#nameisagent

The house looked cozy but not really lived-in. Maybe the director had moved in recently or maybe she was working too much to be here for more than a few hours of sleep. The Soldier’s eyes moved around until he’d mapped every little detail, every potential object that could be used as a weapon. The real weapons (three guns and all of the kitchen knives) were now safely stored away. His handler had told him not to risk anything;; the director was a highly dangerous threat.

Taking position behind the thick curtains of a window, he looked out. He waited patiently for one hour and thirteen minutes until a black car approached and stopped in the entry. The Soldier’s fingers tightened around his pistol, the left arm was emitting soft noises. The director of SHIELD got out of the car. She was wearing a red dress.

❝    i’m a distrusting woman.      betrayals don’t come from your enemies,  after all.    they come from your friends.    ❞ 

                      prior to the fall from the helicarrier and the breakup of shield, steve had thought only one ghost of his past would be brought back to his side. living, breathing... alive. not lost in time as so many other things were. but since he’d taken that plunge into the water, he couldn’t stop replaying the events in his head until it damn near hurt. fastest way to a migraine yet. he can say he’s a bit relieved that stark tower functioned as the new base of operation — no snakes in the grass. nothing... too unexpected. still...   “   i have to tell you something... about the fight on that carrier.   ”   

@nameisagent // hurt prompts

“  it’s nothing, peggy.  just a little bit tired from working. i promise.  y’don’t need to be worryin’ about me, okay ?  ”

            IT HAD BEEN A SHORT BRIEFING.  the confirmation on some locations he had already delivered.  HYDRA’s bases scattered all over the world but he had managed to locate some of them. Still, the Colonel was a man of a hard-earned trust but he had managed so far ------with fleeting thoughts, flashing memories and a face that fought to never leave his mind.  he had been distracted for a long as the briefing lasted. MIRACULOUS that the unmoveable colonel hadn’t mention it.

                  His steps were forced to halt. when muscular frame hit lightly a much smaller form. He hadn’t notice, his body still to big, still too large for him. taller. when he was used to looking UP, not down. not that Agent Carter was ever a woman to look down.

         In researching the possibilities it was discovered that time travel was possible.  If they could go back to disrupt even one of the infinity stones then the present Steve was living would be something else entirely.  Then again, it could also be worse.  But, it was all they had to go on and they had to try.

         First was the tesseract since Steve was very intimate with that timeframe.  It also seemed like the easiest to ascertain since he’d discovered Howard Stark comes into possession of it sometime after the death of Red Skull.  He’d pulled it from the arctic, presumably while searching for wreckage from the Valkyrie.