Steve Rogers had always thought he was the one destined to protect people. As a scrawny kid, as a soldier, and after saving the life of a billionaire named Tony Stark.
However, it turned out that he required protection just as much as he wished to...
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Oh, you've got to be shitting me.
Through the reflection, he could see the reflection of a semi-automatic pistol aimed towards his head. He pretended not to have noticed the weapon and continued searching for clues, keeping a sharp eye on the gun every few seconds.
"What do you want, Stark?" he asked, trying to seem as annoyed as he could possibly be. Not that he wasn't, because he was definitely irritated. He just wasn't as annoyed as he portrayed. He noticed how the female figure inched closer to him, merely holding the gun in one hand.
"Listen, mister Stark. I've had it up to here-"
He lifted his hands above his head to gesture the width of his fake anger, distracting the woman behind him. He swiftly turned around and twisted her hand to the right. She cried out in pain and instinctively pulled her finger off the trigger and away from the gun before it would break. However, before she let go, she pulled the trigger, causing a bullet to pierce through the window on Steve's right.
He grimaced as the sound ripped through his eardrums. Luckily, this wasn't the first time that a gun went off in a close range, resulting in a quick recovery. Without hesitation, he took the gun from her and turned the gun in her direction instead. She simply glared at him, holding her probably throbbing pointing finger.
"Who are you and who do you work for?" Steve asked. The mother of the red-head was standing in front of him, no longer seeming scared or kind, but foul and angry. Her jaw was clenched and her posture was tense, probably due to the gun currently pointed at her head.
Steve glanced in the direction of the billionaire, who was sitting on the arm rest of one of the seats. He did look tense, which was fair since there was a gun involved. Steve nodded curtly towards Tony, before focusing on the woman again.
"You were not supposed to be here, Captain. You're standing in between me and my target, and you know what happens to those who are in the wrong place at the wrong time," the woman said through gritted teeth. Steve clenched his jaw and took one step closer to her.
"Next time, don't wait to shoot then. Name and boss," he repeated, less friendly this time. The woman merely smirked, still not saying a word. Steve rolled his eyes and swiftly switched his grip onto the front of the gun, hitting her on the side of her head with the back of the weapon before she could move. Steve held her as she fell on the ground, making sure that she wouldn't hit her head somewhere else as well. The last thing he wanted was causing someone to be brain-dead.
He secured the gun between his dark green button-up and similar colored slacks behind his back, pressing two fingers just below her chin to check her pulse. It was slow, but fortunately she was still alive. Good. Then, he searched her pockets for any identification.
Just as he found a wallet, Tony kneeled down beside him. He had been completely silent since he had warned the soldier, which was both unsettling and delightful. They both watched as Steve pulled out a drivers silence, their eyes trailing down the card before landing on her name.
