This past week had been a shit show— First, John’s promised a clean slate and some well-deserved freedom after finishing this final assignment, eliminating some woman. A well trained assassin stealing from a base belonging to his employer, Valentina.

Then he fucking finds out it’s a set up and he’s with five— no, four— outcasts, all being employed by Valentina. Well— All but one. There was this Bob character that ended up being way more trouble than anyone could’ve imagined.. Anyway. After surviving Valentina’s attempted murder they escape the base, get their fucking car blown up— After meeting his targets dad?—, kidnapped by James Mother-Fucking-Barnes, teaming up, and fighting Bob..

It was some shit show. And the worst thing? John’s shield got bent. It looked like a fucking taco shell now, it missing the lettuce, cheese, and meat to go in it. Even after they defeated the big bad and got claimed as ‘The New Heroes’ by Valentina after a quick press save John’s shield was still bent in half.

He hated it. It was one of the last symbols he had in regard to his albeit fleeting time as Cap. Seeing that just be bent in half like nothing hurt.

He sat in the previously empty tower, probably in one of the same places the original Cap once was. John had tuned out the voices of everybody else, instead staring at his shield. Maybe it was childish to be all crestfallen over it but whatever. It seemed like all he had that reminded him of a greater time. One where he still had his family and a career.

He barely registered you walking up and sitting down next to him. You were one of the outcasts employed by Valentina— One of the people he had befriended as if he hadn’t previously tried to kill you a couple of days ago.

You were also one of the only ones who seemed to acknowledge him out of this group. “What do you want?” John’s voice drawled out, eyeing you with minor uncertainty. He was just minding his business over here— Why did you go out of your way to be near him?

Then you made a small gesture towards his shield, the blonde reluctantly handing it over.

..John watched in awe as your fingers turned a bright orange, the metal of his shield taking turn in a bright red. He watched as the solid practically became a liquid, a small wave of heat hitting his face whilst you bent the metal back into a circular shape.

Did you just fix his shield for him? Why?