Soja boy up in this museum, watch me drink coffee, watch me blush
The hospital was silent as the shadow slowly walked down the hallway. It nonchalantly stepped into the assigned room and looked at the man sitting in the bed. His eyes slowly opened and widened as he witnessed the familiar apparition.
“You!”
No words were spoken from the unwelcomed stranger as the room filled with a bright red. Smoke clouded his vision and the man’s screams rang out as the blackened visage strolled out of the room, past the nurses that were trying to come to his aid. As the nurses called for help, one noticed a black form exiting the hospital casually, whistling a tune.
------Get in the TARDIS bitches we going to the future. (2 days)
“We have news today that Former Senator Stern has died after a fire broke out in his hospital room. No one knows how the fire started or who may have caused it, but the Fire Chief has not ruled out arson. One nurse reported seeing a cloaked figure exiting the building at the time the fire had started. Surveillance could not get a good look at the assailant and a man hunt is being conducted as we speak. Officers think-“
Steve turned off the TV and sighed.
“I guess the hot head had a job to finish.” Sam put a supportive hand on his friend's shoulder, but Steve quickly brushed it off.
“There was something off about her the last time I saw her.”
Sharon scoffed, “Yeah, she works with the KGB and has control of fire-which she likes to use-, of course there was something off about her.” Steve gave her a sad look as he headed for the door. “Steve, where are you going?”
“I need to clear my head.”
"Steven.” Bucky gave him a warning look, but he was already out of the door.
He walked down the steps, thinking about what her text could have said. He muddled to his bike to find a note attached to one of the handle bars.
‘Hey handsome, come here often? Figured you might want to talk, Nat said you were the worrying type, wouldn’t want you freaking out over little ol’ me, would we. If you wouldn’t mind leaving Guenevere, Lancelot, and Galahad at Camelot, I just want to chat with you, Arthur. Don’t bring excalibur either, not in the mood for a fight.
-Mordred’
Steve looked at the note in confusion, his cheeks still dusted pink from her teasing. He flipped it over and found more scribbling.
‘Really enjoyed our first date, care to try it again?’
He smiled a little and hopped on the motorcycle, revving off toward the museum. He quickly parked and jumped off, eager to see her again. He strolled into the museum, hoodie covering his face. He saw a girl with (h/c) holding two coffee’s as she sat on a bench admiring a dinosaur exhibit from across the room. He silently sat down next to her as she passed him a coffee.
"I always liked the T-Rex.” She examined it’s bone structure from across the hall and Steve chuckled slightly.
“Any particular reason?”
"Body proportions aren’t right, but it could still rip off your head.”
Steve nodded slowly, taking a sip of his coffee. “(y/n)...”
“It’s my job. Either he dies or…”
“You?”
“No. I’m too valuable.”
“Then who?” He looked at her as she slowly turned her head. She looked at him for a couple of seconds.
“My partner.”
“You have a partner?”
“Duh. Hot head can’t work alone. Got to have an old man watch my back.”
Steve nodded in understanding. “He must be really important to you.”
She stared at his eyes for a moment. “Not just to me.” She was silent after that, her eyes fixed on her cup.
Steve also glanced at his cup and laughed when he saw a certain sticker. He peeled it off and stuck it on her hand. She looked down at said sticker and burst out laughing.
'Caution: HOT’
“Really, Rogers?” He laughed while she took it off. She gave him a sly look. “So, you do think I’m hot.”
He choked on his drink. “No, as in the whole-flame-fire-you can-”
She laughed. “Yeah, Rogers, I got that. It’s just a joke Pendragon, take it easy.”
He watched as she turned her head back to the T-Rex smiling and played with her cup. He remembered the note and smiled, pulling it out. “Arthur?”
She leaned back against the wall. “You really need to watch that show.”
He laughed. “Only if you watch it with me.”
A smile spread across her lips and she looked at his eyes that were focused on her. “It’s a date.”
His cheeks became that familiar hue of pink. “That’s not what I-” She cut him off by placing her lips softly against his. She could feel his face heat up, but he didn’t pull away. He placed a hand on her cheek and smiled a bit into the kiss. After they pulled away he gave her a stunned looked.
He stared in her eyes and quietly whispered, “KGB men again?”
She gave a cocky smile, their foreheads touching. “No.” His smile grew as he stared at her eyes. After a moment they seem to gloss over and a guilty look formed on her face.
“(y/n), is something wrong?”
“What? No, I just…” A text sounded from her phone and a sigh escaped her lips. She pulled it out and the guilt continued to form. Quickly getting up and heading for the exit, she disregarded Steve.
He made a move to follow, but his phone rang. He quickly tried to answer it while jogging toward the exit. “Romanov, what is it? I’m kind of trailing your sister.”
"(y/n)? Steve, listen to me. The KGB has been completely disbanded, taken over by someone else. She’s been lying to us. I don’t know why, but whatever it is, she’s still a part of it. You can’t trust her, I don’t think Stern and Sitwell were her real targets. Just distractions, little deeds that needed to be handled. She sent me here so I wouldn't be in DC, you need to stay away from her. Get out of there if you can.”
He opened the door to the exit and stepped out. “What? Who took them over?” A metal pole hit him square in the face, knocking the phone out of his hand and sending him to the ground unconscious. (y/n) stood over him a moment before dropping the pole, her breath hitching.
“Hail Hydra.”