CHAPTER THREE
REINDEER GAMES

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Estelle felt like she had been sitting at the table which was a few feet back from the bridge of the helicarrier and where Fury and Coulson were standing for hours. Truly, she knew it hadn't been hours she'd been sitting there, but it had been hours since they'd taken off, since setting out on their quest to locate and stop Loki. They had been sitting there, bored out of their minds and with nothing to do for hours upon hours now. All they could do sit around and wait for something — anything at all — to happen.

"If I'd known this mission would be so dreadfully boring, I wouldn't have suggested we go through with it," Estelle complained for what felt like the hundredth time since the search for Loki began.

"Tell me about it," Everett agreed from next to her, stifling a yawn, which inevitably caused her to yawn as well, although she didn't bother hiding it like he did.

She stretched out her limbs and crossed her feet beneath the table they were sitting at, which was located some ways from the bridge that Nick Fury and Phil Coulson still occupied. "How much longer do you think this is going to take?"

Everett sighed, shrugging his shoulders. "Who knows at this point."

His response only made Estelle more annoyed by the long wait. "The least they could have done is given us some food, I'm starving over here," her complaints continued. "Or, I don't know, some coffee? I'd kill any one of these people for a Starbucks right now."

Everett breathed out an airy laugh. "I don't doubt it. Just try to remain a little more patient, Stell, I'm sure it won't take much longer... I hope." He muttered the last under his breath, but she heard him nonetheless and threw him a look for it.

A few minutes later, to their relief, they noticed one of the agents urgently waving someone over as they pointed at one of the monitor screens. The agent was sharing information with the man, and judging by their body language alone, it was obviously important. Everett and Estelle shared a curious look with each other, wondering what it was they found.

Please, God, tell me they found Loki, Estelle thought pleadingly.

The agent who'd been waved over then turned to look at Coulson, who was standing and speaking with Steve Rogers. "We got a match," he informed them.

"Oh, thank God!" Estelle groaned.

"Sixty-seven percent match," the agent continued. "Wait, cross match, seventy-nine percent."

"Location?" Coulson asked.

"Stuttgart, Germany," the agent replied. "28, Konigstrasse. He's not exactly hiding."

Director Fury nodded, before turning to look at Steve. "Captain, you're up," he told him. Then, he glanced at the Hagreeves twins sitting at the table some ways behind him. "Mr. Hargeeves, you'll be going, too."

Everett immediately stood to his feet. "Uh, yes, sir."

Estelle stood, hands on her hips as she stared across the room at Fury. "Excuse me, but I think you mean Mr. and Miss Hargreeves?"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Miss Hargreeves," Fury started, raising a brow at her, "but your powers aren't exactly... battle quality."

"I might not have powers like my brother does, but I can assure you, I know how to handle myself on a mission," Estelle persisted, her arms now crossed. "I've always gone on missions with my siblings, and that isn't about to change now. Besides, Everett and I work better together than we do apart, and if you want to succeed in capturing Loki then I suggest you look the other way, because I'm going whether you like it or not."

Out of the corner of her eye, Estelle watched her brother's eyes widen at her words. As she kept her gaze locked on Fury, she saw Everett looking back and forth between her and Fury from the corner of her eye. It would be a cold day in hell before she let her brother go on a mission, go into danger without her, she wasn't just going to let Fury send her brother into battle against a god without her. When a moment had passed and Fury still hadn't given in, she began to tap her foot impatiently, challenging Fury to say no to her.

Before either of them had the chance to speak, Everett awkwardly cleared his throat and stepped forward. "What my sister means is, well, uh..."

Fury held up his hand, silencing Everett. "I know what she means. She can go." He turned and walked away without another word, but Estelle swore she heard him mumble something under his breath that vaguely sounded like, better she goes than stay here where I can throw her overboard, which made Estelle fight down a smirk.

"You two better get going," Coulson told them.

Everett nodded and pulled his sister toward the door where, much to their surprise, Captain America was standing watching them. He seemed to be both amused and impressed by Estelle's behavior.

Steve raised a brow at her. "I'm impressed you got Fury to do what you wanted. He didn't strike me as someone who likes to take orders from anyone."

Did you hear that, brother, Captain America says I'm impressive!

She could practically hear Everett rolling his eyes in her head.

"The only person better at getting what they want is our sister, Allison, but she's got an unfair advantage," Estelle replied.

"Unfair advantage?" Steve asked in confusion.

She smirked. "Just a rumor..."

"Please stop talking," Everett said.

"You two ready to suit up?" Steve asked them, his words causing a grin to spread across Estelle's face.

Next to her, Everett rolled his eyes but she paid him no mind. Everything about this day was turning out to be a dream come true. Captain America was asking her to suit up. This was only something she'd imagined happening in her wildest dreams and here it was, really happening. Nothing Everett could say at this point would ruin this for her.

"We don't wear suits," Everett replied.

"Not since we were kids, anyway," Estelle added.

"But I take your meaning." Everett finished.

Estelle excitedly clapped her hands and started off down the hall. "Let's go!"

When she reached the end of the hall, she turned around and found she was alone and her brother and Steve were still standing where she'd left them. Men, she thought, always dilly-dallying.

"Are you both coming or what?" Estelle shouted after them, looking back at them impatiently. "Enough chatting, we've got a god to catch!"

Would you calm down? Everett thought to her, and she gave him a look.

How am I supposed to stay calm when I'm about to go on a mission with Captain America!

Estelle—

Shut up and just let me have this!

When they reached Estelle, they continued their journey down various hallways until eventually coming across Natasha Romanoff, who told Steve where to find his uniform before guiding the Hargreeves twins to the quinjet they'd be taking with them.

Everett and Estelle walked up the ramp of the quinjet and took their seats, sitting shoulder to shoulder like they tend to do, and waiting patiently for the mission to begin. Natasha and another agent were sitting up front, pressing various buttons as they prepared the quinjet for take-off.

Eventually, Captain America joined them, suited up and ready to go, shield and all. Estelle's jaw dropped and she could hardly take her eyes off of him. All of her fantasies from when they'd first met him came back with a vengeance, his retro suit replaced with the one he was wearing now. Oh, her dreams were going to get so much better after this day...

She appreciated the retro suit, but the photos and old videos she'd seen really didn't do him justice and reality was just so much better. Estelle remembered Coulson saying he had a design input on Steve's uniform on their way to the helicarrier. She'd have to give him props for the suit because she was very appreciative of it right now.

Estelle felt her brother's eyes on her and his annoyance in her head a moment before he spoke.

"Please, stop," Everett pleaded.

"Never," Estelle said, her eyes trailing the man up and down. "Vintage really never looked so good."

"Jesus christ," Everett muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looked down.

"Everyone buckled in?" Natasha asked, glancing over her shoulder at them over the low hum of the engine starting.

They acknowledged the woman with a chorus of yeah's, causing her to turn back around and press a few more buttons on the console. There was some slight turbulence a moment later as they took off, and then it was smooth sailing from there on out.

After a while, Steve must have sensed he was being stared at and looked across at Estelle. She didn't bother looking away, not caring that she'd gotten caught admiring him. In fact, she smiled at him, and Estelle would swear on her own precious collection of Captain America memorabilia to any of her siblings who doubted her that Captain America looked a little flustered at her attention.

"Fury and Coulson never mentioned what you both can do," Steve began. "If we're going to fight alongside each other, it's better we get an understanding of what we're each capable of in the field."

"Estelle doesn't fight," Everett corrected. "Her powers aren't like mine. But her powers are essential in a fight, just not in a way you might expect."

"My main power is astral projection," Estelle explained.

"Astral projection?" Steve asked, confused.

"Basically, I leave my physical body and can walk in astral form," Estelle eagerly elaborated. "I can't fight in that form, unfortunately. I've never been able to touch anyone, I just go right through them. Well, that's a lie. The only person I've ever been able to physically touch while in my astral form was Everett. We don't know why, maybe it's because we're twins, but who knows."

Estelle shrugged, took a breath, then continued. "I can also read people. Their aura, energy, memories, thoughts, emotions, you name it. But I can only do that when I'm physically touching someone, I can't do it on command." She then leaned forward, extending her hand out towards Steve. "I can read you, if you like?"

Her brother must have clocked her suggestive tone because Everett immediately reached out and pulled her hand away from Steve. "Yeah, no, you're absolutely not doing that."

Estelle pouted. "You're no fun."

"And you're annoying," he said.

She immaturely stuck her tongue out at her brother before turning to look at Steve again. "Anyway, where was I? Oh, right, reading people. I have to be touching someone to read them. Well, aside from Everett, of course. But maybe that's just a twin thing. Our dad never really figured out our connection with each other, or if he ever did, he never mentioned anything to us. We've been pretty much in the dark about why our powers work differently with each other than they do on others."

"That's a power we share," Everett said. "Our powers work so differently around each other than with other people, that we can actually give each other a... power boost, of sorts."

"You make each stronger," Steve said with a nod.

He seemed fascinated, like he wanted to know more about how much stronger they were capable of making each other, though he didn't ask anything in that regard. Instead, he asked Estelle more about her powers.

"You mentioned you went on missions with your siblings," Steve began. "What did you do to help them if you couldn't fight alongside them?"

"Well, for starters, I would send Everett some of my energy to strengthen his powers," Estelle explained. "And Everett would send some of his energy back to me, this way, with his powers combined with my own, I could establish a mental link between all of us so we could communicate with each other non-verbally. It really helped with the secret missions. I know it doesn't seem like much, but—"

"I don't think that at all," Steve quickly interrupted her. "What you're capable of doing is incredible. You shouldn't think you're any less of a hero than your brother or your siblings just because you couldn't physically help them in a fight."

Her heart skipped a beat at the compliment, a blush growing on her cheeks. She'd never really doubted her abilities or even her usefulness in a fight because their father always wanted them to be able to defend themselves without their powers. She'd taken down people bigger than her many times. But when explaining her powers to Captain America of all people, someone she'd idolized before she even really knew what romantic love was, she'd felt suddenly doubtful so to hear him immediately try and reassure her was... she didn't have words to describe how incredible it was.

"Thank you," Estelle said with a smile.

Steve returned her smile, before looking at Everett. "What can you do?"

"Our powers are... somewhat the same, in a sense," Everett began. "While I'm not capable of leaving my body in astral form like my sister, I can almost absorb astral energy to create weapons."

"Weapons?"

"Swords, daggers, whatever comes to mind, I can make it," Everett elaborated. "I can also use astral energy to create armor to protect myself. But I can't protect anyone else with my armor, not even Estelle, we've tried that many times growing up but I just can't expand it beyond my own body." His expression turned grim, eyes gleaming with guilt. "I couldn't even save our brother, Ben, with my armor."

"Don't," Estelle said, shaking her head and reaching for his hand. "You know that wasn't your fault. What happened to Ben was an accident. There was nothing any of us could do."

Everett squeezed her hand back. No matter how many times Estelle reassured him of that, she knew he'd always feel guilty for not being strong enough to save their brother. Ben was the best of them, he always would be, and he didn't deserve to die.

"I'm sorry for your loss," Steve said sincerely, causing them to look at him.

"Thank you," they said in unison, the quinjet growing quiet as the Hargreeves twins silently comforted each other over the loss of their brother, which continued to pain them to this very day.

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When they arrived in Germany, Natasha Romanoff maneuvered the quinjet into an alley and lowered the ramp to allow both Everett and Steve to be dropped off about a block away from the area that Loki had been located in. The red-haired woman figured a surprise attack would be better than charging the god head on, and none of them disagreed with her tactics.

"Don't do anything stupid out there," Estelle sternly told her brother.

"I'll be fine, Stell," Everett reassured her.

"You always say that, but remember that one time when our mother had to give you stitches because you—"

"That wasn't even my fault, it was Diego's knife, and it barely even hit me!"

"Yet you had to get stitches."

"I won't do anything stupid," he lamely promised.

She scoffed. "So reassuring."

With a roll of his eyes, Everett followed Steve down the ramp and took a step back, watching as Natasha took off again. Even though Estelle knew her brother was going to be fine, especially with Captain America as back-up, she still worried as she watched him grow smaller out a window of the quinjet.

Estelle was thankful the quinjet seemed to have some kind of cloaking technology because by the time they got close enough to where Loki was, they saw the god towering over a crowd of people all dressed in fancy clothes. Natasha pointed out Everett and Steve as they approached on the ground below them, Steve much ahead of her brother.

As Loki turned the glowing blue scepter he was carrying on an old man who had dared to speak up against him, Steve was quick enough to get in front of him, using his shield to deflect the blast right back at Loki and knock him down.

"You know, the last time I was in Germany, I saw a man standing above everybody else. We ended up disagreeing," Steve said, weaving through the crowd and approaching Loki, who stood after being taken down by Captain America.

"The soldier. A man out of time."

"I'm not the one who's out of time."

From inside the quinjet, Estelle could hear the gun on the ship getting ready to fire and knew it meant they weren't cloaked any longer. She gulped and kept her eyes on Loki out the front viewport of the ship.

"Loki, drop the weapon and stand down," Natasha ordered over a set of speakers.

The god smirked and aimed the scepter at the quinjet, releasing a blast of blue energy. Estelle's heart dropped as she gasped, her grip on the hand hold next to the entrance to the cockpit tightening as Natasha quickly maneuvered the ship out of the way of the blast.

Focus on the mission. Capture this fucking god, she heard her brother's voice in her head. She knew he must be freaking out, worried for her. Well, she knew better than just assuming what he must be doing, she could feel his worry for her.

Estelle took a deep breath and closed her eyes, holding it for a few seconds, a count of seven, and released it slowly, a count of eight. She repeated the motion twice more, calming her own heart rate so Everett would be able to relax a little more herself. If she was freaking out, he'd be able to feel it. She didn't need him being worried about her when he was supposed to be fighting a fucking god.

When she opened her eyes, she looked down on the fight and saw Steve and Loki locked in a battle. She watched them fight for a moment, getting distracted herself in getting to see Captain America fight in person before she realized that her brother was just standing there and watching the whole thing go down. Her brow immediately furrowed and she waited, hoping he was going to hop in at any moment, but no, he just continued to stand there.

Are you just going to stand there or are you going to fight?! she shouted down to her brother's mind.

That seemed to do the trick as Everett turned and glared up at the quinjet before turning his attention back to the fight going on right in front of him.

Oh, she was never going to let him forget this.

Estelle focused back on the fight just in time to see her brother manifest a sword and charge at Loki. Though the god managed to just barely dodge the swing of the astral blade, it still did cause him to stumble as he backed away. Everett took the opportunity to manifest a second blade and charge at Loki again, though this time it was her brother who was sent stumbling backwards.

As she watched her brother prepare to attack the god again, Estelle focused on her connection to Everett. She imagined two pieces of string, shimmering and golden, holding them together, the knot tying them together beginning to loosen and she gripped it tight, pulling the knot tight again. This was the trick she'd always used to lend her strength to her brother when she couldn't use physical contact to do it. There was something that tied them together more closely than their siblings, this they'd always known, so imagining them being actually tied together had always worked for her.

She saw the shift in her brother's stance immediately as her strength empowered him, but in response, she saw Loki smirk back at him. Before Everett even had a chance to attack, Loki raised his scepter and aimed it at her brother. Everett only just managed to manifest his astral armor around himself before he was hit with a blast from the scepter and sent flying backwards.

Everett! she called out in a panic.

When she didn't immediately get a response from him, her panic only doubled. She could feel that he was hurt and in pain from being hit with the blast. The only relief she got was when she saw him sit up by himself. If he could manage to sit up, he couldn't be hurt too badly. And yet, he still wasn't responding to her.

Everett, are you okay? she asked him again.

I'm fine, he finally answered her and she breathed a sigh of relief. Don't worry about me.

Like that would ever happen.

"Kneel," Loki said, capturing Estelle's attention.

Estelle looked away from her brother, watching as Loki towered over Steve, the scepter pointed at the back of the man's head. But before Loki could do anything, Steve reacted quickly to the situation he'd found himself in.

"Not today!" Steve shouted, flipping around and knocking Loki down with his leg.

"Are you going to shoot him or not?" Estelle asked Natasha.

Natasha quickly responded, "This guy's all over the place."

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the song Shoot to Thrill by AC/DC played over the speakers on the quinjet. The vague echo of the song from outside of the ship told Estelle that it was playing over all of the speakers, not just those inside.

"Oh, I love this song!" Estelle exclaimed.

"Agent Romanoff, did you miss me?" a voice said over their comms devices.

Estelle's brow furrowed, not recognizing the voice right away. Although, it did sound slightly familiar. Where had she heard that voice before?

It wasn't until Iron Man suddenly appeared flying past the quinjet that Estelle realized why she recognized the voice. She'd seen Tony Stark on the television so many times she simply lost count. She should have known it was him the moment she heard him.

Iron Man blasted Loki away from Steve and then landed on the ground in front of the god, pulling out every piece of weaponry his iron suit was capable of making. "Make your move, Reindeer Games."

Loki's armor dematerialized as he lifted his hands, surrendering to them.

"Good move," said Iron Man.

"Mr. Stark," Steve greeted, finally acknowledging the man.

"Captain," Iron Man acknowledged back.

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When they had successfully apprehended Loki, the three men returned to the quinjet which had been parked in the plaza the fight took place in for their convenience. Steve and Tony made sure the god was secured on board before Natasha and the agent sitting up front with her began preparing the quinjet for take-off once again.

As soon as they were back in the air and on their way back to the helicarrier, Everett sat down opposite Loki but closer to the small cockpit, leaning back against the wall of the aircraft and closing his eyes. Estelle could tell he was still in pain and since she hadn't gotten a chance to give him a proper once over, she was still worried about him. He'd just fought a god for fuck's sake.

"Are you okay?" she asked him as she sat down next to him.

"Yeah," he replied, opening his eyes to look at her. She knew he saw the concerned look on her face.

"You don't seem fine," she said, frowning at him. "I can feel your pain, remember?"

"It'll pass, it always does," Everett assured her, taking her hand in his and giving it a squeeze. "My armor took most of the damage, anyway, so you've got nothing to worry about."

"That doesn't make me worry any less, you know," she said, sitting back and laying her head on his shoulder, their hands still clasped together in her lap.

"I know," Everett said, leaning his head against hers.

Eventually, the night skies began to turn angry. Thunder rumbled overhead, violent and loud. There were even sparks of lightning they could see from out the windows of the quinjet. Estelle really didn't like the idea of flying into a storm.

Of course, they knew it wasn't supposed to storm at all. The agent who was sitting up front with Natasha had told them they wouldn't be encountering any inclement weather on the way back once they'd initially began their journey back to the helicarrier. So if they'd been told there wouldn't be a storm, how — and why — were they flying into one now?

She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something in the back of her mind, in the place she usually heard and felt her brother, that just wouldn't settle.

"I don't like this," Everett whispered, low enough that only she could hear him.

Estelle immediately lifted her head from his shoulder to look at her brother, finally identifying that feeling. It was her brother's unease. "What's wrong?"

"This storm," he told her, "there's just something about it..."

Her brows furrowed. "What do you mean?"

Before he could explain further, Steve, who was standing with Tony Stark near the entrance to the cockpit as they watched Loki from a distance, whispered, "I don't like it."

"What?" Tony asked. "Rock of Ages giving up so easily?"

"I don't remember it being that easy," Steve said. "The guy packs a wallop."

Wallop? Estelle mouthed, turning to face her brother.

He's like a hundred years old, Stell, Everett told her.

Hottest hundred year old ever.

Everett grimaced. Stop being gross.

"Still, you're pretty spry for an older fellow. What's your thing? Pilates?" Tony asked, his voice laced with sarcasm, something Steve didn't seem to be appreciating right now.

"What?" Steve asked, obviously confused.

"It's like calisthenics," Tony explained. "You might have missed a couple things, you know, doing time as a Capsicle."

Estelle snorted at the nickname before she could stop herself, earning a nudge from her brother and she quickly covered it with a cough when Steve glanced her way.

Steve looked back at Tony after a moment. "Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in."

"Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you."

Everett glanced at her. You think Fury's withholding information from us?

He better not be. But if he is, I'll get it out of him.

Suddenly there was a harsh clap of thunder that felt like it was right over top of them, followed by a bright flash of lightning which lit up the inside of the quinjet and caused it to violently shake. Everett reacted immediately and reached out to grab Estelle, holding her tightly so she wouldn't fall out of her seat and get hurt. She didn't totally mind, she'd never liked normal thunderstorms, let alone one they were in the middle of.

"Where's this coming from?" Natasha asked no one in particular, peering up at the angry skies through the front window.

More thunder. Bright flashes. The twins noticed Loki shift in his seat to intently look out the window on the ceiling of the quinjet. His expression could only be troubled or worried. Almost like he knew what had caused this storm.

"What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?" Steve asked.

"I'm not overly fond of what follows," Loki replied ominously.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Estelle asked. The god only looked at her with a grim expression before turning his gaze out the window again.

"I told you I had a bad feeling about this," Everett whispered to her. Even if she couldn't feel it, she'd know just by the way her brother held her tighter that his nerves were flaring up. He thought something bad was about to happen and he was getting more sure of it with each passing second.

There was a loud noise against the roof as if something had hit them or even landed up there and the entire quinjet shook upon impact. The lightning seemed to get even brighter and more frequent and the thunder was so loud it didn't even seem natural. Everett and Estelle exchanged worried looks with each other.

As if he could sense something terrible as well, Tony quickly moved to grab his helmet, putting it on over his face. The eye slits on his iron suit immediately lit up, indicating it synchronized with the rest of the suit. He then pressed a button along the wall, opening the rear hatch.

Everett reached out and grabbed her seatbelt, quickly fastening it around her body as harsh winds filtered into the aircraft with the ramp now completely lowered.

"What are you doing?" Steve asked.

Before Tony could even respond, a man with blond hair and a long, billowing red cape then swiftly landed within the confines of the aircraft. Estelle noticed the newcomer's weapon almost immediately — a silver hammer which looked strangely familiar. Where had she seen that before?

Tony held out his open palm, preparing to blast the stranger. But the blond man rose from his crouched position and stalked towards Tony. With a swift swing of his hammer, Iron Man was sent flying backwards and harshly collided with Steve, the two of them falling to the ground.

Everett stood to his feet as the blond man then turned to look at him and Estelle. He quickly manifested his astral armor over his body as he positioned himself in front of her, who was still buckled into her seat, so he could better protect her from any harm.

However, the vaguely familiar man didn't make a move to attack either of them. He strode right up to Loki, grabbed the raven-haired god around his pale throat and pulled him right out of the harness keeping him in his seat before he flew out the back of the quinjet with him.

"Now there's that guy," Tony groaned as he stood to his feet.

"Another Asgardian?" Natasha asked.

"How are we supposed to fight that guy for Loki?" Estelle asked.

"Thor," Everett corrected.

"What?" Steve said, looking at him in confusion.

"I'm pretty sure that guy was Thor," Everett elaborated. "I remember seeing him on the news after what happened in New Mexico. At least, I think it was him."

Estelle nodded along with what her brother was saying. "No, you're right. He did look a lot like Thor."

"Great, so he is another Asgardian," Natasha said with a sigh.

"That guy's a friendly?" Steve asked.

"Doesn't matter," Tony replied as he walked towards the end of the ramp. He was clearly fully prepared to chase the gods down to reclaim their prisoner. "If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract's lost."

"Stark, we need a plan of attack!" Steve shouted after him before he could jump out of the quinjet.

"I have a plan. Attack," Tony said and took off out the back of the quinjet.

Steve let out a frustrated sigh. They called him the Man With A Plan for a reason, he clearly didn't like Stark's approach. He walked over to the cargo along the wall and grabbed a parachute, beginning to put it on.

"I'd sit this one out, Cap," Natasha warned.

"I don't see how I can."

"These guys come from legend, they're basically gods," Natasha insisted.

"I wouldn't say basically, they are gods," Estelle muttered under her breath, just loud enough for only her brother to hear. "But whatever."

"There's only one God, ma'am," Steve said, fastening the final strap of the parachute. "And I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that." He glanced over at the twins as he took a steps towards the ramp. "Better you two stay here with Agent Romanoff."

Captain America leapt out of the back of the aircraft, leaving the Hargreeves twins staring dumbfounded at what they had just witnessed.

"Well, that was..." Everett trailed off.

"Incredibly attractive," Estelle finished for him, a smirk growing on her face.

"Do you ever know when to stop?" Everett complained, turning to look at her while she continued to stare at the place Steve Rogers had just been.

"Oh, please, like you don't think he's hot," Estelle said with a roll of her eyes.

Everett grimaced. "Jesus, no. Never."

"You sure about that?" Estelle asked teasingly, raising a brow at him. "Because you seemed pretty starstruck during that fight earlier. I mean, you were just standing there admiring him the whole time. Not that I can blame you, that suit really does wonders to his—"

"I was admiring his fighting skills," Everett was quick to interrupt her. "Not his suit and body, you perv."

"Uh huh," Estelle smirked.

"You're unbelievable," Everett said, shaking his head as he sat down.