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FIC: 'Til the End of the Line, Chapter 2/?, Avengers
Title: ‘Til the End of the Line
Fandom: Marvel Avengers
Author: alexcat
Type: FCH, FCS
Rating: R – NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I profit from their use.
Warnings: None
Beta: Jaiden
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Archive: OEAM, Ao3, Alex’s Story Book
Spoilers: Yes, for both the Avenger universe movies and for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Summary: Steve Rogers can't let Bucky go. He needs to save him and Sam pledges to help. Along the way, he finds unexpected friendship and a little love as well.
~~~
Chapter Two
Steve Rogers dressed in his usual disguise, jeans, t-shirt and a baseball cap, a Brooklyn Dodgers one at that. He was going to walk all over the city, beginning with the Smithsonian exhibit. Maybe he would get lucky and find Bucky somewhere out there. He hadn’t thought much past finding Bucky. He was sure he could reach his friend, though. Very sure.
He walked through the exhibit, seeing himself and the Howling Commandos. Those missions seemed like only a few months ago, not seventy years ago. His mind wandered back as he stood there. He thought about all the things he did to try to join the Army. There hadn’t been a man in America who wanted to fight more than he had. He’d do it all again, too, if that’s what it took. All but one thing.
He’d save Bucky this time. No matter what.
He walked all over the touristy areas of DC with no results at all. He thought he might be followed once or twice but if he was, they were faster than he was. As long as they stayed in the shadows, he’d ignore them.
No sign of Bucky. No sign of the Winter Soldier.
It was late afternoon when he finally headed back to Sam’s apartment.
“You need a cell phone, man,” Sam said as he greeted him at the door. “Tony Stark has been calling you. He left a number.”
Steve made a face. He knew he needed a cell phone, but it seemed to be a huge invasion of privacy to him. He’d watched people sitting in restaurants, reading texts or talking on their phones instead of talking to their companions. He’d seen people almost walk into traffic while texting. He’d seen a guy using a urinal with one hand while he held his phone in the other.
“Call him. It sounded important.”
He dialed the number.
“What the fuck, Cap? I don’t have time to wait for you to call.”
Steve sighed. Stark was the embodiment of the modern world and twice as brash.
“What is it, Stark?”
“Coulson is sending me and Fitz-Simmons there with your serum detector. I think my job is to corral them and you. I’m getting ready to head that way on one of the few planes that Coulson still has. We’ll meet you at this address.” He gave Steve an address somewhere in an outlying warehouse district that hadn’t yet been repurposed for upscale apartments and condos.
“When will you be there?” Steve asked.
“With this plane? Couple of hours, tops.”
“Coulson’s Bus?”
“Well, it’s a bus, not sure if it’s his or another one.”
“Sam and I will find the warehouse.”
“Watch yourselves,” Tony warned before he rang off.
Steve could have run to the address with little fatigue but Sam needed transportation so they hauled out his beat up car and headed that way.
“Keep an eye out for someone tailing us. I thought I might be followed when I was out looking for Bucky earlier,” Steve said as they drove into a less populated area.
“No cars. If they’re following, they’re on foot.”
“The Winter Soldier can travel as fast as I can and is pretty good at stealth.”
“But he’s who we’re looking for,” Sam said, glancing over at Steve while he drove.
“He might not know that.”
The warehouse was further out of the city than Steve had thought it would be. It looked deserted and derelict, a giant, rusty Quonset type building with several broken windows. Steve wasn’t thrilled with this as a choice of meeting place.
They drove around the building and behind it sat a huge black airplane, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s remaining Globemasters.
“I guess they beat us here.”
“Well, it did take us a while to find it.”
The cargo bay doors dropped open and Tony Stark came strolling out of the back of the plane.
“Well, there is Captain America and his trusty sidekick,” he said with his usual sarcasm. Steve did notice there wasn’t much bite in his insults though.
“Hello, Stark.”
A pair of what appeared to be youngsters came out of the plane behind Stark, a boy and a girl. Well, they were young, maybe not much younger than he would be if he hadn’t slept 70 years.
The girl walked up to him, blushing furiously as she stuck out her hand. “I’m Jemma Simmons and this is my colleague, Leo Fitz, and I – we’re so pleased to meet you.”
“Steve Rogers,” he said he shook her hand, “and this is Sam Wilson.”
“Ohh, you’re the one with the EXO-7 Falcon Flight Suit,” the young man said, his accent definitely Scottish.
“Yes, but it got damaged,” Sam answered.
“I know. I’m working on it with Mr. Stark. We should have you flying again in no time, Mr. Wilson.”
Jemma was still holding Steve’s hand and smiling at him with a glazed look on her face. He had encountered this before. She was what Sam called a fangirl.
Stark finally rescued him. “Let’s get out of the open and get the equipment moved into the building,” he said as he pointed Jemma back into the plane to supervise the agents who’d come with them.
Fitz told Sam, “We’ll talk more later,” and ran after Jemma.
Tony pointed to the warehouse. “Shall we?”
Steve wished he had his shield out of the car and almost as if he read his mind, Stark said, “Go get your shield. We might have company. One never knows these days.”
Steve returned momentarily with his shield. They all made their way slowly and carefully into the warehouse. It was quiet and dark except for the light let in from the high windows that appeared broken from the outside but were clearly real from the inside. Tony stopped at a console inside the door and flipped a switch. The huge building was immediately bathed with light.
It was no empty warehouse at all. It was a maze of rooms and cubicles, all brightly lit and antiseptic white. This could have been inside any research facility in any university instead of in a rundown building in an abandoned area in a major city. The agents brought many boxes and plastic tubs from the plane as well as some steel containers that were clearly marked as hazardous material. Tables, chairs and work stations appeared from nowhere as well.
Steve and Sam watched it all, in awe of how quickly they made the whole building a state of the art laboratory.
“Now what?” Steve asked Tony.
“Now we find your Winter Soldier, if he does indeed carry any of the Super Soldier Serum.”
“Thank you, Stark,” Steve said quietly,
“Thank Coulson. He’s the one who moved heaven and earth to make this lab appear here. He really does have a thing for you, doesn’t he?”
“He did say he had all my trading cards.” Steve smiled as he said it.
Stark harrumphed and turned to tell someone where to put something.
Within the next hour, Fitz and Jemma had their machines up and running. She called the others over to the sealed space where she and Fitz had been working.
“Okay, we have it running but it works by proximity. You have to get the device within a half a kilometer of the person, so we made it portable.”
She held out a flat disc about the size of a compact disc, though it looked like a huge watch and the screen looked a lot like a radar screen. A red dot pulsed in the middle of the screen.
“That is you, Captain America. We used a sample of your blood to program it to find your particular serum. We can make it scan for other things as well,” Jemma told him.
Steve didn’t even want to know how she got his blood.
“So I take this and if I see another dot, it’s Bucky?”
“Yes, if Bucky is the Winter Soldier and if he does indeed have the same serum in his blood as you do.”
“All right! I’m ready to go,” Steve started toward the door.
“Not so fast, Rogers. Coulson has rules for you and questions for you. I’m also supposed to go with you.”
Reluctantly he followed Stark to an office with a desk and a large screen. Stark pressed a button and the surprised face of Phil Coulson appeared on the screen. Coulson did not look like an accomplished agent in a shadow agency like S.H.I.E.L.D.; instead, he looked like a banker who had no idea why they made him the boss.
“Hello there, Cap,” Coulson greeted him. “Tony has told you I have some conditions for you to be able to use the tech to find Barnes?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Phil. Call me Phil.”
“Yes, si – Phil.”
Coulson smiled. “Better. Now the number one thing is, when you find Barnes, you must bring him in. He may have information we need. I know you care about Barnes but the Winter Soldier is lethal. We must contain him. That really is the only condition. Oh, and don’t tear the city up too badly.”
“Yes, Phil, sir.”
And Coulson was gone.
Steve turned to Tony Stark. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go.”
~~~~
Fandom: Marvel Avengers
Author: alexcat
Type: FCH, FCS
Rating: R – NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I profit from their use.
Warnings: None
Beta: Jaiden
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Natasha Romanov, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark
Archive: OEAM, Ao3, Alex’s Story Book
Spoilers: Yes, for both the Avenger universe movies and for Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Summary: Steve Rogers can't let Bucky go. He needs to save him and Sam pledges to help. Along the way, he finds unexpected friendship and a little love as well.
~~~
Chapter Two
Steve Rogers dressed in his usual disguise, jeans, t-shirt and a baseball cap, a Brooklyn Dodgers one at that. He was going to walk all over the city, beginning with the Smithsonian exhibit. Maybe he would get lucky and find Bucky somewhere out there. He hadn’t thought much past finding Bucky. He was sure he could reach his friend, though. Very sure.
He walked through the exhibit, seeing himself and the Howling Commandos. Those missions seemed like only a few months ago, not seventy years ago. His mind wandered back as he stood there. He thought about all the things he did to try to join the Army. There hadn’t been a man in America who wanted to fight more than he had. He’d do it all again, too, if that’s what it took. All but one thing.
He’d save Bucky this time. No matter what.
He walked all over the touristy areas of DC with no results at all. He thought he might be followed once or twice but if he was, they were faster than he was. As long as they stayed in the shadows, he’d ignore them.
No sign of Bucky. No sign of the Winter Soldier.
It was late afternoon when he finally headed back to Sam’s apartment.
“You need a cell phone, man,” Sam said as he greeted him at the door. “Tony Stark has been calling you. He left a number.”
Steve made a face. He knew he needed a cell phone, but it seemed to be a huge invasion of privacy to him. He’d watched people sitting in restaurants, reading texts or talking on their phones instead of talking to their companions. He’d seen people almost walk into traffic while texting. He’d seen a guy using a urinal with one hand while he held his phone in the other.
“Call him. It sounded important.”
He dialed the number.
“What the fuck, Cap? I don’t have time to wait for you to call.”
Steve sighed. Stark was the embodiment of the modern world and twice as brash.
“What is it, Stark?”
“Coulson is sending me and Fitz-Simmons there with your serum detector. I think my job is to corral them and you. I’m getting ready to head that way on one of the few planes that Coulson still has. We’ll meet you at this address.” He gave Steve an address somewhere in an outlying warehouse district that hadn’t yet been repurposed for upscale apartments and condos.
“When will you be there?” Steve asked.
“With this plane? Couple of hours, tops.”
“Coulson’s Bus?”
“Well, it’s a bus, not sure if it’s his or another one.”
“Sam and I will find the warehouse.”
“Watch yourselves,” Tony warned before he rang off.
Steve could have run to the address with little fatigue but Sam needed transportation so they hauled out his beat up car and headed that way.
“Keep an eye out for someone tailing us. I thought I might be followed when I was out looking for Bucky earlier,” Steve said as they drove into a less populated area.
“No cars. If they’re following, they’re on foot.”
“The Winter Soldier can travel as fast as I can and is pretty good at stealth.”
“But he’s who we’re looking for,” Sam said, glancing over at Steve while he drove.
“He might not know that.”
The warehouse was further out of the city than Steve had thought it would be. It looked deserted and derelict, a giant, rusty Quonset type building with several broken windows. Steve wasn’t thrilled with this as a choice of meeting place.
They drove around the building and behind it sat a huge black airplane, one of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s remaining Globemasters.
“I guess they beat us here.”
“Well, it did take us a while to find it.”
The cargo bay doors dropped open and Tony Stark came strolling out of the back of the plane.
“Well, there is Captain America and his trusty sidekick,” he said with his usual sarcasm. Steve did notice there wasn’t much bite in his insults though.
“Hello, Stark.”
A pair of what appeared to be youngsters came out of the plane behind Stark, a boy and a girl. Well, they were young, maybe not much younger than he would be if he hadn’t slept 70 years.
The girl walked up to him, blushing furiously as she stuck out her hand. “I’m Jemma Simmons and this is my colleague, Leo Fitz, and I – we’re so pleased to meet you.”
“Steve Rogers,” he said he shook her hand, “and this is Sam Wilson.”
“Ohh, you’re the one with the EXO-7 Falcon Flight Suit,” the young man said, his accent definitely Scottish.
“Yes, but it got damaged,” Sam answered.
“I know. I’m working on it with Mr. Stark. We should have you flying again in no time, Mr. Wilson.”
Jemma was still holding Steve’s hand and smiling at him with a glazed look on her face. He had encountered this before. She was what Sam called a fangirl.
Stark finally rescued him. “Let’s get out of the open and get the equipment moved into the building,” he said as he pointed Jemma back into the plane to supervise the agents who’d come with them.
Fitz told Sam, “We’ll talk more later,” and ran after Jemma.
Tony pointed to the warehouse. “Shall we?”
Steve wished he had his shield out of the car and almost as if he read his mind, Stark said, “Go get your shield. We might have company. One never knows these days.”
Steve returned momentarily with his shield. They all made their way slowly and carefully into the warehouse. It was quiet and dark except for the light let in from the high windows that appeared broken from the outside but were clearly real from the inside. Tony stopped at a console inside the door and flipped a switch. The huge building was immediately bathed with light.
It was no empty warehouse at all. It was a maze of rooms and cubicles, all brightly lit and antiseptic white. This could have been inside any research facility in any university instead of in a rundown building in an abandoned area in a major city. The agents brought many boxes and plastic tubs from the plane as well as some steel containers that were clearly marked as hazardous material. Tables, chairs and work stations appeared from nowhere as well.
Steve and Sam watched it all, in awe of how quickly they made the whole building a state of the art laboratory.
“Now what?” Steve asked Tony.
“Now we find your Winter Soldier, if he does indeed carry any of the Super Soldier Serum.”
“Thank you, Stark,” Steve said quietly,
“Thank Coulson. He’s the one who moved heaven and earth to make this lab appear here. He really does have a thing for you, doesn’t he?”
“He did say he had all my trading cards.” Steve smiled as he said it.
Stark harrumphed and turned to tell someone where to put something.
Within the next hour, Fitz and Jemma had their machines up and running. She called the others over to the sealed space where she and Fitz had been working.
“Okay, we have it running but it works by proximity. You have to get the device within a half a kilometer of the person, so we made it portable.”
She held out a flat disc about the size of a compact disc, though it looked like a huge watch and the screen looked a lot like a radar screen. A red dot pulsed in the middle of the screen.
“That is you, Captain America. We used a sample of your blood to program it to find your particular serum. We can make it scan for other things as well,” Jemma told him.
Steve didn’t even want to know how she got his blood.
“So I take this and if I see another dot, it’s Bucky?”
“Yes, if Bucky is the Winter Soldier and if he does indeed have the same serum in his blood as you do.”
“All right! I’m ready to go,” Steve started toward the door.
“Not so fast, Rogers. Coulson has rules for you and questions for you. I’m also supposed to go with you.”
Reluctantly he followed Stark to an office with a desk and a large screen. Stark pressed a button and the surprised face of Phil Coulson appeared on the screen. Coulson did not look like an accomplished agent in a shadow agency like S.H.I.E.L.D.; instead, he looked like a banker who had no idea why they made him the boss.
“Hello there, Cap,” Coulson greeted him. “Tony has told you I have some conditions for you to be able to use the tech to find Barnes?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Phil. Call me Phil.”
“Yes, si – Phil.”
Coulson smiled. “Better. Now the number one thing is, when you find Barnes, you must bring him in. He may have information we need. I know you care about Barnes but the Winter Soldier is lethal. We must contain him. That really is the only condition. Oh, and don’t tear the city up too badly.”
“Yes, Phil, sir.”
And Coulson was gone.
Steve turned to Tony Stark. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go.”
~~~~