against his side and shoot. We'd added blood packs, filled with Steve's blood, under his clothes, so when I shot him, the bullet blasted through his side, as well as two blood packs. The rounds were made to go through solid concrete, so Steve's flesh doesn't even slow the bullet. It's a through and through, as clean as it could get. Blood sprayed. Steve fell to the ground, clutching his side, and I tap my earpiece, calling for extraction, a mile from the scene of the shooting. Pierce says he's sending a chopper for me. I glance back to see that SHIELD is arriving to take Steve to the hospital just as I break into a jog away from Steve's form on the ground. I tuck my pistol back into my pants as I run, and I make it to the chopper in record time. It lands softly on an abandoned basketball court, and the side door slides open. In the back is Pierce, in his dumb suit, hands folded over his lap. At the controls is one of the HYDRA pilots who often flew the Crew in to drop zones. He raises one hand to me in recognition. Beside him in the co-pilot's chair is a woman that I don't recognize. She has a shock of red hair on top of her head, and freckles spattered across her cheeks. She has pale skin, and her facial structure is similar to Marie's, angular, small, with pouty lips and an upturned nose. She has hard brown eyes. She wears a red corset and thigh high boots, and black tights. She's also armed to the teeth with knives, and her thigh holsters pack a pair of German make pistols. I size the woman up, she's short, light. I chalk her up to be fast, but not very strong, and something about her eyes whispers insanity.
 "Diana," Pierce addresses, "Meet Sin. She will be joining your Skeleton Crew."
 "Pleasure." I say cordially, extending a hand to her. She rolls her eyes, tossing her mane of wild red hair. I narrow my eyes. Pierce places a hand on my knee.
 "She's Schmidt's daughter." Pierce informs me, "I'll explain later."
 "There's nothing to explain, herr Pierce." Sin snaps, turning in her seat, "I am the product of a genetic experiment. Marie Siegfried was chosen as base DNA for me, because she was what Johann considered the 'perfect' woman. And of course he chose his DNA for the perfect male. Breeding. Selective breeding. If Marie were able to bear children, he may have conceived me the natural way. I will spare the details." Sin narrows her eyes at me. "I was put in the Red Room to be brought up as soon as I was born. I am ready to fight whatever comes. Just don't get in my way." Again I narrow my eyes at her. She is no more than twenty two, yet she claims to be the product of genetic experimentation.
 "Schmidt engineered Sin and sped her aging to make her look as old as she does. These are small details however. Sin will find a home with the Crew, I trust. Once they return?"
 "They left?" I ask, trying to sound shocked. Pierce nods.
 "Only Brock remains. And Siegfried is still incarcerated."
 "I wanted to see him." I reply, "Talk some things over."
 "I wanted you to." Pierce nods, "We have a room prepared for you. He's already there. He's been training with the candidates for the new Serum, but we didn't want to push anything until you'd spoken with Brock first." I nod again. Sin's appearance was not something I could have anticipated. But a battle plan hardly ever survives the first ten minutes of combat, so I couldn't allow myself to panic just yet. This was a situation I should be familiar with, even if it wasn't in its usual context. We fly the chopper to HQ, and when we unload, Sin jumps out and beelines for the elevators. Pierce places a hand on my back and I step faster so he is no longer touching me.
 "Mr. Pierce," I say, "We aren't friends." I turn to look at him, pausing my steps. He's a full ten paces behind me. "We can be civil, but we're not friends." He lowers his gaze on me, but I can't be afraid of this man who poses no physical threat. He could send others after me, but he himself, is not threatening.
 "Watch yourself, Agent. You are on icy footing. Schmidt brought in Sin to replace you." Pierce warns. I roll my eyes, moving forward.
 "Even if he's gone insane, Brock Rumlow won't follow anyone unworthy of leading him." I say, "If Sin can replace me, good for her. But she'll have only Brock and Marie. My men are loyal to me."
 "Then why didn't they tell you they were leaving?" Asks Pierce.
 "A nice little thing called trust, Mr. Pierce. I don't need to know where they are at every moment of the day. They are my friends. They've earned the right to call me such." With that, I enter HQ and make my way down to the labs. Schmidt stands by the door, speaking quietly in German to Sin. Being here, I'd picked up the gist of it, it's a simple language, so I have the shape of the conversation down. Sin was telling Schmidt about the flight. When they notice me, Schmidt switches to English to address me.
 "Sergeant Major," He says, "Your Brock Rumlow is waiting for you behind that door. You may signal for his release like this." He raises his fist and flicks his fingers, and I nod. He nods to one of the scientists who operates the locking mechanism, and I step through the door, only to have it click shut behind me. Brock is sitting at the table, hands cuffed, eyes downcast. I sit across from him, hands folded in front of me.
 "Brock." I say gently. He looks up, his golden eyes calmed, but still holding in some of that savage fire. "What the hell happened?"
 "I... don't remember." Brock says, blinking once, then furrowing his brow. "I just remember... a lot of pain... and waking up. And now I'm..." He shakes his head, "What happened? Where were you?"
 "You don't remember?" I ask. He shakes his head. "You volunteered to take a Super Soldier Serum that HYDRA developed." I tell him, "And when you got it, you came out of the pod... taller... stronger. Do you remember? I caught you because you nearly fell out of the pod onto the floor." Brock shakes his head.
 "I really don't remember. Maybe it was the pain."
 "You're not usually like that." I tell him, placing my hand over his, "You're strong. You were strong even before the serum."

Schmidt

 Sin stands beside me, listening to the exchange between the two lovers. Diana had no idea what had been done since she left. It had been good fortune that she was hell bent on killing Steve Rogers, if only to please the man sitting before her now. When she left, we knew that the Brock Rumlow our experiment gave us was no good for combat, so we employed some technology left over from the Winter Soldier, and erased his memory of the change from Brock Rumlow to Crossbones. And it had erased the memory of his nearly killing the woman he loved. Diana would chalk it up to the pain blinding him and making him unable to discern who he'd nearly killed, and she would be fine. News reached my ears, as Sin listened, and gave her report to me, that Diana completed her mission without Agent Rumlow, and killed Steve Rogers with a point-blank shot to his stomach. SHIELD recovered the body, but Sin tells me that the shot was so bloody, it would be likely that Diana used some sort of high-damage ammunition, and he would be dead from either trauma or blood loss within the hour.

 "I can see why you have her in charge of the Crew. She is capable." Sin comments, folding her arms.
 "And you will take her place." I reply, placing my hands behind my back. "Diana is a dangerous asset, even moreso than her Brock Rumlow. I will be terminating her employment. Rather, Mr. Bones will be. She played her part in killing Steve Rogers, so that we can move forward. The Captain would never let us make more Super Soldiers. And the man is capable. He had to be removed from the equation for us to be able to grow." I chuckle slightly. I never thought Diana would carry out the mission to kill the Captain. Alexander Pierce walks over, watching the woman and Agent Rumlow through the window of the door.
 "Has she figured it out yet?" Pierce asks.
 "No not yet. But she is asking the right questions. I believe she suspects."
 "She will tear us down if she finds out."
 "When we wiped Agent Rumlow, we put a regulator in his brain. She will not be a problem much longer." I reply, "We will let him gain back her trust, make her lower her guard, and then, we will allow Mr. Bones to carry out his mission."
 "SHIELD reports are in. Captain America is dead." Pierce tells me. I look to Sin.
 "Go to the SHIELD hospital and confirm this." I order, "There is a package waiting for you on the helicopter with everything you will need to do so." She narrows her eyes, but lowers her head and nods.
 "Fine." She says, bowing slightly. She turns away and heads for the landing pad without another word. Diana gives the signal and the locks on Rumlow's wrists unlock and the cuffs open. He rubs his wrists, and Diana walks over to him, helping him stand, and then wrapping her arms around his shoulders in an embrace. His wiped memory served its purpose. Brock would be able to get her trust back.

Diana

 Brock answered all of my questions. He was calmer, under control, and had no memory of hurting me. So I have him uncuffed, and he welcomes my embrace. The scientist clears Rumlow to return to his quarters, and I follow him. Brock was slowly becoming himself again, I'd say 'coming in to his size', but that made him sound like a child growing up. We go back to our old quarters, and once inside, Brock picks me up and pushes me against a wall. His lips press against mine, familiar and warm, and I loose myself to the moment, to the press of his body against me and his lips and the feel of his body under my hands. He grabs my hips roughly, then turns to walk us over to the bed.
 "I haven't felt you in so long, baby." Brock says breathily as he undresses us.

 Once we're both undressed, he makes love to me. His heart races faster than I think it should during, and I worry for him. He moves my hands from his chest to rest on the bed on either side of his head, and pushes me until we finish togehter. It isn't until I notice an unfamiliar warmth inside of me that I realize that he'd forgotten to put on a condom. Panic courses through me, and I move away from him, bee-lining for the bathroom. Brock comes in after me, an apologetic look on his face.
 "We forgot..."
 "I know. I'm a damn idiot." Brock says, coming over to me, "I'm so sorry." He hugs me, and I hear his heart still beating far too fast.

Suddenly, he's falling in to me, and I try to catch him. He's gotten too heavy for me, though, and he falls onto the floor. I soften the fall as much as I can.
 "Brock!" I yell, feeling his pulse. "Brock!?" His heart has settled down, from that fast pounding to a flutter, but now I'm even more worried. I call down to the labs to have them help me move him, and quickly dress after cleaning up a little. The EMTs arrive with a doctor in tow, who checks Brock's vitals. I follow them down, picking at my arms.
 "Can you tell us what happened, Sergeant Major?" Asks a voice that I recognize, Doctor List, tailed by another man who is wearing a green pinstriped suit, and has a long beard and hair, both auburn colored. He wears circular glasses and smells like he smokes. I smile at List, who has always been kind to me.
 "We were... catching up on lost time, and I noticed that his heart rate was a little fast. He moved my hands and in effect told me he was alright... and then after, we were heading to the bathroom to clean up, when he blacked out and fell on the floor. I cushioned his fall as best I could, but I wasn't strong enough to keep him from falling." I shake my head slightly, still picking at my arms.
 "We'll have him fixed up, Diana." List assures me, "By the way, this is Doctor Faustus." I shake hands with the bearded doctor, and turn away to go up to the living floors.
 "Keep me updated on his condition. I should go speak with Schmidt and see what his plans are for moving forward."
 "Of course. Doctor Faustus, would you assist me?"

 I head up to the main floor as I told List and seek out Schmidt. Schmidt has his hands folded and he is speaking quietly with Pierce. They both turn to look at me.
 "You've done good work, Sergeant Major. I applaud you." Says Schmidt, "Give your report."
 "I felt like I had the Captain's trust." I inform him, "I'd slept with him a few times even. And so I took him to the park where I could get him away from people, get him by himself, and have less of a chance of SHIELD finding us. In plain sight." Pierce nods for me to continue. "I got him away from the main throngs of people, pulled him down and placed my gun-," I step over to Schmidt, holding out two fingers like I had my gun in hand, and show him where I would have shot Steve had I actually wanted to kill him. I angle my fingers slightly upwards, as I had shot slightly up, but only to ensure that I hit both blood packs and did the least amount of damage to Steve. "I used regular ammunition, 5.7 by 28mm, as per usual for my handgun." I inform them. "It was a through and through, very clean, hard to trace despite the uncommon caliber. That bullet probably went through the Captain and buried itself in the dirt fifty yards away." Schmidt and Pierce both nod, and dismiss me. I head back up to my quarters, and wait for results from Doctor List. I try to forget everything going on right now, and just focus on what I know: Brock Rumlow was under control right now, but I don't trust it. And now, he's having something go wrong with his body, and I can't tell what it is. I'm scared as hell, but, in a small sense, I am relieved. I pray that this kills him so that I won't have to.
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Ugh! Another great addition to this story. The whole shooting Steve scene was dramatic! And meeting "Sin" was...interesting. They're always bringing in people to replace Diana. :P Brock passing out certainly was a shock, though! Can't wait to find out what happens next! :D

Well-done!
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