Urgent Care part 2/(??)
A/N: Alright, since several people asked for a second part and I was hit with a bit of inspiration, we’ve got a second part of urgent care! I tried to continue with the civil war spin-off, so I hope you guys like it!!
Word Count: 2852
“How could I have let you rope me into staying?” I whine.
“Because you love me and I don’t want you to leave.” Natasha answers simply.
“Why are you scowling like that, (Y/N)?” I look up, shielding my eyes against the sun with my hand to find Peggy standing a short ways off.
“Don’t distract her, that’s her thinking face.” Natasha says, smirk firmly in place.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grumble, folding my arms across my chest, leaning back against the tree behind me and pouting at the grass.
“Was there something you needed Ms. Carter?” Natasha asks, crossing her ankles.
“Steve is waiting for you in the hangar, (Y/N).” Peggy says, looking directly at me instead of Natasha.
“Oh shit, is it really that time already?”
“Have you not been paying attention to the time?”
“Well, based on the fact that I’m trying to ignore the fact that I’m still stuck in this compound, no. No I have not.” I haul myself to my feet and brush any bits of grass from my bum before turning towards the facility entrance. “Anything I should know before I head down there?”
“Anthony will not be joining you, if that’s what you’re fishing for.”
I heave a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”
Peggy snorts in derision and shakes her head. “Why the two of you can’t get along, I’ll never know.”
“It’s because they’re so incredibly alike that they can’t come to any sort of compromise.” Natasha offers. “So, instead of trying to be friendly, they just butt heads at every single opportunity.”
“That might just be it, Ms. Romanoff.” Ms. Carter agrees, addressing Natasha formally. They’ve known each other for going on three weeks and they still insist upon referring to each other by their surnames. “You should go to the hangar. Steve doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”
I nod once. “Alright, thank you for letting me know.”
Natasha and Peggy wave to me as I head down to the hangar.
It takes me about ten minutes to finally reach the hangar and locate the quinjet Steve decided to use. He’s standing just inches away from the ramp, tapping almost angrily at the screen of the tablet in his hand.