Chapter 1
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It began when You were a kid. Being in the ocean literally pained you. It felt like you were suffocating. You'd scream and thrash about till your father removed you from it. Living near an ocean, it broke his heart to see you sob and wail whenever you neared it.
Growing up, you stayed clear of the sea. When your friends would go play or swim by it you'd have horrible visions. Head throbbing you began making out bits and pieces of what appeared to be a man. He was wearing a red and blue suit.
You tried informing people, going to the police. sadly all it did was embarrassed you father.
Buy the time you reached high school having visions had become a regular thing, although it still pained you to go into the sea. You could see the worn look upon your dads face with all the stories and tales you told him him of what you'd seen, slowly you stopped informing him as more people drew away from not only you but him as well.
Deciding to get as far away from home as possible, making a fresh start, you took up a government job in the city. After a few years of working at S.H.I.E.L.D and promotion after promotion, you became a field agent. You were excited to proven yourself and completely move away from the image You had once had. You continued to keep the visions to yourself.
During a mission you were shot and fell out of the helicarrier. After a week
You were cleared. You were only informed that you had hit your head, leading to a weeks stay in the medical wing. You were itching to get back out into the field.
Ine particular morning, you heard a knock on your apartment door.
"4 am! What in the world?" You sat up and pulled your pajama pants on, throwing your hair up in a bun.
You heard the knock becoming impatient.
"I'm coming GOODNESS!" You slid across to the door. Opening it a man walked in quickly facing you.
Rise and shine Agent. I'm director Fury-"
"Oh I-"
"Don't have time for small talk. You have some skills that I require
Of you. "
"Well-Good morning to you too," you muttered, closing the door and staring at him.
"What do you mean?"
Ok. I'm going to make this short- Y/n Yl/n, born Y/B/D. Yada Yada Grew up in W/Y/F. Yada yada, Has a deep fear of the ocean. Attended, blah bla- blah An Oh yes, I almost forgot- is psychic. "
Your eyes widened, " oh uh no. Sorry that's not me." You struggled pulling on your shirt sleeves.
"Agent, there's no time for games. We've found something. That actually matches what you've been envisioning. You know, what you see when you're near the ocean, that pain you feel?"
"I- how do you know that? "
" well those pesky psych evaluations red flagged you. If it wasn't also the fact that you passed out on a mission a month ago when you fell out of A helicarrier into the water, it took us a week to bring you back. Am I safe to assume you passed out because of a vision?"
"So I.. What does that mean exactly? Did I die!? How? What? Why didn't anyone tell me?!"
Agent Y/L/N! I have no problem answering all these questions and more but first I need your full cooperation."
You slowly nodded leaning
Back onto the wall with a thump.
" When you fell into the sea, you went so deep we couldn't get to you. We sent a few divers in to bring up your ..body. When they managed to finally reach you, you had made your own discovery. You had found what we call a America's most wanted lost artifact , the American hero himself, Steve Rogers. "
"Come again?
Not only did I die, I was informed I had been injure, hence my lapse, but- I died?!"
" I feel like we're having a problem communicating. You heard what I said? You found Steve Rogers, you held a part of his uniform in you grasp when you were pulled from the water. Speaking with Dr. Banner, he's come to the conclusion that your a sympathetic psychic- you can feel, what we can only assume is Rogers' pain. Which is interesting in itsself considering he's been dead for longer than we both have been alive."
So, director, how can I be of any help?
Everyone knows Captain America died in the Ocean. What could I possibly do?"
"we need you to find him again and save him."