Five Weeks Ago

The words "Captain America" used to open a lot of doors in the '40s. Turned out, the magic in those words hadn't faded much. The Pentagon had a lot of doors, but Steve had only needed to get through one.

He had been waiting patiently for almost fourteen minutes when the general came back to his office suite.

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Present Day

Two Months After the Fall of S.H.I.E.L.D.

When Sam Wilson had volunteered to help Steve find his friend Bucky Barnes, a.k.a. the Winter Soldier, a.k.a. the man who'd torn the wings right off his back, a.k.a. the man who'd nearly murdered all of them...well, he'd just wanted to help. He wanted to help Steve, and not just because ( Read more... )

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Breaking the Leash

The mission lay still on the riverbank. Breath shallow, face pale except for the cuts and bruises, blood trickling from his nose and mouth, but alive.

The Soldier stood above him.

Alive. His mission was laying before him, helpless, defeated, but alive. All it would take was one quick ( Read more... )

Author: tyranusfan
Title: Visiting Hours
Fandom: Captain America/Avengers
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Genre: Gen
Spoilers: For films Captain America: The First Avenger and Captain America: The Winter SoldierSummary: As Steve recovers in the hospital after the battle over Triskelion, he gets some unexpected visitors ( Read more... )

Chapter 6            As Sam’s brain swam up through a murky haze, two things occurred to him. First, his head was throbbing like a bitch, and second, his chest was buzzing. It took a long moment, but some small, still-functioning part of his brain connected the buzzing with the vibrate setting of his cell phone ( Read more... )

Another approaching rainstorm sped nightfall along, though fortunately the rain seemed to be several miles away.

Dean dropped Sam off at the main Admin building, then stayed at the car with Adam, keeping out of sight in the backseat. Sam took the stairs two at a time, and met Nichols at the front door.

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“Do I have to wear these?” Adam asked, motioning to the black-rimmed eyeglasses that Dean had bought at the convenience store that morning. He sounded more like twelve years old than twenty.

Sam grinned, but kept his eyes on the L.A. city map and let Dean take the question. They were already wearing their G-man duds.

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“Stakeouts suck.”

Adam rolled his eyes. Dean had been grumbling ever since they arrived, even though he got to stay in the car, listening to the police scanner, while Adam and Sam circled Lower Van Norman Lake on foot. They had their cells on speaker, and every fifteen minutes they would shine their flashlights so the others ( Read more... )

Adam packed his duffel quickly, excited to be getting back to hunting again.

His first official hunt had been a disaster-very nearly a fatal one-but he could still feel the thrill. Granted part of that thrill had involved being chased by a bloodthirsty demonic monster, an insane ghost, and a resulting concussion, but Adam didn’t care. He had a real ( Read more... )

A/N: This is a sequel to “Haunted,” and was printed in Jeanne Gold's 2012 fanzine Blood Brothers 6.

As with Haunted, it goes AU from Swan Song, where Sam and Adam are mysteriously rescued from Lucifer's Cage, and the boys take Adam under their wing as a hunter.
This story picks up some four months after the first story.

Special thanks to Jeanne, K ( Read more... )