September 2nd, 2014
9:30 A.M

A bang from Steve's room woke Jeanette up with a start. She sat up quickly, and grabbed her gun out from underneath her pillow. Throwing the sheets off of her, and walked into Steve's bedroom. She looked around, and then as she turned to keep looking, Steve came around the corner. He had just come out of the shower, and took a step back when he saw Jeanette pointing a gun at him.

"Ah!" Jeanette said, covering her eyes and dropping her gun. She turned around and walked out, trying not to laugh.

"Uh Jeanette?" Steve said, looking out into the living room. She was sitting over on the couch, and still had her eyes covered.

"Yeaaah?" Jeanette said, and Steve laughed, picking up her gun.

"Why'd you point a gun at me?"

"I thought you were an assassin?"

"You thought I was an assassin?"

"Yeeaah." Jeanette replied, turning her head towards him. She slowly removed her hands and smiled awkwardly.

"Hey Steve?"

"Yeah?" He asked, and she made a face.

"Could you maybe like...put some pants on?" Jeanette asked, and Steve nodded, walking back into his room. He put on some sweatpants, and walked into the kitchen. Jeanette swallowed, and then turned around so she could face him.

"Do you enjoy walking around without a shirt, or are you like attempting to seduce me?" Jeanette asked, and he laughed.

"Why is it working?" Steve asked, as Jeanette blushed slightly.

"You're a little shit." She retorted.

"Are you always this rude in the morning?"

"Depends on what kinda night I had." She said, and winked. Steve's eyes widened slightly and Jeanette cracked up.

"You're crazy" Steve said, grinning.

"You just noticed?" She replied, and got up, walking into the kitchen. Jeanette sat on the counter, and Steve made a face.

"You're in the way." He said flatly and Jeanette smirked.

"That's great." Jeanette said and Steve looked down for a minute, thinking. He then turned back to her, wrapped his arm around her, and put her on the other counter.

"Hey!"

“You were in the way” Steve replied, and smiled at her. Jeanette huffed and got up, moving back. Steve rolled his eyes, and went to move her again. This time, she stretched her leg out, and put her foot on his chest, blocking him.

“Fine, be in the way. If I get flour on you, its not my problem.” He said, and Jeanette looked at him curiously.

“Flour? What are you making?” She asked. He got some butter and milk out of the fridge, and put it next to her.

“Pancakes.”

“So american of you. I love it.” Jeanette replied sarcastically. Steve shook his head, and turned the stove on. Jeanette got off the counter, and walked around the apartment a bit.

“So Steve Rogers. Do you like have a job or anything? I just realized I know nothing about you, and I’m like living with you.” She said, picking up a book off of the table.

“Living? You planning on this being long term?” Steve asked, and she laughed.

“You didn’t answer my question. Do you have a job or anything?” Jeanette repeated.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Guess?”

“Yep” Steve said, and poured the pancake batter on the pan. Jeanette half rolled her eyes, and picked his phone up off the table. She unlocked it, and took a selfie, placing it as his lock screen. She then proceeded to scroll through his contacts and send it to everybody, even getting a couple responses.

“Who is Tony Stark?” She asked, looking up from the phone.

“Uh this guy, hey do you have my phone?” Steve said, looking over the counter at her. She smiled at him, and waved the phone in the air.

“He asked if I was your girlfriend. Thats funny.” Jeanette joked, going to the next contact.

“How so? Aren’t you just dying to be in a relationship with me?” Steve dead-panned, and Jeanette bit her bottom lip.

“Honey, we’re past dying. You already killed me.” She taunted, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Okay next one… Whose Clint? Haha he’s funny.” Jeanette said.

“Are you reading my texts?” Steve asked, and Jeanette nodded.

“Yep. Well, I’m also texting him.”

“What’d he say?”

“He’s telling me all of your secrets. I like this guy, where’d you meet him?” Jeanette teased, and Steve walked over with a plate of pancakes.

“What’s he saying?” He asked, turning to look at the phone. Jeanette moved so he couldn’t see it, holding back a laugh.

“Oooh. Steve hasn’t kissed anyone since the 40s. You’re a virgin, no way?!” Jeanette practically yelled, and he took the phone.

“Lord I’m gonna kill Clint one day.” He muttered, and Jeanette laughed.

“Wow, I would’ve never guessed. You’re all…”

“All what?” Steve questioned, and Jeanette pressed her lips together.

“You know.. Muscular and attractive-ish” She stuttered and Steve’s jaw dropped slightly.

“Attractive-ish?” He repeated, and Jeanette nodded. He went back into the kitchen, and grabbed some plates.

“You know, this is the part you tell me I’m not half bad myself and like we make out.” Jeanette said, laughing.

“I’m afraid to say anything now. You’ll either try to hit me, or push me up against a wall” Steve replied and Jeanette gave him a look.

“Yeah you’re right, don’t say anything.” Jeanette said, and Steve laughed. They sat down at the table, and then Steve’ phone rang. He sighed and picked it up.

“Hello?” Steve said, and his face turned serious.

“I’m good sir thank you for asking.” He continued, and Jeanette zoned out, not really caring. After a minute, Steve hung up, and sighed.

“What is it?” She asked, and he looked up at her.

“Oh, I just, for work. I’ve got a mission.” Steve replied, and Jeanette nodded slowly.

“Who do you work for?”

“S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Ohh. What’s the mission?”

“Just a recon mission. Natasha and I” Steve said, and Jeanette tensed. He noticed, and knitted his eyebrows. She looked away, taking a deep breath.

“Are you… Jealous?” He teased, and she laughed.

“No, why would you think that?” Jeanette scoffed, and he smirked.

“Maybe because you kinda looked like something impaled you when I mentioned Nat.” Steve replied, and Jeanette stabbed her pancake with her fork.

“I did not! I don’t know who this Natasha is, and I don’t care.” She said, and finished her pancakes. Steve laughed quietly, and she picked up her plate and put it in the kitchen.

“How long will you be gone for?” Jeanette asked, and he exhaled.

“Just today. I should be back around 10 tonight.” Steve answered. Jeanette grabbed her duffel bag off of the chair it was sitting in, and went to change. She pulled out a white oxford shirt and some denim shorts. She brushed her dark red hair as best she could, and put on some eyeliner. Jeanette grabbed her bag, and walked out, sitting at the table. She pulled out a linen case, and opened it.

“What’s that?” Steve asked, and Jeanette grinned.

“My knife collection.”

“Wow, okay. You have a knife collection, why am I not surprised?” He asked, sitting down next to her.

“I’m an assassin of course I have a knife collection. There more fun than guns, I think.” She said, and pulled one of them out, twirling it in her hand. Jeanette started humming, and Steve smiled slightly.

“What song is that?” He asked, and Jeanette looked up at him.

“Born to Die. I listen to a lot of Lana Del Rey, its kinda of a problem.” Jeanette put the knife back, and put the case back in the bag.

“When are you leaving for your recon mission?”

“Soon, I have to go get ready to leave.” Steve replied, getting up. He went and changed. Ten minutes later, he came out and smiled.

“I guess I’ll see you later?” He asked, and Jeanette nodded.

“Don’t get shot.” She joked, and he laughed, turning to the door. Jeanette grabbed his arm, and pulled him back. He turned around, confused, and Jeanette pulled him down, pressing her lips against his. It was a confused, and hurried kiss. When it ended, both of their eyes were wide.

“Yeah, okay that was fun.” Jeanette said, pushing her hair out of her face. Steve blinked, and then smiled, a bit flustered. He left, and Jeanette laughed quietly. Jeanette went to go turn the TV on, when the door was kicked down.

“Oh shit.” She muttered. Before she grab her knife, a cloth covered her mouth, and she blacked out.

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September 2nd, 2014
6:29 P.M.

Steve walked the ballroom with Natasha, thinking about earlier. Jeanette had kissed him. They sat down at one of the tables, and the Steve’s phone buzzed. He unlocked it, and almost didn’t believe what he saw. A blocked number had texted him a picture of Jeanette. She was unconscious, and looked as if she had been beaten. Underneath the picture was an address. Steve got up, and Natasha glared at him.

“What are you doing?” She asked, her voice hushed.

“Nat, I’m really sorry, but you have to finish this, I’ve got to go.” He said, and then practically ran out. The address was almost across the street, and Steve made it there in a couple minutes. He walked inside the old warehouse, and headed down to the basement. It was old and musty, and Steve could barely see anything.

“Steve?” A weak voice asked. He looked around hurriedly, and found Jeanette. She was tied up under the stairs. He walked over to her, and paused. She was covered in blood and bruises, and her wrists were raw from trying to get out of the rope. He undid the knot, and picked her up. She was barely conscious, and her breathing was shallow. Whoever had put her there was gone, leaving no trace that they had been there. When Steve walked out of the warehouse, he saw Natasha across the street. When she notices Jeanette, Natasha just nodded, and left. Steve carried her back to his apartment, which was thankfully very close, though he still received a couple of looks. When he got inside, he put her in his bed, and sighed.

“I could have gotten out by myself you know?” Jeanette mumbled, her voice barely audible. Steve looked over at her, and shook his head.

“You looked like you just came back from hell.” He said, and Jeanette rolled her eyes.

“So what you’re the angel who gripped me tight and raised me from perdition?” She said sarcastically, and Steve gave her a funny look.

“I don’t understand that reference?” Steve said, and Jeanette laughed.

“Nevermind then.” Jeanette replied, and then clenched her jaw in pain. Steve put his hand on her face, and she smiled

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September 3rd, 2014
7:30 A.M.

“Holy hell, I look like shit.” Jeanette yelled, looking in the mirror. Her dismay woke up Steve, who rolled his eyes. She walked out of his bedroom, still covered in dried blood, and covered in more black and yellow bruises than yesterday.

“Yeah, you don’t look that hot.” Steve replied, and his response was met with a pillow to his head. Jeanette sat down next to him, looking down at her hands.

“Thanks, for getting me out of there last night.” She said, and he looked over at her. Jeanette wasn’t the thanking type, and also didn’t like admitting when she needed help.

“What happened?” He asked, and she sighed.

“They broke the door down, and one of them drugged me. All I remember is a warehouse, and some intense pain. I was unconscious the whole time really.”

“I’m sorry Jeanette.”

“Its fine.” She said, leaning back on the couch. Steve got up and got a damp cloth. He sat down next to her, and started wiping some of the blood off her face. Surprisingly, she didn’t object, only flinching at the bruises. When he was done, he gently ran his thumb over the bruises on her cheek, and she looked over at him. He had never really looked at her before, but she was beautiful. Her eyes were an icey color, and she had sharp facial features. Steve leaned in and kissed her gently. Jeanette’s eyes widened slightly, and she ran her hand through his hair, kissing him deeper. They pulled away, but only slightly.

“90 year old dude still got it.” Jeanette teased and Steve rolled his eyes. She grinned stupidly, and Steve huffed, getting up.

“What did I do now?” Jeanette asked, and Steve looked back at her.

“You could be getting married or something, and still ruin the moment with one of your comments.” He said, and Jeanette bit her lip.

“I hate chick flick moments.”

“What?”

“Lord, nevermind!”
Jeanette sighed, then went and sat on the table.

“I want to work where you work.” She said, and Steve gave her a funny look.

“Really? Didn’t think you liked that kind of operation.” Steve replied, and she rolled her eyes.

“I used to work for something similar, but it became corrupted and fell apart. I just started talking to the wrong people after that.” Jeanette explained, and he nodded.

“Well, I guess I could talk to Fury, but no promises.” He said, and then walked into his bedroom. Jeanette sat for a minute, and then grabbed her phone, unlocking it. She had three messages, two from her co-worker who was most likely dead now, one from an unknown number.

“Hello Jeanette. It seems our last team managed to find you. Looks like you’re getting slow. Maybe its that new boyfriend of yours? The super soldier one? Anyways, I’d like for you and I to meet. How about S.H.I.E.L.D? That is where he works right? Lets meet there. 7:30 tomorrow morning?”

Jeanette put down her phone slowly, processing the information. Steve walked in, and looked at her curiously.

“What is it?” He asked, and Jeanette looked over at, her face worried.

“Their gonna hit S.H.I.E.L.D” Jeanette said, getting up.

“How do you know”

“Call it an educated guess?” She retorted, tossing him the phone. He read over the text, and put the phone on the counter.

“We have to tell Fury” He said, and Jeanette rolled her eyes.

“That would be the best idea.” Jeanette replied sarcastically, and Steve went to look for his phone. Jeanette dumped out her bag on the table, and started sorting through it. She divided her guns from her clothes, and put the clothes back in the bag. When Steve came back out, phone in hand, Jeanette had a small arsenal on the table. There were guns, two grenades, her knife collection, and what looked like it could be a small bomb. She started loading all of the guns, and putting them back into the bag.

“Your prepared for anything aren’t you?” He asked, and Jeanette nodded. Steve shook his head, and called Fury.

“This is Fury.”
“Hello director”

“Steve. I’m busy what do you need to talk about?” Fury asked, and Steve swallowed.

“Sir, S.H.I.E.L.D is going to be infiltrated. Around 7:30 tomorrow morning.” He said, and he heard something drop.

“What do you mean? Who told you this?”

“Jeanette. Someone contacted her. We don’t know if its real or not, but if it is, this could turn into a very dangerous situation.” Steve continued, and Fury sighed.

“I’ll get people on it. Thank you Rogers.” He said, and the phone clicked. Steve pinched his nose, and put down the phone.

“They’ll get in anyways” Jeanette said flatly. She zipped up the bag, and put it by the door.

“S.H.I.E.L.D is extremely secure. Not even a fly can get in undetected.” Steve replied, and Jeanette shook her head.

“They can and they will. When they do, they will kill everyone there. I’m the only things that can stop them.”

“Why are you so sure about that? And who are they anyways?” Steve retorted, his voice getting a bit louder. Jeanette clenched her jaw, and turned to face him.

“They are a highly organized group of douchebags with guns and bombs. I honestly have no idea why they’re after me, I never did anything to them. Well, I don’t think I did. But, I know the guy who runs it. His name is Alfonso, we kinda had a thing but he pissed me off so I pushed him off his yacht. He still likes me, even though I like despise him and would rather see his insides decorating a wall.” Jeanette explained, and Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Remind me never to piss you off.” Steve said nonchalantly.

“Did you just reference something?”

“No?”

“I think you did oh my god.” Jeanette replied, smiling. She laughed at his confused expression and went to take a much needed shower. Her nerves were frayed, and all of her muscles had turned into brick walls. Jeanette really wasn’t sure about tomorrow, but to her the choice was simple. She either saved everybody or died trying.

Notes

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