Sharon Carter (
daughterofliberty) wrote2021-09-09 10:31 pm
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[616] ground zero for trouble
"Remember, Nick," she calls, buckling the utility belt of her suit. "I've got years of vacation time saved up. You owe me. After this, I'm taking five whole days in Virginia with Steve, and no one is going to bother us. Right?"
Fury scoffs, and she turns a gimlet eye on him. "Right?"
"Right," he says, holding up his hands in surrender. "Hell, Carter, it's not like the rest of the Avengers and SHIELD aren't around to pick up the slack. Go! You crazy kids have fun. Send a postcard. Let your hair down a little. You've been tense as a wire ever since – "
"I wonder why," she snaps, and he shakes his head.
"Just saying," he says, as Tony Stark sniggers behind him. Sharon waves them both off, an unruly smile tugging at her mouth.
"I'll check in once I've made contact," she says. "Steve should be waiting for me at the rendezvous."
"Good luck, Agent Carter," Tony says, and she tosses him a crisp half-salute, then heads through the hatch towards the hangar that holds her vehicle: not the Quinjet, not for a mission this small, but the cherry-red convertible that hovers as she enters and taps out the activation code. "Come on, baby," she tells it. "Let's go for a ride."
But when she reaches the rendezvous at Avengers Tower and strides through the door, Steve's nowhere to be seen.
And, honestly? Neither is the Avengers Tower.
Fury scoffs, and she turns a gimlet eye on him. "Right?"
"Right," he says, holding up his hands in surrender. "Hell, Carter, it's not like the rest of the Avengers and SHIELD aren't around to pick up the slack. Go! You crazy kids have fun. Send a postcard. Let your hair down a little. You've been tense as a wire ever since – "
"I wonder why," she snaps, and he shakes his head.
"Just saying," he says, as Tony Stark sniggers behind him. Sharon waves them both off, an unruly smile tugging at her mouth.
"I'll check in once I've made contact," she says. "Steve should be waiting for me at the rendezvous."
"Good luck, Agent Carter," Tony says, and she tosses him a crisp half-salute, then heads through the hatch towards the hangar that holds her vehicle: not the Quinjet, not for a mission this small, but the cherry-red convertible that hovers as she enters and taps out the activation code. "Come on, baby," she tells it. "Let's go for a ride."
But when she reaches the rendezvous at Avengers Tower and strides through the door, Steve's nowhere to be seen.
And, honestly? Neither is the Avengers Tower.
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She makes a gagging sound and glances away from Yasha, meeting the gaze of the other Black man, who is dressed head to toe in garish colors and seems to be fighting a smile. She drags a look up and down him and nods, approving. "I like your outfit."
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"Sam Wilson, Yelena Belova. Yelena, that's Sam - don't ask him about the robot bird - and the two women are Nadia and Okoye, and you've already sort of met Steve. Everyone, this is Yelena."
Natasha rolls her eyes. "James, you're still so bad at this." Bucky shrugs. "So? It's better than nothing."
"Don't listen to him," Sam tells Yelena, meanwhile. "You're gonna love Redwing. Everyone does."
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Another command from Wilson and Redwing comes to hover at eye level, giving her the impression that the drone is taking her measure, and she turns to Natasha, mind made up instantly. "I want one!"
"You can't have one," Natasha tells her, but there's something warm in her eyes that Yelena thinks she understands: to want something, to like something, to decide for herself who she trusts and doesn't, is a gift neither of them will ever take for granted.
Wilson looks superior and nods like he knew this would happen. "Like I said," he says, aiming it at Yasha, "everyone loves Redwing."
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"It is nice to meet you, Yelena," he says, as clear and honest as he's ever been. "Thanks for coming. I really appreciate your help. Sharon's a good friend, and she needs us."
Slim chance or not, the choice to talk about Sharon as if she couldn't be anything but alive isn't really a conscious one, and he sees the way it hits his best friend, the quick, grateful look he gives Steve.
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"This is Nakia," Natasha says, leading her over to one of the Black women, dressed similarly to Wilson. "You'll be acting as her bodyguard. James will be undercover as the Winter Soldier, guarding Sam's character."
Nakia holds out her hand and Yelena shakes it, firmly. "Fine," she says, and looks at Yasha. "Будет ли беда?"
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The disdain flickers in his eyes, although his expression remains coolly assessing. "They'll try to poke. We just have to keep our protectees safe without poking back hard enough that all hell breaks loose."
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She pats the bag she has slung at her hip and looks at Natasha. "Can I change in the plane?"
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Bucky trades a look with her and glances over at where Ross and T'Challa are still talking before he turns to Nakia and Okoye. "Full kit okay?"
Nakia nods, and after a second, so does Okoye, before adding, "But she can't keep it."
"Got it," Bucky tells them, and turns to Yelena. "Come on. Let's get you outfitted. They've got stuff in Wakanda the likes of which you won't believe."
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Once inside, she pauses to look at Natasha and Yasha, standing there side by side, and she abruptly pushes forward to put one arm around each of their necks.
"я скучаю по тебе," she mutters, then tears herself away, sniffing loudly and giving them both a bland look. "Good. Let's get ready to kick some ass."
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Both of them. He leaves it unsaid, and knows that Natasha will recognize the truth threaded through the words. As Yelena pulls back, Bucky finds a smile, and it's real and warm.
"Okay. I've got a few things for you that I think you'll like."
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They've got a while to wait before nightfall. They'll need every minute.