Now, we all know I don't posess a writing talent, but I thought I would share with you the things that happened while I was away.
I'm still obviously adjusting to this... Time, but I know more than Rogers does. I'm pretty sure he's enjoying this new time more than I am.
- 5/19/14 -
It was fairly cold that day, and the clouds weren't very high. The whole town was in what seemed to be a dome filled with fog. It had rained the day before, and the ground was still wet. Some streets flooded, and half the town evacuated.
But missions wait for nothing.
Steve woke me up by tossing a pillow at my face, as usual. Natasha was standing close behind him this time, laughing at my shocked reaction of a pillow slapping me in the face. I darted up, glaring at Steve. This was our usual morning routine. Well, besides the typical post-it notes Steve would leave on my arm. They always had something clever, like, "Don't forget to eat," and, "Your name is James," or, "You're safe here." Occasionally, he'd sketch something and stick it to my arm, too.
After breakfast, Natasha told me why she had come over that day.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. found traces of Hydra in their newest bunker." She said.
"'Traces of Hydra?'" I asked.
"Files were missing, scattered, or torn. Wet footprints, someone even left a pistol." She said.
"And they need me?" I asked.
"You know Hydra better than any of us."
I didn't say anything else. S.H.I.E.L.D. only needed me because I was Hydra.