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Chapter Three: Show Monkey

The gym had always been Steve's sanctuary. A place where he could unleash the storm of emotions raging within him without fear of judgment or reprisal. He attacked the punching bag with relentless fury, each blow a cathartic release of pent-up frustration.

Images of Sarah's first photoshoot after leaving her old life behind flashed through his mind, her beauty transcendent as she posed for the camera with effortless grace and poise. He had seen the pictures plastered across billboards and magazine covers, each one more breathtaking than the last. But as beautiful as those photos were, they paled in comparison to the real-life vision of Sarah that haunted his thoughts.

It only served to fuel his rage, the knowledge that she was so close yet so far out of reach driving him to the brink of madness. He remembered a particular interview where he himself had been in the hot seat, forced to answer questions about his relationship with Sarah and her sister, Sharon.

"Me and Sarah? No, no, no. That's not... We're friends. We're just very good friends," he had answered the interviewer, his words coming out stilted and forced.

And when asked about his relationship with Sharon, he had replied politely, "Yes. Sharon and I are very happy, thank you."

The memories burned like hot coals in his mind, fuelling the fire of his rage until almost consuming him completely. With a primal roar of frustration, Steve delivered one final blow to the punching bag, sending it flying off its hinges with a resounding crash. Sand spilled from the torn seams of the bag, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake as it collided with the far wall.

Steve unwrapped the bandages from his hands, fingers trembling with fatigue. As the layers fell away, angry purple bruises bloomed across his knuckles. A small, grim smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The pain felt right, felt earned. Each throb of his battered hands was a sort of penance… punishment for sins he couldn't quite name but felt bone-deep. He flexed his fingers, relishing the sharp ache that pierced up his arms.

For those few moments of controlled agony, Steve felt a fleeting sense of absolution, unaware that he was caught in a cycle of self-destruction masquerading as therapy. He glanced up as Fury entered the gym, his presence unexpected.

"Apologies for disrupting your training," Fury said, his tone strangely hesitant.

Steve raised an eyebrow at Fury's unusual expression, a flicker of concern crossing his features. Fury was not one to beat around the bush, which could only mean that whatever he had to say was of the utmost importance… or unpleasant.

"It's fine," Steve replied, using the interruption as an excuse to take a much-needed break. He wiped the sweat from his brow, his gaze never leaving Fury's face.

"I'm here to remind you that you're contractually obligated to–"

"Yes, I know what I signed up for."

Steve had grown weary of the endless bureaucracy and red tape that seemed to plague his every move since accepting the arrangement.

Fury nodded, handing Steve a folder. "Our lawyers would like you to review this revised contract and return it before morning.”

Steve accepted the folder, quickly skimming the contents. As he reached the end, his eyes narrowed in disbelief at the attached NDA.

“A non-disclosure agreement?” he scoffed, tossing the folder back. “I don’t think so.”

“You knew what this would entail, Cap. You knew you’d potentially have to do things you don’t want to. I’m not saying it’s easy, but…”

"I was a show monkey once," Steve stated bitterly, "I'm not doing it again."

Fury's expression softened at Steve's words, a flicker of understanding passing between them. He knew all too well the toll that fame and celebrity had taken on Steve in the past, and he respected his reluctance to relive those painful memories.

"I’m sorry," Fury said simply, his tone respectful. "But you should know that this isn't negotiable. The NDA is a requirement for all parties involved."

Steve clenched his jaw, his resolve hardening as he met Fury's gaze. "If you’re really sorry, you’ll get me out of this… Or find someone else to play these games.”
 


Later, the Avengers Compound buzzed with anticipation as paparazzi and fans crowded outside, their voices blending into a cacophony of excitement and chaos. Word had spread like wildfire that Sarah Carter would be taking up residence at the compound, much to the delight of nearby fans.

The day before, Tony had briefed the team on Sarah's impending arrival, warning them to expect chaos from fans and paparazzi alike. Sam beamed with excitement at the prospect, his enthusiasm contagious as he looked forward to the inevitable pandemonium.

"Never been happier to be a part of the team," Sam exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Beside him, Bucky chuckled silently at the sentiment.

"Sam, Bucky, let's be on our best behaviour, shall we?" Tony reprimanded, his tone stern as he reminded them of the importance of maintaining order in the midst of the frenzy.

Steve, however, couldn't muster the same enthusiasm as his teammates.

"This place is gonna be a circus!" he exclaimed. “How is anyone supposed to get any work done around here?” But his words rang hollow, his true concerns lying much deeper than mere logistical chaos.

As he stood outside near the entrance, he watched with a heavy heart as a sleek black limousine pulled up to the front of the compound. The fans erupted into cheers and chants as Sarah emerged from the car, her expression melancholic.

She struggled at first to navigate through the throng of people, but the doorman and other aides quickly stepped in to assist, ensuring her safe passage from the car to the foyer. As she disappeared from view, Steve couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by sadness at the mere sight of her.

Once inside, Sarah turned around, her gaze locking with Steve's across the crowded room. There was a fleeting moment of recognition between them, a silent acknowledgment of the painful history that bound them together.

"Welcome home, Sarah," he said under his breath.

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Tony stood at the podium, his expression carefully composed as he addressed the gathered press at the Avengers Compound.

"Today, we welcome our beloved Sarah Carter back into the fold," he read from his notes, his voice projecting with authority.

But before he could continue, Christine Everhart, a journalist known for her tenacity and sharp wit, interrupted with a pointed question.

"I'm sorry. The black sheep of the family becomes a Hollywood starlet, then suddenly decides to quit the glam life to be an Avenger? I don't buy it," she remarked, her tone dripping with scepticism.

Tony's jaw clenched at the remark, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features as he fought to maintain his composure.

"Thanks for that, Christine," he replied through gritted teeth at her blatant disregard for decorum. "Firstly, she's not 'quitting the glam life', nor is she becoming an Avenger.”

“Then what is she doing at the compound?”

“If you’d just give me a second to finish my sentence… At S.H.I.E.L.D., we consider each other family. And Sarah forms part of that family. Always has, always will."

But Christine remained unmoved by Tony's words, her scepticism evident in the tilt of her head and the curve of her lips. "Yeah, that’s touching, Uncle Tony. But we'd like to hear it from her.”

For a moment, Tony was left speechless, caught off guard by Christine's relentless interrogation. He knew that Sarah would have to address the press eventually, but he had hoped to shield everyone from the scrutiny for just a little while longer. Now, it seemed that his carefully laid plans had been derailed, leaving him scrambling to pick up the pieces.
 


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