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Colt walked beside him in silence for a moment, the rain tapping softly on the sidewalk like it was listening too. Steve’s words weren’t polished. They weren’t perfect. But they were real. And that—that was harder to ignore than anything Hydra ever drilled into him.

He gave a faint, almost reluctant scoff. “Yeah… a couch and a coffee pot. Real welcome-home kind of stuff.” His voice had an edge of sarcasm, but it was thinner now. Weaker. More like a defense mechanism than an attack. After a beat, he added, “I’ve slept in worse.”

When Steve brought up his mother, Colt tensed. His jaw tightened just slightly, but it was enough to betray the flicker of emotion that moved behind his eyes. “You’re not wrong. It’s complicated,” he said quietly. “She was just like them. Cold and uncaring. She was good at breaking people... warping them. She was the one who started my training and they finished it.”

He glanced over at Steve, studying the man—how human he looked now. Not the icon. Not the shield. Just a guy in the rain trying to connect with a stranger carrying his blood. “So yeah,” Colt muttered, “we’ve both got questions.” Then he stopped walking, just for a second, and turned to face Steve fully. His eyes were shadowed, but clear.

“Look… you say you’re not gonna hurt me,” he said, voice low. “But I’ve already been hurt in ways I don’t even know how to explain. If you think a few awkward conversations and a messy apartment are gonna break me, you don’t know what Hydra made me into.”

Then, almost softer than the rain. “But if you’re really not like them… if you’re really just a guy who wants to know his kid...” He hesitated. Just for a breath. “Then I’ll try. I can’t promise more than that. But I’ll try.”

Steve smiled a bit hearing that ne agreed to come with him. "Yeah I am...but by your luck you look like you could use a warm place to be right now...mind you my place is kinda messy I just moved in...but uh I got a couch and a working coffee pot. Figured that would be enough." he shrugged, leading him to his place. "I'm sorry that happened to you...your mother...working for Hydra...that all sounds very complicated...I have so many questions...but the last thing I want to do is to overwhelm you..."

Steve sighed. "What I guess I'm trying to say is, I'm gonna hurt you...I just...want to get to know you...so it looks like we both are searching for answers..."

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Colt’s jaw flexed slightly as he listened, his arms steady around her, holding her like she might slip if he didn’t. He didn’t speak at first—not because he didn’t have anything to say, but because he was too busy keeping himself calm. The name Dimitri hit a nerve, and not because of the man himself—he didn’t know him—but because of what he represented. Hydra, Russia, pain, control. All the same ghosts that haunted him, that haunted her. He brushed a hand slowly through her hair as she sat curled in his lap, grounding both of them.

“I don’t give a damn if he’s your brother,” Colt said finally, voice low but certain. “If he’s part of the pain you carry, he doesn’t get a free pass just because you share blood.” He looked down at her, his dark eyes softer now, despite the weight behind his words. “But if you want to see him, I’m there. No questions asked.”

He paused, exhaling slowly through his nose. “I know what it’s like… to not know where you stand with your own family. To have pieces of yourself tied up in people who broke things inside you.” He swallowed, resting his forehead against hers briefly. “You don’t have to go through that alone. Not ever.”

Colt leaned back slightly, searching her eyes. “Dinner with Dimitri? Fine. I’ll sit right next to you the whole time. And if he gives you so much as a look that you don’t like, I’ll make damn sure it’s the last one he gets.” The edge in his voice was quiet, but real.

Then he softened again, thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re not alone in this, Nora. Not now. Not with me.”

"I love that you would do anything for me," he held this special and entirely romantic level of loyalty for his girl, truth be told, Nora found herself adoring it. Always had. "It's nothing crazy. Just..." she tried to mumble before dropping a Russian curse or two under her breath then. "My brother he..." the man knew that the relationship she'd always held with her family was god knows how complicated. Her father had been a monster who threw her into the torturous Russian past she kept trapped behind her internal walls, her mother had died when she was so young, and her brothers, well she never really knew how to feel about the three of them. "Dima...he's-" she almost stumbled over her words as she rested in his lap still.

"Ради всего святого." She managed almost under her breath before running her own hand through her dark brown waves. "He's in New York. He made up some bullshit reason for why when he called. He managed to somehow find me. It's an unfortunate Russian 'gift'." She scoffed. "Dimitri's insisting on seeing me." She finally went on to confess. "I told him he could have one dinner because he kept bugging me and..." His girlfriend looked up at him. "Will you come with me? I don't know that I can my family or any mention of them alone."

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Colt felt her words settle into him like heat spreading through his chest, slow and steady, burning past every wall he'd ever tried to keep standing. He’d been trained to live without softness, without attachment—to survive, not feel. But with her, with Nora, all of that shattered. The way she looked at him, spoke to him, touched him—it made him feel like more than what Hydra made him into. It made him feel real.

When she kissed him, he didn’t hesitate. His hand moved to the side of her face, pulling her in closer, like the space between them wasn’t allowed to exist anymore. He kissed her like he needed her—because he did. Every part of him did. And when it deepened, he met it with the same slow intensity, not rushed or frantic, but certain. Grounded. Like this was the one thing in the world he knew was right.

When they finally pulled apart, just enough to breathe, Colt rested his forehead against hers. His voice came out quiet, rough with emotion. “Ты даже не представляешь, что ты для меня значишь.” His Russian was rusty, but the meaning was there. You have no idea what you mean to me.

He let the words hang between them for a moment before continuing, “I never had a place... not until you. You’re it, Nora. You’re my beginning and my end. And I swear to you—there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe. To keep you mine.”

His thumb brushed across her bottom lip as he held her close, eyes never leaving hers. “I didn’t think love like this was real,” he added, barely above a whisper. “But you proved me wrong.”

"Я не думаю, что я могла бы любить кого-то больше, чем я люблю тебя сейчас." Nora was quick to reply no need to even think through the words before she said them. She truly meant each and every word when it came in relation to him. She felt exactly the same way he did. He was her home now - he had been for some time now - and she never wanted to be without him. She had fallen completely head over heels for the moment. The former widow kissed him back almost immediately settling into it before eventually deepening just slightly.

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Colt held her tighter at those words—like his arms alone could shield her from every damn thing the world ever did to break her. His heart beat slow and heavy beneath her ear, steady like the answer she didn’t need to question anymore. Her Russian sank into him with a quiet kind of beauty, not dramatic, not loud—just true. And it undid him in the best way.

He tilted his head down slightly, his voice low, almost reverent. “Ты уже во мне.” You’re already in me.

There was no hesitation, no wall to put up anymore. Not with her. Not after everything they'd bled through to get to this moment. Nora had seen sides of him no one else ever had. The broken pieces, the jagged ones. The haunted nights. And she hadn’t run. She stayed. Loved him through it.

So when she asked if he’d always stay with her, Colt didn’t answer right away with words. He leaned down and kissed her again—not hard, not rushed. Just slow, grounding, full of the weight he carried for her. The promise in it was louder than anything he could’ve said out loud.

But when he did speak, it came with that unshakable fire in his voice. “I’m not going anywhere, Nora. Not now. Not ever.” He brushed his thumb along her cheek, like memorizing her. “You’re my choice. No matter what comes. You don’t have to keep asking if I’ll stay.” He leaned his forehead to hers, breathing her in. “I already did.”

Nora Cordero had been a pretty guarded woman for most of her life, especially since the life of a widow behind, but every time she let her guard down almost settling when it came to Colt she felt completely comfortable. Which had been indubitably rare since her horrific past in Russia. He was just different as a person. And frankly, she was falling for it hook, line and sinker.

She could feel herself letting go further as her head rested against his chest even still even more so once he pressed a kiss to her hair and kept her close to him.

"Мне кажется, я влюбляюсь в тебя." She confessed finally almost without thinking.

They had been getting so close lately in this little relationship of theirs. And truth be told, ever since they had first met, there was something between them especially now.

But she really had found herself falling for the man despite everything. He had managed to get past all her walls, and she had gotten past some of his own too.

His whispered words against her temple meant so much to her. He was the only person who wasn't bothered by her past nor how it had scarred her to this day. If anything, he actually understood too.

"Will you just always stay here with me?"

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Colt smiled against her lips, that quiet, content kind that barely touched his mouth but filled his whole face. When she pulled back and cupped his cheek, his hand came up to cover hers, grounding him to the moment—to her. “I don’t need anyone else, Nora. I never will,” he said, voice low and certain. “You’re it for me. Always have been.” He leaned in, pressing a softer kiss to her forehead this time. “And trust me… when I said I had something special planned, I meant it. You deserve everything, and I’m gonna make damn sure you get it.”

"You know you are, Ты мне нравишься больше всех остальных." Nora confessed almost immediately then. "I could never look at anyone the way I do with you." The former widow added before leaning in to catch his lips in a gentle kiss. She settled just slightly letting out a laugh just briefly as their lips met. "Alright. You've got it." She loved that he was so attached to her and how he thought she looked right now. He saw like she was the prettiest thing he'd ever seen and she loved it. It meant so much to her already. She cupped his cheek pulling back from the light kiss next. "That sounds really special, I'm sure whatever you have planned will be amazing Rogers."

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Colt’s gaze narrowed just slightly, not in anger, but in understanding—recognition. He leaned back, arms crossed, the weight of his past always just beneath the surface. Billy’s words weren’t wrong. If anything, they hit closer than most people would dare to get. “You’re right,” Colt said quietly. “We don’t get to choose what breaks us. And we don’t always get to shut it out, either.”

His eyes met Billy’s then—solid, unwavering. “But what we do get to choose is what we do with it. What we let it turn us into.” He paused, voice roughening a bit. “I’ve been shaped by a lot of things I didn’t ask for. So have you. Doesn’t make either of us less human.” Colt’s tone softened, just slightly. “You hear things most people can’t. I was made into something I didn’t want to be. But we’re both still standing. That’s not nothing, Billy.”

"Literally everyone has trauma," Billy glanced away. Most of the time, it didn't consume them, but he'd still hear the bits and pieces, echoes of things he shouldn't hear. "That's not something that can be helped or controlled. Just like people don't control their thoughts."

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"The first mission is always the hardest to deal with." He nodded. "Good or bad the outcome is always the same. "You are either drowning in applause or feeling that twinge of regret, anger and pain."

"It was my first mission. I wasnt even supposed to be there." Lukas admits, hiding his head in Colt's shoulder as he hides his tears. He doesnt notice his shaking.

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Colt couldn’t help the small grin that tugged at the corner of his mouth, rain dripping down his face, mingling with the warmth that was still lingering between them. Her words hit him with that quiet kind of force—the kind that didn’t knock you off your feet, but rooted you. Made you stay. Made you choose to stay. He watched her wipe that tear away, watched the pain shift behind her eyes and give way to something softer, something safe.

“Yeah,” he murmured, brushing a hand through his soaked hair with a half-laugh of his own. “Inside sounds good. Before we both catch pneumonia trying to have a cinematic moment out here.”

He took her hand, lacing his fingers with hers like it was second nature now, like they were built for this. “You know, you say I fix things, but you’re the one who sees through all my wreckage like it’s nothing.” He glanced down at her as they moved toward the door, his voice gentler now. “You make the broken parts quiet. No one’s ever done that before.”

Once they were through the threshold, he pulled her close again, shaking the rain from his jacket and pressing a kiss to her temple. “Let me make you warm,” he murmured into her hair, “the way you make me whole.” He didn’t need the thunder, the drama, or the rain to feel the weight of what she meant to him. He just needed her.

"Я не смогу любить тебя больше, чем сейчас," she mumbled against his lips. The words rang true as ever for the former widow. Ultimately Colt had become Nora's whole world in recent months. And she never wanted to be without him especially as he held her amongst the rain like this telling her that he wanted her, all of her, exactly as she was. "How the hell am I supposed to have any sort of doubts here when you speak so beautifully there..."

The woman stared back at him in the moment then as she finally pulled back from him almost catching her breath briefly.

"You think maybe we should move this inside," Nora managed with a gentle laugh before wiping a previous tear from her face. "The whole rain thing becomes less cute after a while. I don't need a minute anymore. You fixed it...you always do моя любовь."

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"It's good to know this information. But as one of those heroes, what do you think I can do about it?" He tilted his head looking up at her. "Or is this more of a let me warn you about what's going on?"

"It's good to finally meet you, Colt," Detective Daniels breathed, a smile on her lips.

"I've heard a lot about you. All good I promise you that."

"Glad to hear that." He smiled for a moment, before creasing his eyebrows. "What is it that you can use my help with?"

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"Onyx.. I've never once given you a reason to think that I'd leave you here alone have I? So why would I start now?" He kept his hands on her stomach and stood back to his full height, looking into her eyes, he brought a hand up to caress her cheek. "I love you.."

"Hey, babe....we need to talk for a minute, and I.... I don't even know where to start," Onyx breathed, a bit of concern laced into her voice, though she was hopeful. She would never force him to stay, but God....she hoped he wouldn't leave. She couldn't do this alone.

"I uh.... I'm pregnant."

"You're.." Colt looked at her, chills went down his spine. He didn't know when it happened. He feared the day this might happen. All the training Hydra did.. all the deconditioning that Shield had done, none of it could have ever prepared him for this. "Pregnant.. you mean.." He dropped to his knees in front of her, hands going to her stomach, resting there softly. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her stomach. "Then I will make sure you both are taken care of."

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Colt stared at him for a long moment, rain dripping from his hair, his shoulders unmoving even as the water soaked into his jacket. Part of him wanted to walk away. He didn’t need this—didn’t need kindness, or warmth, or the fragile offer of something like family. That part had been trained out of him. Replaced with orders, numbers, silence.

But another part—the part he’d buried so deep it still felt foreign when it rose—didn’t want to walk away. Not now. Not after hearing that.

“I don’t want to hate you,” Colt said finally, his voice low but steady. He looked at Steve with a gaze that held too much for someone his age—years of pain, of conditioning, of being forced into a mold not of his own making. “That’s the truth. I tried. God, I tried. It would've made everything easier. If I could just hate you, it would’ve given me a reason to keep running. But I can’t.”

His throat tightened, and he turned his face slightly to the side like he was trying to hide it. “I didn’t ask for this. For you. But I didn’t ask to be born in a lab either. Hydra made me to be a weapon. And when I found out I came from you? It screwed everything up. I didn’t know if I should be angry… or relieved.” Colt’s eyes flicked back to Steve. He saw the sincerity there—the guilt, the confusion, the raw, ridiculous hope.

“You’re seriously inviting me back to your place after I told you I was supposed to kill you?” he asked, almost incredulous, but not mocking. “You’re either out of your damn mind or you’re really that good.” There was a pause. Then, quietly he spoke again. “…I’ll come.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and started walking forward, past Steve, like it was nothing. Like it didn’t feel like the biggest step he’d ever taken in his life.

“But I’m not promising anything,” he said without turning around. “I’m not here to be some long-lost son you can make up for. I’m not here for closure.” He stopped, just enough to glance over his shoulder. “I just… want to know who the hell I came from.” He looked down. "I know my mother.. she was a Hydra volunteer, super soldier serum and all."

Steve hung onto every word this young man said. Nothing else mattered. A bomb could have gone off and Steve wouldn't have noticed.

"H-hate me?" He was beyond confused. He was used to being loved and adored by most(besides Nazis of course). So hearing this young man who was suppose to be his son-sharing his DNA, his blood-it was like a knife to his heart. "I just found out about you, today actually...um if you want we could go to my place and talk?" Yeah. Good idea, Rogers. Take a man who confessed that he was supposed to kill you to your home.

"I just...want to get to know you...since you're...my...son? Kin?" Steve rubbed his neck, chuckling a bit. "If you want to hate me I understand...but...all I know is if I knew about you sooner...things would have been different." Steve felt pitiful, standing in the rain like this. "Regardless, if you want to get out of the rain and dry off, my place is close by..."

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Colt held him, allowing Lukas the time to break from the panic attack. He had started to view Lukas as a family member, a little brother. Someone he needed to protect. "And we will."

Lukas leans on the other man, taking a deep breath. "Until then, we have to make sure that we have a better understanding on how to get civilians out quicker and more efficient."

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Colt had stopped walking, but it felt like the world was the one that froze. Wind stirred faintly through the street, kids spilled out of the building behind them, but none of it mattered. Not now. Not with him standing there.

He didn’t look at Steve right away. Couldn’t. Not after everything. Not after what he’d learned.

He’d spent his whole life in the dark—just another weapon in Hydra’s vault, another project stamped with numbers and cold purpose. He was never given a name until he stole one for himself. Colt. A blank slate with fists made for killing and a heart conditioned to feel nothing. But then he broke free. And when he raided Hydra’s data caches on his way out—digging for any clue of who he really was—he found it. A locked file. Redacted, encrypted, buried beneath a thousand lies.

Subject 01-A: Genetic derivative of S. Rogers.

A father. Steve Rogers. The man Hydra told him to kill.

His first order as a free agent was supposed to be simple: find the ghost of Captain America and erase him. But Colt hadn’t followed it. Couldn’t. Because the moment he saw the truth, everything inside him cracked wide open.

Now, here he was—standing face to face with the man whose blood ran in his veins. The legend he’d been bred to hate. “I didn’t know,” Colt said at last, his voice rough, quieter than he meant it to be. “Not until I took what they didn’t want me to find.” He turned, finally, and looked at Steve—really looked. Not as a target, or a mission. But as a man.

“They trained me to kill you,” he added, the words heavy with shame and defiance. “But when I found out who you were… I didn’t want to.” He swallowed hard, jaw tight. “Didn’t know why at first. I just... didn’t.” The silence between them was thick, but not empty. It was full of things neither of them knew how to say.

“I don’t want your pity,” Colt continued. “And I sure as hell don’t need saving. But I needed to see you. Needed to know if you were real.” He took a step closer. “And now that I do... I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to feel.” His voice cracked then—barely, like a fracture in the armor he’d spent years building. “I don’t know how to hate you.”

Steve's heart pounded when he saw the young man get up. He was prepared to introduce himself but the man known as Colt passed by him in silence.

Steve was genuinly surprised. He stood there in silence for a few moments till the door opened, a family coming out. He rushed over to the other man, not wanting to get recognized right now.

"Hey." he said casually, catching up to him. "Hi. Uh. I'm Steve...but...you probably already knew that."

Wow. Good one, Rogers. That wasn't awkward at all.

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"Hey, babe....we need to talk for a minute, and I.... I don't even know where to start," Onyx breathed, a bit of concern laced into her voice, though she was hopeful. She would never force him to stay, but God....she hoped he wouldn't leave. She couldn't do this alone.

"I uh.... I'm pregnant."

"You're.." Colt looked at her, chills went down his spine. He didn't know when it happened. He feared the day this might happen. All the training Hydra did.. all the deconditioning that Shield had done, none of it could have ever prepared him for this. "Pregnant.. you mean.." He dropped to his knees in front of her, hands going to her stomach, resting there softly. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her stomach. "Then I will make sure you both are taken care of."