Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

In Search of One Man The Winter Soldier x The Phoenix Name Penelope Phoenix Age Unknown Organization For hire Species Human Mutant Handing the file over to him, Natasha smiled confidently. All I could dig up on his case. She looked at Steve as he flipped open the cover to the folder. I uhm... She said, hesitating. I think I know someone who can help you. Digging into her pocket, she pulls out a small piece of paper and slips it in the file. Steve looks at it, puzzled, as he stared at just numbers. It's a P.O. box... She paused before admitting, To Phoenix, and not the city in Arizona. Natasha chuckled lightly at herself before continuing. You leave your contact information in there, and she will find you. You don't go to Phoenix, Phoenix comes to you. And if there's anyone qualified to find Bucky, it's her. Steve's mouth dropped slightly. Phoenix? Penelope Phoenix? A woman most well known for being a ghost, was now just at arms reach, via a mail box, right here in New York City. Knowing full well Phoenix was a well-known criminal on SHIELD's active radar, any information relating to locating the vigilante would be used to arrest her. Realizing this could put Phoenix in jeopardy at the mercy of SHIELD, Natasha looks down. She's a friend of mine. A good person. Don't make me regret it. Immediately understanding, Steve looked at Natasha and nodded. Thank you. He says with deep sincerity. Those two simple words were proof enough that Phoenix's information and identity was safe, and secret, even within the hands of Captain America. Those two simple words were a statement to Steve and Natasha's everlasting friendship. Giving Rogers one last kiss on the cheek, she smiled at him and left the cemetery. Steve approached the PO box with nothing but empty hands and a cross bag. The box was one in a line of hundreds near a subway station. He stared at it, wondering how he'd open the thing. Realizing he could just slip his information through the cracks, Steve moved to do just that. Right as he was about to slip HYDRA secret photo of Bucky , the photograph was plucked right from his fingers. Sunglasses on, dressed in a black trench coat and strutting in black high heels, I looked like a model straight off a fresh runway. As I approached my box, I instantly see the very recognizable Captain America standing before the rows and rows of mailboxes. Before he would manage to get the photo in the box, I snatched it from his hand and continue to walk past him, as if nothing had happened. Rogers, looking wide-eyed and confused, just stood there in awe as he watched this mysterious vixen strut away from him. Uh- He mumbles. Denied. I refuse the case, tossing the photograph of Bucky in confinement right over my shoulder as I continued to walk away. The photo fluttered to the ground and Steve went to pick it up. Unimpressed, I could feel his eyes burning at the back of my head. Just like that? He growled. Just like that. I assured. Wha- wait! He quickly realized I was being serious, and came running after me. Grabbing onto my arm firmer than any gentlemen should, Steve spun me around to talk to me. Please! I'm asking for you to help me. He's my best friend. A brother a good man. In a sudden fit of rage, I ripped off my sunglasses to look Rogers dead in the eyes. Do you not understand that he doesn't want to be found? Steve had a blank expression on his face. He seemed more confused than ever, as he watched my eyes well up with tears. Do you see this? Pointing to my hazel eyes, which were beginning to water, This is the pain I felt when I touched his photograph... His pain. Rogers seemed stunned. He looked down at the photograph, and for a split second, it seemed like he felt that pain too. What can I do to help him? Taking a breath in, I tried to contain my acquired emotions. Placing my sunglasses back on, Let him breathe. I said firmly. Let him come to you . Although I meant those words, I was compelled to search for this individual regardless of what I felt he needed. Seemingly changing my mind, I calmly took the photo back from Rogers and slipped my hand, without hesitation, into his cross bag. Pulling out Bucky's entire file, I confirmed to him, I work alone .