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Innocent [6]

Summary: Blake Ainsley’s always had a rule that she wouldn’t getting into a relationship with someone outside of SHIELD, the problem came in the form of a tall brunette hunter trying to be normal. Blake and Sam believe each other to be too innocent for the world they both know, one that involved chaos, death, blood and pain. Will they ever know about each others ‘real life’?

Characters: Blake Ainsley/OC x Sam Winchester, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff

Words: 2664

Warnings: Swearing, blood, a little fluff, and a little angst.

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He was reading his textbook with little attention as he kept glancing over to his phone sitting near the glass he had been drinking from. It was late but he couldn’t sleep when he didn’t know how his girlfriend was doing; no call had come since she left yesterday for her friend. Sam was starting to get exasperated with the life he had with Blake, knowing that it wasn’t healthy with all the lies and secrets they both held. He didn’t want her to see him as a mindless soldier raised by his father’s rage and revenge driven lifestyle. Yet he didn’t like not knowing where she went and why she came back bruised and battered sometimes. Not to mention when strangers such up to pick her up, Steve Rogers? God he hated that guy.

Who are the people that came to his door? Why hadn’t he ever heard of this Steve guy? Was he a hunter? No, he couldn’t be but he had the look of seeing too much horror. Sam pushed his textbook away knowing he wasn’t getting anything done with the place his thoughts were going currently.

“Come on.” Sam whispered looking at his phone in frustration. He was minutes away from calling her or tracking her. He didn’t want to dig up memories of doing this with Dean when they got worried about their dad.

Was it too goddamn hard to want a normal life that didn’t involve lies? Sam didn’t want to think he wasted years with Blake but they way things were going…well it was starting to seem so. He loved her, he imagined a long life with her but not the way it was going so far. He saw only two ways to go about this, confront her about how they’re living or leave her.

Throwing in the towel he climbed to his feet turning off the lamp on the small desk in the corner of the apartment. Retreating into the bathroom he grasped a bottle of liquid medication to help him sleep. He mostly denied using it in times of sickness but he knew without it he wouldn’t get a blink of sleep and he had class early.

“God.” Sam groaned as he saw her toothbrush by his. He went through his routine before crawling into bed to get some very much needed sleep, “Good night Blake. Wherever you are.”

They had managed to secure Steve’s motorcycle and a helmet for Blake, Steve didn’t want her head to be bashed in. He sped up when he saw the spikes coming up from the ground, it seemed like miles away.

“We’ve got company.” Blake called out as a quinjet moves in front of them.

“Stand down, Captain Rogers. Stand Down.” The pilot said even as the machine lowers out of the jet. Blake’s eyes had widened at the sight of it, “Repeat, stand down.”

Instead of surrendering they continue on by zigzagging through the bullets being fired at them. Blake at this point was freaking out slightly. Instead she gazes at the shield she was smushed against. With a quick moment of thought she yanks it of of Steve causing a slight sway before she throws it as hard as she can. It flies straight into the propeller leaving both Steve and her stunned. With a quick word she jumps on rolling until she stops in time. Whereas Steve continues on using his hands on the windshield of the jet to roll. Within seconds his shield is yanked back into his hands and slams his shield throughout the jet, causing both him and jet to roll throughout the sky.

All Blake can do it hold her hand to her move realizing how devastating the entire situation is. She's waiting with her breath held until Steve finally finishes by throwing the shield to the back. As it begins to go down he grabs his shield somehow gracefully lands on his feet beside his female friend.

“Sure you want to keep going?” Steve politely asks her, “You can still give up and go home.”

“And leave you all alone to be taken?” Blake smirks pushing his shoulder, “Can’t get rid of me.”

He nods before they race off with one destination in mind, to get what they need before hiding in order to figure out what the hell is going on. The trip to the hospital involves discovering some hidden clothing that Blake had placed in a secret bin.

“Do you think it’s still there?” Blake questions keeping her gaze off of everyone else.

“Has to. No one really eats that sugar-free stuff.” Steve smirks at her. Out of everyone he knew she was the closest thing he had to best friend and sister since Bucky fell.

“Very true. Sam sticks to healthy food.” Blake smirks thinking the man back in California.

“You have time to go back. You can leave this all behind.”

“I don’t think I can leave this life. Rogers, you can’t get rid of me and I think it’s high time to stop trying.”

The vending machine is right in front of them but the one thing they didn’t expect was to see the flash drive missing. A muttered curse word from him and he turned to her.

“Did you take it?”

“What the hell! No!” Blake exclaims. Yet his attention turns to the female chewing some sugar-free gum. It a pissed off state Natasha lets the super soldier push her into a room against the wall.

“Where is it?” Steve growls.

Blake takes a quick moment sweeping the area before sliding into the room and closing the door.

“Safe.” Nat replies tilting her head to the side.

“Do better Natasha.” Blake snarls from behind them, “My life is ending and you think it’s a fun time to play?” “Where did you two get it?” Nat questions. She glanced over at the other female in the room with little emotion. Typical for her.

“Why would I tell you?” Steve replies.

“Fury gave it to you, why?” Natasha asked them. She was watching Steve more so than Blake given that the former had a harder time lying.

“What’s on it?” Blake cuts in, “We all know that you wouldn’t leave that untouched. It’s not in your hacking brain to do so.”

“I don’t know. Not everything that can be connected to a computer I have the urge to get into.” Nat spits out.

“Stop lying.” Steve hisses out.

“I only act like I know everything, Rogers.”

“I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates didn’t you.” Blake moved closer feeling the sudden urge to strangle the red head.

“Well it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you.”

“We’re not going to ask you again.” Steve threatens nearly backing up to let Blake continue the assault.

“I know who killed Fury. Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists, the ones who do call him the Winter Soldier. He’s credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years.” Nat explains.

“No.” Blake whispers feeling her eyes widen at the memory of the man with the one flesh arm.

“So he’s a ghost story.” Steve says.

“Five years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot at my tires in Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I was pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer, so he shot him straight through me.” Nat said raising her straight revealing a large healed bullet hole covered by nasty scaring, “A soviet slug, no rifling. Bye-bye bikinis.”

“Yeah I bet you look terrible in them now.” Steve chuckles removing his hand. There’s a smile fighting to be seen on Nat’s face.

“Steve I’ve ran into his guy. My partner and I were sent over in the Middle East. A bigwig was there demanding immediate protection with the strong belief he was being watched. I go to check the perimeter and I’m just behind a tree when I hear the car blow up. I watched my partner of three years be blown to literal bits and watching that human disgrace walk off. Steve he’s cold and menacing. He will kill anyone that gets in his way. It’s nearly a goddamn miracle that Nat and I are alive.” Blake informed the blonde man as Nat pulls the flash drive out.

“Going after him is a dead end. I know, I’ve tried. Like you said, he’s a ghost story.” Nat says handing the drive over.

“Well let’s find out what the ghost wants.” Steve says.

“Road trip!” Blake exclaims removing some of the tension.

“Call Sam.” Steve tells her with a raised eyebrow. Blake winces knowing that while he’s right it would probably be the end of her relationship.

“Fine.” She says stepping off to the side. She begging to get the voicemail before the familiar voice always giving her butterflies answers.

“Blake? What the hell?!” Sam exclaims nearly tossing his phone across the room. She could hear it in his voice how close he was, “What the fuck is going on?! I sent you messages and you haven’t answered.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I ran into some trouble, and we’re planning a funeral for-“

“Blake.” Steve warns her, “He’s going to be in danger. You need to let him know.”

“I know!” Blake snaps at him.

“Who’s with you? Blake stop lying to me!” Sam nearly screams into the phone, “I’m sick and tired of us tiptoeing around each other. It had to end, I don't know how much more I can take of this.” “I know Sam. I just…I wanted a normal life. I didn’t want you to be involved in all the shit I’m dealing with.” Blake softens her voice as tears begin to spill over, “You don’t deserve this.”

“I don’t deserve what you’re putting me through but Blake? We’ve talked about the future, if we have a chance you have to let me support you.”

“I know.” She whispers back feeling the urging eyes of Nat.

“When are you coming home?” Sam questions lightly.

“I honestly don’t know.” She murmurs.

“Well I guess it’s good I landed a few minutes ago.”

That sends Blake’s eyes wide in panic because Sam never impulsively leaves without informing her. Actually it’s rare he makes a trip because of the cost and the amount of work he has to do. Yet at the same time she feels comforted and happy.

“Steve, Nat. Sam landed a couple hours ago.” Blake says earning some eyebrows raised, “I guess we have another person with us.”

“This is good. Three people that can protect him.” Nat sighs, “I just wish he had some training. Let’s go pick the kid up.”

“Sam, text me the location and we’ll meet you.”Looks like it’s time Sam finds out her entire life.

Nat, Steve and Blake are hiding close to where Sam had requested to meet. Once the overly tall man could be seen, Nat began to walk over carefully watching for Agents. Sam was surprised at the sight of another woman in front of him.

“Sam Winchester?” The gorgeous red head asked.

“Yeah?” He said hesitantly wondering if his past life was in front of him.

“I’m Natasha Romanoff. Blake is waiting for you, it was better I get you instead of her.” Nat said smiling to him, “Follow me.”

Steve grasped the raven haired agents shoulder as she nerves kept her moving her feet around. His eyes found the man he had met in Blake’s apartment when they came to collect her for the Lemurian Star.

“Sam. It’s nice to see you again.” Steve said grasping the other man’s hand, “I’m Steve Rogers. America knows me as Captain America. You’ve met Natasha, she’s a fellow agent of SHIELD and Black Widow.”

“I’m sorry but how does this fit in Blake’s friend’s death?” Sam questioned.

“We’ll answer your questions as soon as we can but we have to move. We can’t be sure we weren’t followed.” Steve replied urging the group to walk off, “We need to figure out what’s on it.”

“We know the perfect place.” Nat shared a smirk with Blake. The confusion on Sam’s voice caught Blake’s attention.

“Okay the plan is that you guys will stay in the truck. As soon as you see up jump into the back and we’ll head out. Fifteen minutes.” Steve whispered cautiously jumping to the newer truck. Sam was still cautious as Steve drove off once Nat had explained where to go.

The backseat was silent letting the tension between Sam and Blake to sizzle. A fight would break out if she didn’t carefully word what she was going to say. Her eyes were trained outside the window to find if they had any tails. It was clear all the way to the mall.

“Remember the plan.” Steve said looking at the backseat passengers, “Blake take the drivers seat. Sam either go up front or stay in the back.”

“Are they holding you hostage?” Sam questioned turning the passenger seat.

“No.” “Than what the fuck is going on?!”

“My name is Blake Ainsley and I’m SHIELD agent and a member of the Avengers.” Blake said watching the outside world, “I was raised in the way from a young age in a program desired to mimic the Red Room program. I’ve been an assassin and a mercenary for a short period of time. When I was sixteen SHIELD found me and gave me a decision. Either jail time or I work for them.”

“You chose to work for them.” Sam whispered absorbing the information, “You lied about everything?”

“No. Everything about our life together was and is real. Sam, I know a large part of your life I don’t know about. I understand how you’re feeling.” Blake sighed looking over at him, “The work life I have isn’t something I want you to have either but I’m selfish.”

“The bruises.”

“Every mission or training session.”

“Okay.” Sam sighs pinching the bridge of his nose. He felt the need to explain the entirely of what he had been hiding from her but he wasn’t ready to.

“You don’t have to tell me until you want to. We’re in a difficult position right now. I’m so sorry I pulled you away from school.”

“Blake. It’s summer vacation.” Sam chuckled, “I’ve been reading the textbook for fun in the last couple of days.”

“Oh.”

“What’s going on?”

Blake delves into the story on what the current predicament she had found herself in since the mission pulled her off her break. Sam listened with ease knowing that dealing with this was better than dealing with his father again and the mindless soldier Dean turned into. He was beyond pissed but at least he knew what was going on now. “Holy shit.” Sam exclaimed not knowing what else to say, “I just can’t believe it. You’re childhood is worse than mine.”

“I don’t know. I remember bits and parts of the life I had with my parents.” Blake sighed looking down at her fingers, “Most of the life I had isn’t all that bad now. I have you and two great friends. We’re just in a bad spot rights now.”

“What else?” Sam asked curious.   “Well normally in the Viper program I was raised in, and it being similar to the Red Room program. The graduation involved sterilizing the female so that family couldn’t be more important than a mission.”

“You can’t have kids?” Sam questioned slightly crushed at the news.

“Actually I was being rolled into the room when SHIELD infiltrated the building. I escaped and went about being what I was created to. Assassination came easy to me and soon I branched out into being a mercenary. Couple years since my escape I was captured by SHIELD and given the ultimatum.”

She saw Steve and Nat rushing towards the truck and with a quick movement Blake was now sitting in the back seat after starting the truck. Sam fumbled into the back seat as Nat jumped in a pushed him into the back seat. He barely had time to put his seat belt before they were speeding out of the parking lot.

“What’s going on?” “My fiancée would like to check out our honeymoon destination.” Steve glared looking over the red head that had kissed him.

“Oh…” Sam trailed off leaving the anger rolling off the driver.

“It seemed plausible at the time.”

“Who goes to New Jersey for their honeymoon?!” Steve exclaimed, “You know what we don’t have time for this. Blake I want you to take a nap, you look exhausted. Sam can you help be our eyes?”

“Uh. Sure.” Sam mumbled feeling like he was back where he started before college. When life was shit since his mom’s death that had led to a miserable life hunting things that go bump in the night.

She was restless, she was never good sleeping in the car on trips. Not that they were able to without a good car. He just didn’t understand how they didn’t have enough money to have a reliable car seeing as what she does for a living.

“You still uncomfortable?” Natasha turned her head towards Steve. Her feet were on the dash stretched out as if that angle didn’t kill her spine in Sam’s opinion.

“It’s not exactly the word I would use.” Steve replied glancing over before his eyes returned to the road again. Sam looked up again as Blake shifted in his arms.

“So where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?” Nat questioned smirking over at him.

“Nazi Germany.”

Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise at the answer. He must be joking because there was no way in hell that could be right.

“Mhm.”

  “And we’re borrowing. Take your feet of the dash.” Steve retorts sending her one of his righteous looks. With the look she follows his request.

“Alright, I have a question for you, of which you don’t have to answer. I feel like if you don’t answer it though, you’re kind of answering it, you know?” Nat smiled over at him.

Sam chuckled watching the interaction between the two, Nat was the flirty type wheres Steve was more uptight. It was a strange dynamic that reminded him on how different he and his brother were. Dean was similar to Nat while he was loosely similar to Steve.

“What?” Steve asked.

“Was that your first kiss since 1945?”

“Wait, what?!” Sam exclaimed rousing Blake from her sleep, “Did you just say1945? As in like world war two 1945?”

“How you do not know that?” Nat questioned the man in the backseat who was glancing nervously at the now awake Blake.

“Jesus. You’re how old?”

“I was born in 1918 to Sarah and Joseph Rogers in Brooklyn, New York City.” Steve sighed surprised at having to inform Sam.

“I don’t believe it. It’s impossible biologically and scientifically.” Sam snapped leaning back into the seat and staring out the window, “I think I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up when you decide to quit lying.”

“Fine.” Nat shrugged. “That bad, huh?” Steve returned to Nat’s question.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Well, it kind of sounds like that’s what you’re saying.” Steve replied.

“Wait? What happened?” Blake questioned them leaning forward in anticipation.

“I kissed him. Rumlow was on the other escalator.” Nat answered smirking into the backseat where Sam was sleeping on the window and Blake was excited.

“Oh. Public display of affection. Makes everyone uncomfortable.” Blake smiled knowing exactly why it had to happen. Steve groaned at the the females in the truck.

“Nobody special, though?” Nat asked causing both Steve and Blake to chuckle.

“Believe it or not, it’s kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience.” Steve pointedly without revealing the whole age problem. Nat looked back to peer at Sam before looking to Blake.

“Blake found someone that doesn’t have a shared life experience.”

“Don’t bring me into this!” Blake announced, “In case you haven’t noticed things aren’t so smooth. The whole lying thing really does something to a relationship. Steve I hate to say it but you can make something up, leave a little bit out such as your date of birth.”

“What like Nat?”

“I don’t know. Blake is right though, the truth is a matter of circumstances, it’s not all things to all people all the time. And neither am I.” The redhead explained as Steve turned down a side road.

“That’s a tough way to live.” Steve sighed concerned for his friend.

“It’s a good way not to die though.” Blake intervened again, “Think about it like the Witness Protection program just less strict.”

“You know it’s kind of hard to trust someone when you don’t know who that someone really is.” Steve said looking over at Nat. He glanced in the rearview mirror at the only person he could really trust.

“Yeah. Who do you guys want me to be?” “How about our friend.” Steve said.

“I could use another friend.” Blake smiled.

“Well, there’s a chance you two might be in the wrong business. No I didn’t I just wondered how much practice you had.” Nat switched the conversation back again.

“I don’t need practice.”

“Steve everybody needs practice.” Blake laughed, “You get more talented over the years because of experience.”

“Alright, it was not my first kiss since 1945. I’m ninety-five, I’m not dead.” Steve lightly snapped, “Can we drop it.”

“Sure. How about we talk about how skittish you are about coming here.” Blake asked lightly.

“I’d rather not talk about it. The past is the past. I’m trying to live in the present.”

“Like you can.” Blake chuckled, “You have a lot of old fashioned personal items and you’re really an old fashioned gentlemen.”

“It’s not a bad thing. Have you seen the way women are treated these days? How complicated technology is?”

“What did you say before? Something about it being better with the whole new way to cook without boiling everything? That list you have?”

“Shut up.” Steve chuckled putting the truck in park, “This is it?”

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