agent rogers returns ? j.thompson

tolerate it.

"Don't go," Daniel whined, grabbing Peggy's wrist.

"I'll be fine," she assured.

"It's not worth the risk. Jarvis can send him packing. I'll be the next stop on his blame train. I'll take the heat for you!"

"That's kind, Daniel, but I can handle Jack Thompson."

She released his hand after making doe eyes at him. I watched the scene with my jaw dropped. She was going to get an earful later!

After awkwardly looking back and forth between Peggy's competitors, I shuffled up to Daniel.

"Daniel, know that I despise Jack still more than ever."

"Trust me, I'm aware."

"But I will go back to New York with him again if I must. I overheard him talking with Vernon and I think someone really needs to keep an eye on him —"

"That won't be necessary, Charlotte. We need our semi-super soldier back in our task force."

"Thank goodness," I sighed with relief.

—

I knocked on his hotel room door, torn over whether or not I wanted him to open it.

But there he was in his pyjamas, something I hadn't seen in a long time.

I wished I were in my pyjamas as well, but I thought it too inappropriate for Miss America to go out in public in her pyjamas — so there I was in a flowy floral dress at his door.

"What do you want now, Rogers. Tell me you aren't coming to New York again —"

"I'm not. May I come in?"

He blankly stared at me before sighing and gesturing me to go through the door.

"Didn't walk here, did you?"

"I did, but what's it to ya?" I hopped onto the bed and crossed my ankles.

He looked upset, but he didn't say anything.

"Are you just going to sit on my bed and bat your lashes or...?"

"I'm here to talk. See, I overheard you talking to your pal Vernon —"

"Oh god, Charlotte, you can't —"

"I can't what, Jack? Tell Peggy? She's not too worried about you."

"Why are you here, then?"

"Because I'm worried about you," I said firmly.

He looked taken aback, certainly not expecting an honest answer from me, or at least not that answer.

"You don't get to be worried about me. We don't worry about each other anymore!"

"Oh, is that why you asked me if I walked here alone at night?"

He glared at me, which proved to me that I was right.

I got up off the bed and walked toward him.

"You're getting in too deep, Jack. I don't know why you'd want to be associated with those assholes in the first place, but you've got another thing coming with Whitney Frost."

"Charlotte —"

"Just listen to me. Just because I don't like you doesn't mean I don't care about you against my better judgement. And if you get yourself killed, or worse, become one of them, I will kick your ass!"

He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at me. I couldn't read his expression, though I thought he maybe seemed distraught.

He surprised me a bit by bringing his hand up to my face. He brushed his thumb over my cheek and sighed again.

"You should go," he whispered.

I sighed loudly and hesitated before I nodded and stepped back.

"One day, you'll push me away and I won't come back."