A/N I PROJECT SO MUCH OF MYSELF INTO AUGUSTINE. PERSONALITY AND THINGS I CAN'T CHANGE. I.E. LEFT HANDEDNESS
Also, dare you to try that phone number ;) xx
Translations at the bottom!
August's POV
Bullet Saver
Hey
OMG U TEXTED ME FIRST
Yes, is that wrong?
Nopee
BUT I THOUGHT YOU FORGOT ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE
STALKHOLM SYNDROME DOGGGY FRIEND
Ahh yes, because I could just forget about something like
that
you love me!?!?!?
What?
Well, if u remember me something's def off cause most ppl
just forget ab my AWESOMENESS
What does that have to do with love?
not forgetting someone = love
Sure
What am I saying? I've remembered people I've tried to forget for so long. But people who remember me... nope. I'm just stopping myself here...
Bullet Saver
ON AN UNRELATED NOTE GUESS WHAT
What?
GUESS
I have no clue
GUESSSSS
You're seeing Abigail today
nope!
WAIT NO
You're right!!
HOW ARE YOU RIGHT!??
I'm good at this stuff?
YESSSS
BUT THAT'S WHY I'VE GOTTA GOOOO
Okay, see ya later, Pillow!
I smile when I read the last text. Hello, I'm Pillow, and you? Bullet Saver has really grown accustomed to that little nickname. As have I to hers.
I'm seeing Abigail today though. If need be I'll ask her to hack into Bullet Saver's phone, though if she's respecting my privacy there's no reason not to respect hers.
Abby has this brain uncharacteristically special. I don't know how she can find out who someone is with her hacking skills. Although no matter her strength in the STEM program, she isn't the brawn, the traumatized tactical fighter. The part-time writer, part time hoarder. She's a mathematical, scientific, hacking-pro type of girl. But I'm in the right brain. Must be why I'm left-handed and she's not.
Anyway, we're meeting in Central Park. We're just supposed to hang out, but I need some help with Hydra right now. SHIELD and the Avengers might be on my ass, but I can't deal with them at the moment. Hydra's been getting closer, and, well... let's just not talk about it. Even if it's been two years, trauma doesn't disappear. Abigail and I have been training me to be able to get them off. Any encounter with them is doomed anyhow. When... someone special joins the fight.
But that doesn't mean we don't try to get to this video game's final boss dead and beat. I mean... Abigail doesn't approve of killing, but when it comes to revenge, she doesn't try to stop me. Well... that doesn't mean I'm as kind to her music taste.
"Oh my god, turn off that BLACKPINK right now!" I tell her, being able to hear it from her phone through my crappy earbuds.
"But it's good!" she retorts, and I shake my head.
"No. It's not. You think it's good, and therefor it's not."
Her eyebrows scrunch. "And who's logic is that?"
"Uh, mine, obviously."
"You don't have to like them, but don't hate on them. They've already got enough of that." And this is what happens when you're around a K-Pop obsessed friend for too long.
"Never was planning on it, girlie." I chuckle, confused. But this is a relatively clean conversation we're having at the moment, and I'm not in the mood to talk about our dead mom's squirting cum out of their butts, so I'll stick with it.
She pats the grass next to her under the tree. She's always fancied a shady area, under a tree who's trunk has had the will and luxury of living. She's an autumn girl, one of those teenagers reading a book with their legs crossed one over another, and outstretched in front of them. I'm sure it's easy to picture. It's not that I'm not a bookworm, but these days social media has consumed my will to leave it and pick up my less than halfway done chapter book. I feel it's relatable, but I'm too scared to bring it up to anyone. That said, who'd I bring it up to?
At the moment Abigail doesn't have a book laid out on her lap, hunched over trying to read the words. Instead it's the newest generation MacBook. See, her mom's death sent her dad into a spiral. Trying to spoil Abby and her two older twin brothers. But because her brothers are in college as of last year, all the spoiling is left to her. She helps me when she can, but too much would be suspicious. I'm fortunate enough to have everything I need to survive.
"What am I looking at?" I ask, completely dumbstruck by the concept of ones and zeros among other coded whatever. I don't know anything about this language, and I speak more languages than fingers on both hands.
"I'm hacking into Hydra, after that we'll see their next targeted attacks towards you. See what we have to do to prepare for."
"Oh, okay." Don't judge- what am I supposed to say?
After more typing, staring, biting and looking at nails. Humming along to that TikTok viral version of Little Girls from a year ago, and furthermore, Abigail does that one last tap thing and says her 'AHAH!'
About damn time.
We read the mission file, and as she's a faster reader, gets to the part that contorts her face to fear. "I thought we had more time."
I look at her, tilting my head. My navy hoodie falls over my eyes even more, making it nearly impossible to see, but that's part of stealth, isn't it?
"They're going after your safe house in Manhattan. They've got some sort of magic guy on their side who can get through the wall spell thingy. You're gonna have to protect it, or do something. Without the Avengers finding out." The Avengers Compound's in Manhattan! And honestly too close to my little safe house. I've considered asking them to move, but I rethought it as it's just a little impolite. But now I'm questioning not asking because how the fuck am I supposed to not get caught by the Avengers while fighting Hydra?
"We have some options as to how to approach this situation. I'll have to talk to the trio."
"In the 'case' of a fight we should practice." Abigail states, shutting her laptop and standing up. "You should practice."
"Yeah sure, I just need to be facing away from any pedestrians." I say, joining her on my feet. "I'm a fugitive, remember?"
"Yeah, but if the Avengers come, you hide and I go ask for autographs, remember?"
I role my eyes, laughing. "Yeah, I remember. But seriously, how are we approaching this?"
"They're going through sewers, so possibly meet them there." she looks at me with the face revealing a snarky comment from your friend is about to be said. "But you hate getting dirty."
"Ew. Keep it PG13. But seriously, this is THE layer, what are we going to do? They're going after me, so what do we do to get them away from that area. He might be there, and this might be the end. I need your help!"
She just shrugs. "We have time."
"For a genius, you're stupid." I get into fighting position. "Let's go at it."
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First off I was told to conjure some punching/kicking pads. Hopefully they weren't taken from someone going to or using them at that moment. Or close after that moment. Second I stretched while we brainstormed ideas on what I would manifest during the inevitable fight. That's something we did agree on.
When we finally started training my punches and kicks my phone buzzed.
"Do not get that out of your pocket, Auggie Miller."
"Fine," I say, going at another kick at the same time grabbing my iPhone 8. Well... iPhone 8 Pro. I throw a sloppy punch with my right hand while using my left to check my messages.
"Miller, eyes on target!" Abby grumbles. "This is actually important!"
"Yeah, well, Bullet Saver created another chat with another unknown number." Who could she possibly want me to meet?
"Bullet Saver? Like THE Bullet Saver? Like THE Bullet Saver, AKA BS? THE Bullet Saver who you won't shut up about?"
"Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm gonna go sit down."
"Oh no you don't! Wait, are those the Avengers?"
Perfect timing. Not ideal for them to be here but I wanna text Bullet Saver. She's kinda become an addiction, so it's always nice to talk to her.
"Yeah, before they see me I'm going to go walk away. Enjoy meeting your idols!" I smirk, walking at a normal pace away, as to not cause suspicion. Because I'm smart, and movies are dumb.
Bullet Saver has added you to a chat with +1 (646) 980-7920 and Bullet Saver by Bullet Saver
Chat with Bullet Saver and +1 (646) 980-7120
Bullet Saver
Hi
+1 (646) 980-7920
What is this!?
WHO IS IN THIS CHAT!?
Bullet Saver
A friend, and we're keeping our identities secret
For fun
+1 (646) 980-7920
Oh okayyyy
Sooooo? Where is this friend??
I thought u didn't have friends 👀
Bullet Saver
Shut up, she's probably busy
She's a teen so probably has a job
+1 (646) 980-7920
UR FRIEND IS A TEENAGER???
Bullet Saver
She's not the first one
+1 (646) 980-7920
oh, I get it!
You're a lonely ass!
Bullet Saver
Careful with your language!
There's a kid on this chat!
+1 (646) 980-7920
сестра, ur getting overprotective, how cute!
and, come on, she knows worse, and said worse
Bullet Saver
I've gotta go, and talk to you in person
stupid android! Get an iPhone!
I've been added to a chat with BULLET SAVER'S SITER!? Holly cow! AND BULLET SAVER'S SISTER IS RUSSIAN? Wait! IS BULLET SAVER RUSSIAN!? This is so cool!
Chat with Bullet Saver and +1 (646) 980-7920
Im here HIIIII
Youre Bullet Saver's sister? THAT IS SO COOL
r u fluent in Russian or just know сестра?
Сестра Bullet Saver
OMG hello! it's a pleasure to meet the person who makes
Bullet Saver always smile at her phone :)
she's smiling at her phone cause a meh?? 🥲
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
Сестра Bullet Saver
hell yea!!!!
and yes, both Bullet Saver and I r fluent in English
I MEAN RUSSIAN
omgggg
I am too!
IN ENGLISH AND RUSSIAN CRAAAZY
I'm not russian tho :c
Сестра Bullet Saver
it depends who u ask if we're russian or not so I'll leave it
up to ur imagination
MEANIE
Сестра Bullet Saver
I am NOT a meanie!
u sure?
Сестра Bullet Saver
my sister is the meanie! It's almost impossible to make
her smile unless it's me. Or a close friend
I'm just a close friend xx XD
Сестра Bullet Saver
u joke all u want but I believe ur correct
plainly speaking, u stole her heart
Awww, ur so kind Сестра Bullet Saver
Сестра Bullet Saver
is that my contact name???
DUHHHH
Сестра Bullet Saver
what am I supposed to call u???
Well, Bullet Saver calls me pillow XD
Сестра Bullet Saver
Why...?
I told her to >o> :p :) :>
Сестра Bullet Saver
and she listened...?
WELL DUHHH.
YOU dont not listen to mwah!
Anywayyy, enough ab me wanna figure out each others
favorites??
Сестра Bullet Saver
why not?
I go first!
what's ur fav color??
Сестра Bullet Saver
easy! Yellow!
seriously???
Сестра Bullet Saver
yesss
u?
blue has ma heart <33
ur turn!
Сестра Bullet Saver
favorite food?
Chocolate or Mac n' Cheese
Сестра Bullet Saver
I LOVE MAC AND CHEESE
chilllllll! how old r u again?
Сестра Bullet Saver
mid 20s
oh ewww ur old
Сестра Bullet Saver
i beg your pardon!
😙
Сестра Bullet Saver
🙄
my turn!
fav animal?
Сестра Bullet Saver
dogs for sure!
sameeeee
We go on and on. We learned we have a lot in common. We love 2010s pop and older rock. Although, American Pie is folk-rock. We both are a fan of mochas! I might have started liking 'Сестра Bullet Saver' more than Bullet Saver herself! But it's just different. No, I don't love her more, because Bullet Saver started this for me. I'm starting to have an internet family! Because of Bullet Saver! But of course, I'm already attached to too many people. But these are just internet human beings from around the city. Although... 202 is a rare area code nowadays...
But 'Сестра Bullet Saver' doesn't have it.
It's just a coincidence, right?
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Nat's POV
I see somebody in a navy blue sweater walk the other way. The figure was close by the girl now running up to us. It's kind of odd, yet again, they were looking at their phone. They were short though, and the sweater looked similar to the one August was wearing the day she manifested a full-length mirror on me.
"Are you guys the Avengers?" the sweet voice of the girl, with medium length, wavy brown hair, coming into view asks. She has cat-eye black glasses, and freckles across her nose and cheeks.
"Yes," Steve answers with a small smile. "And you are?"
"Abigail Palmer!" everything gets muffled after that.
It's just a coincidence, right?
сестра:
pronounced: sestra
meaning: sister
A/N
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