Marvel rp: Post-Civil War ENDGAME SPOILERS

(I just want to say that it's a little confusing for me b/c in the comics, Maria was director of Shield during civil war and she wanted Cap to side w/ the government, but he didn't. But then in the movies, Shield is underground but no one knows it still exists (except maybe Maria) but she is now at Stark industries. So I kind of rpd as if Cap still knows that shield exists underground, but he thinks Maria is still in charge? And doesn't known that coulson is alive and the one in charge. Like, I'm guessing we're not even bringing director Mace into this? XD)

Cap:

Steve looked at the others and then, sighing, he pushed open the screen door of the house and went inside to get together a bag. He didn't have much, considering they'd been on the run, but he had a duffle and he just threw some protein bars into it, his one change of clothes, and his uniform. Then his hand touched an old flip phone on the side table, one identical to the one he'd given Stark. A phone you could throw away and couldn't be tracked. He picked it up, thoughts running wild in his mind.

Bucky:

"What are you thinking?" Bucky followed Steve into the room and grabbed his backpack. "You're staring at that phone like you want to use it..."

Cap:

Steve put the phone down for a second and turned around to his friend. "I don't know. Things haven't exactly gotten any better, and you know I don't like asking for help, but maybe it's time we call in bigger forces." Bucky was about the protest, but Steve held up his hand. "I'm not saying we call in the government. I'm not saying we get the public or the military involved. I'm saying... I've still got contacts with someone who might be able to help us."

Bucky:

"So you do want to use it," Bucky muttered half under his breath. "You know what happens when we get other people involved in business they don't understand. We practically had a civil war not too long ago because the government was trying to tell us what to do. Now we're on the run, trying to stay hidden, and you want to be found?" He brushed his hand through his hair, his metal hand clenched at his side. "Is it even someone we can trust?" he asked at last.

Cap:

Steve's hand drifted back towards the phone. He hadn't used it since he left Stark that message, but he had kept it with him just in case. For emergencies. And now seemed like an emergency. They needed to track down some people and save their friends. You couldn't always do everything alone, even if you wanted to. "Buck, I don't like this anymore than you, but think about what's going on. They've got Alyona." And we could use the transportation, if anything. "I don't know if I can trust anyone but you and the team, but this person owes me a favor. And if she knows what's best for her, she won't give us up."

Bucky:

"So? Who is it?" he asked reluctantly. Steve was calling the shots. And he knew better than to argue with the soldier who'd had his back for more battles than he could count. Steve was the one person he trusted, the one person he'd jump through flames for.

Cap:

He swallowed, already dialing. "Maria Hill. Ex-director of S.H.I.E.L.D." It was a risk he had to take. They'd had a bit of an argument about sides during the war, and she probably hated his guts as much as he hated hers, but they still had the sort of relationship help me, help you, and it worked. So he held the phone to his ear and waited. He hoped she wouldn't be too surprised to hear his voice.

(Haha, yeah. Usually I don't do hugeee posts, but I felt like I needed to add some background there xD
But no problem, lol. You don't have to be an expert rper. It's just for fun xD
And okay, cool, haha.

I'll reply soon.)

(Don't worry about it.
And MCU)

Cap:

He held the phone to his ear and let out a breath when she picked up. Part of him wondered if she even would. As much as he wasn't expecting to call her - or anyone - she probably wasn't expecting a call, especially not from him. "Maria. It's Steve." He paused, heart racing in his chest.

(I've gotta go. I await your reply!)

(I believe it's farmland? A reserve? Tals knows the place, but I can't remember xD)

Cap:

"You know I wouldn't call just to say hi," he said, frowning into the phone. He sat down on the edge of the bed and glanced over at Bucky, who was eying him very carefully. "Especially not nowadays, when it's a crime to show my face." He let out a sigh. "I need to ask a favor." He'd wait for her response before he told her what the favor was, just in case she wasn't willing to help a 'vigilante' like himself. It was all about trust - and sometimes trust was hard to come by, even if it was a person you'd been able to rely on in the past. Alliances changed, people changed; he knew that more than most.

(that it for the night?)

"Yes. You can trust me." Hill wondered what the point of that question was; after all, she was a spy. She had to know how to lie effectively. Rogers had no way of knowing whether she was being truthful or not. "So, what is it? For all I know, the FBI is about to break my door down and demand to know who I'm talking to, and that won't end well for either of us. Frankly, if I were FBI, I would have already done that." She rolled her eyes as she remembered that, after having all the agents trailing her ICERed by Melinda May, it took those inepts over three minutes to get eyes on her again, and none of them even knew May had been there, despite a rather lengthy conversation.

(so close to Coulson I'm getting hype)

(At what point will we need RM before we can progress further?)

Cap:

Steve got up from the bed and began to pace around the room, nodding to himself in the process. He knew they were just words, but words were going to have to do. He'd have to take them for what they were. "Well, I'm glad you're not the FBI, then," he breathed into the phone. "That would have been an embarrassing mistake on my part, thinking I had the freedom to call a friend." His sarcasm ran thick; he'd lost his basic rights when the government started to call him a vigilante, a criminal, a villain. He cleared his throat. "So, the reason I called: I need a favor to ask of S.H.I.E.L.D. I don't care what the public says; I know S.H.I.E.L.D is still lurking in the shadows, and I know you know where they are. For all I know, you're still working with them right now." He stared across the room at Bucky and stopped his pacing. "We need a ride and a few extra hands. What do you say?"

(you can still trace a burner phone if you have the number and it's in the process of a call)
(Also, Daisy is an elite hacker)

"Technically, I don't know where they are; that's classified. I do, however, have a way to contact the director. The team should be there relatively soon, but it could take up to twenty hours if they're in the wrong place. I'll have them give you a call. Keep your phone on. One last thing: I work for Stark now, so it would probably be best for both of us if we forget this call ever happened."
She snapped the phone shut and put it in her bag. She grabbed a different burner and dialed Coulson's number.
"Hill."
"Coulson. Please tell me this is the burner and not your hand."
"Don't diss the hand. The hand is cool."
"Coulson, you look like a five-year-old playing pretend."
"That's the genius of it. The enemy never knows it's real."
"Coulson."
"It's the burner, you killjoy."
"Thank you."
"What's up?"
Hill paused for a moment. Coulson sensed that something important was about to happen.
"What is it?"
"Cap needs a pick-up. And more manpower."
"You are aware that he thinks I'm dead, right?"
"He took a big risk calling me. I don't know why, but it has to be something big."
"All right."
Hill gave Coulson the number, which he wrote down.
"That's it?"
"Well, with the FBI out for my blood, I figured I'd try to keep my call time with a known fugitive relatively short. Daisy can easily get location from the number."
"Fair point. That it?"
"Yes."
"All right, I'll take care of it."
Hill clicked her phone shut and returned it to her purse.

On the Zephyr, Coulson walked back to the computers and slid the piece of paper over to Daisy.
"I need a location on this number as fast as possible."
"Got it, A.C." Daisy pulled on a headset. Positioning the mic, she dialed.

(True xD I didn't think of that, haha. Also, Daisy is so talented.
Omai )

(Thank you. I am good at RPing conversations and airplanes)

"Hey. Just calling to get a location fix. Stay on the line."
GPS coordinates displayed on the screen as Daisy's trace finished running.
"Oh, convienent. You're pretty close. We'll be there in half an hour. You can hang up now if you want, but don't go anywhere."

(I don't care whether he hangs up or not.)

Coulson told Daisy not to mention his name, wrote down the coordinates and went up to the cockpit.
"Take the Quinjet here. You're picking up Cap and a few others."
"As in Captain America?"
"Yes. He needs a ride and more resources. I just got a call from Hill."
"This should be interesting."
"Daisy's going with you."
May got up and made her way back to the Quinjet to wait for Daisy, and started running through the before-engine-start checklist.

(What's the form for an original character? I'm considering it.)