#thebrooklynproject

He doesn’t hear anything. He doesn’t think anything. . . In that moment every piece of chaos, around him and in his own head, stops.  It happens so suddenly he has to look down to make sure he is the  one holding the gun. Unaware if it’s been hours, days, or just  enough time to blink, everything comes rushing back. Sirens. Car horns. Obnoxious laughter. All the sounds of the city. . .  And the labored last breath of agent who seconds earlier made the mistake of pressing the barrel of a gun against Steve’s temple.

“Thank you my darling, but you didn’t have to get me anything.” 

“ W-where are we? “

       “Covert mission means I’m joining the ‘ball cap and sunglasses’ club that you started, Cap.”

  “Are you coming onto me?”

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i know right? That sums him up pretty well.