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Secret Bit of Right From Wrong	By : ChrisCross Category: Marvel Verse Movies > Avengers, The Views: 9417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Half a world away, the members of their protection detail was planning a way to find and recover the vulnerable pair. Hank’s connections had come back with the rough estimate of where to start looking.
“So, we have to search a hundred square miles of rough terrain on a highly contested bit of the Russo-Latverian border? Peachy.” Hawkeye groused. “Provided, of course, that we get air clearance to land. Which seems a bit unlikely given how Russia feels about Nat, and Doom is a nutcase. Do you have any Gordian knots I can work on, too?”
“It’s not that bad.” The former KGB operative sighed at her partner’s theatrical nature. “The intelligence community in Russia might not care for me, but the only show of force on that side is army, just ordinary soldiers. It won’t be an issue.”
Clint gritted his teeth at the mention of soldiers, still a bit touchy after the rather intense kiss he had been forced to witness. Although they had all confirmed that each of them had a vision while mid-teleport, he had carefully omitted any details. It was bad enough to feel he had to compete with a ghost, but he didn’t want anyone else to see his emotional Achilles heel. As though his thoughts had been heard, the next bit of the plan hinged on their visions.
“The circumstances surrounding the compromised trip indicate that there are likely tachyon particles at the emergence point. They would be traceable, with the right gear.” The dissonance between the intellectual speech and the bestial form of their newest ally was still a bit of a shock. “Between that, and the call I placed to Logan, you shouldn’t have trouble tracking them.”
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As Karen began to wake, she realized she wasn’t just cuddled up next to Steve, as she had been while they fell asleep. Instead, she had managed to roll halfway on top of him, using his slight form as a mattress. Realizing her weight was likely crushing him, she quickly scooted off of him, causing him to wake suddenly. Unlike the last time she’d suddenly woken him, their first meeting, he didn’t attack her. Rather, he seemed to need to stretch, as his knees came up stiffly. “Sorry about squishing you. I imagine it wasn’t as comfy for you as it was for me.”
“No worries. I just hope you weren’t too cold last night.” Cautiously crawling out of their shelter, he was embarrassingly aware of his arousal. *I hope she didn’t feel that. That would be awkward.* Shifting his weight from foot to foot he tried to avoid focusing on that painful possibility.
“So, what’s the plan?” Her question snapped him out of his nervous fidget, giving him something concrete to focus on, something he could actually do.
“We won’t last long if we stay here, not without food and water. I say we pick a direction and walk that way until we find something.” He knew that she wasn’t at her best in this environment, so he prepared to fend off unpleasantness. “If we mark our trail, we shouldn’t wind up going in circles, but we might find civilization. Or at least water.”
“Water does sound heavenly right now. Maybe we should go downhill, to increase our chances.”
“Great plan, but I thought you weren’t a wilderness girl?”
“I’m not, but I am a geek who paid attention in school.” She rolled her eyes and spoke with exaggerated slowness. “Water runs downhill, plants and animals need water, people need plants and animals, ergo if we go downhill, our chances improve of finding water, food, or people.”
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Luck was with them; before the sun grew too hot, they found a clear mountain stream. Clean water had a rejuvenating effect, both on Karen’s mood and on Steve’s exhausted body. Although the hike had been more of a stroll, he was shaky and gasping for air. Not wanting to be dead weight, he had kept quiet, but he was greatly relieved that his companion was determined to sit for a while.
Of course, that was partly why Karen wanted to rest. She knew enough about a man’s ego not to mention it, but she had seen how hard he struggled over the rough ground. Insisting that the rest break was for her saved him from having to admit he needed it too. It also gave them a chance to talk, which she’d wanted to do since the night before.
“So, if I was busy seeing your past, what were you seeing? When we traveled, I mean.”
Grimacing at the memory, he rubbed a hand over his face. He hated the idea of being in a position where he’d have to choose between honoring one sister’s personal tragedy, and honesty with the other. “It was your sister’s past, but I’m not sure I should talk about it without her permission.”
“Lemme guess, the day Mega got shot.” Her face dark with old anger, she looked almost feral. “Ray and Brad never got what they deserved for that. But the fingerprints were compromised and they tried to pin it on Catie.”
“Mega? I thought her name was Margret….”
“It was, technically. I was the one who called her Mega. She was born Margret Constance O’Rourke, and she was my sister’s first love. Both of us loved her, really. I was younger, saw her as a role model, whereas Cate…. You know. I was in the habit of nicknaming the people I cared about then. We’d used street names long enough to protect ourselves, it was born out of wanting to protect loved ones.”
Not knowing what to do about the suddenly emotional dame beside him, Steve floundered a bit. Petting on the shoulder, he’d seen that done in a movie, hadn’t he? But that girl had just cried harder, so that wouldn’t do. “I understand about wanting to protect people. And about how it feels when you can’t. I lost my best friend, after he followed me into battle. It nearly broke me, him, falling off that train. But you respect their memory by honoring their choices. He chose to follow where I led; Mega chose to love you and your sister.”
“You are just too sappy sometimes. I think I’m going to wade the next bit downstream. You coming with?” Kicking off her clogs, she rolled up her pajama bottoms. Standing in the river with her shoes in hand, her face lit by warm sunlight, her hair falling about her face, she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“Sure.”
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Meanwhile, deep in a cave, a master villain was dressing down his operatives for their failure to capture Steve Rogers.
“Fools! I send you to do this one thing; bring me one, weak, vulnerable man, and what happens? You let him slip through your fingers.” A wracking cough broke the tirade, Zemo’s lungs fighting for the air that his own viral creation denied him. Although he still would have wanted to destroy Captain America for his role in Hydra’s defeat, the ravages of Virus X lent a rather more personal element. Zola promised him that the Captain’s blood held the key to reversing his condition.
“Do not blame me, Zemo. It was your Reaper that failed to retrieve him.” The cold voice of Madame Viper cut through the wheezing. “Me and mine, we did our job, getting him in. Had you let me take a sample, instead of the messiness of kidnapping, we would all be done with this unpleasant… association.”
“Yes, and you managed to ‘lose’ the Reaper, didn’t you?” The hissing whisper was filled with menace. “Very convenient, not having to prove any claims you might make. Find him, or I’ll let Arnim do what he wishes with the girl. Your kitsune. She fascinates him.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“Try me, Frau Viper. Just try me.”
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Downstream, the Steve and Karen found a small lake. The water was warmer than one would expect, possibly due to the bright midday sun shining on the water. Unlike the stream bed formed of flat slabs and pockets of gravel they’d had to carefully avoid, the lake bed was soft sand and silt. The idyllic scene left Steve speechless, and Karen eager to take a dip in what appeared to be a perfect swimming hole. Steve soon found yet another thing to be flabbergasted over, as Karen began stripping.
“What are you doing?!?”
“I’m getting ready to go swimming, duh.” Pantsless already, her top unbuttoned and sliding off one shoulder, Steve was sure she could easily have been a pin-up girl. Standing in almost-dishabille, her teasing tone rendered something out of a fantasy. “I need to rinse all this sweat off, but wet clothes are uncomfortable. What’s the big deal?”
“You, you were,” His voice cracking like a teenager’s, Steve fought both the discomfiture of seeing the thick strap of her brassiere, and the growing desire to help her undress. “You were stripping, right in front of me. Like I were a tree or a pet or something. I’m only human, and you undressing like that, I’m not real sure of my control.”
“You’ve got to be joking.” Incredulity tinged with bitterness filled her voice. “I’m not the kind of girl that causes guys to lose control of anything, except maybe temper. I never have been that girl.”
He could tell she was truly convinced of that entirely erroneous statement, so with great effort to strangle the little part of him that wanted to just kiss her, and crush her in his arms the way she did to him, he managed to choke out “Why on Earth would you think that?”
Shrugging her shoulders, she slid her slightly oversized pajama top off, and hopping straight into the mountain lake. If she had to hear another boring, platitude filled speech about beauty-on-the-inside, she was damn well going to be clean while he preached. Swimming to a boulder three yards or so from mouth of the stream, she propped her crossed arms on the natural ledge, and patted the rock. “Well, grab a seat. I’m curious how you’re going to rationalize that teasing.”
Sitting down on the rock a safe distance from her, Steve tried to figure out the best way to explain something he saw as obvious. “I don’t know how you managed to make it through your life not seeing how beautiful you are, but that changes today. I’m not sure how I’ll convince you, I don’t even know where to start, but it’s just plain wrong to let such a gorgeous girl think she isn’t. I don’t even know where you’re getting the idea that you’re not attractive.”
*Ha, this oughta be good. I don’t think I’ve ever heard this one* Her inner schoolgirl, the one with the crush on Steve, was wishing that he really did see her as sexy, but the years of cynicism told her not to get her hopes up. “For starters, I’m never going to look like the models, and I gave up on anything other than a-not-unhealthy-BMI years ago. I can’t even buy jeans in most brands, because my butt is too big.”
With hindsight, Steve could understand why she felt the way she did, what with this crazy, messed up obsession the media had with boney women. Still…“That’s actually something I like.” He realized that if she’d seen his past, he had a persuasive argument. “When you were in my past, you saw women that were out on the street, and they were thin, right? Did any of them look attractive? Or even healthy?” Seeing the light dawn in her eyes, he quickly kept talking, so she couldn’t argue back. It may not have been very fair of him, but he didn’t really care at this point. “I haven’t really talked with any guys about women lately, but every single one of my men in the war said that curves were topping the list of attractive features; right after a functional mind. I adore the fact that we can actually talk, even if I do trip over all my words and make a fool of myself because I think I may love you.” He came to a stop with a jolt, realizing what he’d just said. Eyes wide with barely restrained fear, he looked to see her reaction.
“I might, um…” her voice soft, she hesitantly slid over closer to him. “I think I may feel the same way. About you.” Seeing that he was about to protest, she decided to keep him quiet with a kiss, pulling her torso up out of the water and reaching out an arm to pull him close. Unfortunately, that put her off balance, which resulted in them both falling into the lake.
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A.N. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, stupid cliffy, again. I could say I was giving our characters privacy, but that's a lie, it just happened that writing a steamy scene in here would drastically increase length. I swear that I don't actively plan for this, but chapters that go over 3,000 words are unwieldy as fuck, and most of the 'good' stopping points are cliff-hangers. But I promise, the next chapter will handle all your fanservice needs, and I won't let up on myself until it's done.
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