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"God dammit to fuck, Max!" Could be heard from the kitchen in the two story brick house as the red headed, freckled yet tawny complexioned plump owner had to jump over her aging cat to keep from stepping on him. Angelina looked down at the 13 year old Himalayan cat and glared as he finally got up to move out of the way, meowing at her in the process.
"Little old bastard.." She mumbled even though she loved him to death, it just seemed as though he had a death wish whenever it came to getting around her own kitchen.
She let out a sigh before getting back to the counter to cut up the vegetables for her Gumbo. Wilson family recipe from her Mama's side. Angelina always made a pot large enough to feed an army and since it was only her in the house, she would call her dad and other family to grab them some. Since it was going to be too much for her anyway. Hell, she would even give some to the old drunk lady that lived next door.
The Temptations could be heard playing from her iPhone on the table and she was swaying her curvy hips to the music when her left ear twitched. Something or someone was outside her house.. She wasn't expecting company and all her friends knew better then to surprise her, they always knew to either call or text her before even thinking of coming over. Taking precautions, Angelina kept her knife at her side as she moved from the kitchen to the door and when not even halfway to the door, someone knocked.
'At least they knocked instead of kicking it in.' She thought to herself, keeping her hand with the knife behind her back as she peeped through the peep hole. Only to see someone had their hand over it.
"If y'all with the Witnesses, I'm not interested." She exclaimed through the door, holding onto the blade tight. Her senses were on high alert because she lived in a somewhat quiet neighborhood.
"For the last time, I'm with the Mormons. Not the Witnesses." A deep yet familiar voice said back with a chuckle and she only knew one person who could have a come back like that. She unlocked the door, pulling it open to reveal her cousin with two other guys, big guys, behind him.
"Sammy!" Angelina exclaimed, dropping the knife down on the catch all table before jumping into his arms for a bear hug. He laughed and groaned as they fought on who could squeeze the other tightest.
"Good to see you too, Ang." Sam chuckled as he walked into her home, still holding her and setting her back on her feet when they all got in. The blonde man that was behind him smiled at the show of family affection while the long haired brunette had a soft yet sad smile. Like he was remembering something and was saddened by it.
Still with the smile on her face, she closed the door before turning back around to smack her cousin on his arm. And then proceeded to do so all over his arms and chest causing him to cringe and dodge.
"Ow! Hey! Ang, what the hell?!" He yelped, trying to get away from her swinging fists. That actually felt harder compared to the last time her temper flared with him, so much harder that he could feel the bruises forming already.
"Do you know how worried you had everybody?! When your mama heard that you were put in jail, she called me crying and freaking out!" Angelina yelled, stopping her fists just to glare at him and cross her arms under her bust.
"I'm sorry! I'm out now, it was sort of part of a plan. I think?" He tried to explain, looking back at the blonde guy for help as his redheaded baby cousin to laugh while rolling her eyes.
"Who's the dumb ass that came up with that?" And as soon as those words left her mouth, the tall brunette smiled bigger and failed at muffling a laugh as the blonde's ears turned a little red before stepping closer.
"That dumb ass would be me." Angelina looked over at him, taking in his features when it hit her... Her cousin had been talking about a Steve Rogers when she talked to him a while back and this guy looked similar to...
"Holy shit on a cracker, you're Captain America.." She let out, bringing her hand up to cover her eyes.
She really just called Captain America a dumb ass..
There was a moment of silence until Sam had to dodge another fist coming his way. Good thing he did because he was probably close to losing feeling if she landed right.
"I haven't cleaned the house in two days, the least you could have done was call me before coming!" She could damn near hear her Mother's voice in her head now, talking about keeping the house clean at all times. Just for times like this!
"If I had known that, Ang, I would have told you last week but, we kinda had to high tail it and hide." Sam mused with a cocky smirk, standing a good distance away from his cousin. Even considering standing behind the super Soldiers.
Glaring her dark blue eyes at him as her tawny freckled cheeks flushed, she sighed before turning to Steve and the other man with a smile.
"Can I get you gentlemen something to drink? And if my bird brain of a cousin hasn't introduced me yet, I'm Angelina Turley but, feel more then free to call me Angel or Ang."
"Pleasure to meet you and I apologize for the inconvenience. I'm Steve, m'am and this is Bucky." The blonde Captain said with that charming yet shy smile as she turned her attention over at the brunette named Bucky and couldn't help but, scan his body with her eyes.
Bringing her eyes back to his, she saw him smirk a little and felt a slight shudder crawl up her spine. There was something about his gaze. Despite the fact that she could see that was he was tortured soul, there was something dark yet alluring while Steve was just as warm and sweet.
"Ooooh, is that Teetee Bebe's gumbo I smell?" Of course, Sam had to break the moment.
"Yes and don't even think about sticking your finger in for a taste, I'm not even halfway done with it." She picked up the knife from the side table, heading back in the kitchen to get the beers for her guests before getting back to cooking. Once she had everything in the pot, Angelina sat down and made her cousin tell her everything.
Why was he in jail?
Why did they have to hide?
Why is Captain America and his friend in her house?!?!