Steve rushes forward and pulls one of the grated covers from the floor, Natasha and y/n hopping in it before Steve joins them, holding his shield above his head to prevent any of them from getting hit.
Rubble began pilling upon them, the dust making it hard to see.
Steve audibly groans as he pushes off all the debris that had piled up on top of his shield. y/n was holding onto Natashawho had passed out, y/n herself had been hit a few times but was able to hold onto consciousness.
"you alright?" Steve asks as he claims slightly out the crevis the three were crammed into.
"Yeah," y/n says between coughs.
Steve offers down a hand to help her up, she takes it as she lugs Natasha's knocked form out of the hole and onto the solid ground before following. There was lots of fire and debris everywhere. y/n lets out another round of coughs, her joints aren't gonna like all this dust. Steve had picked up Natasha bridal style whilst glancing about trying to find the safes way out. y/n, using heat signatures, was about to find one. She grabs onto steves arms and directs him to the path, the two begin to walk carefully out the debris, not wanting more injuries. However, they didn't really have a choice as approaching lights knew they were gonna get found.
They quickly bolted out of there before the jets arrived.
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By daylight, they had made it to their destination. Natasha having woken up finally. Steve knocked on the door, apparently, they were at Sam's house.
The door opens to Sam himself, he must have been surprised to find three beat-up and dirty adults on his doorstep.
"Hey man," Sam says, concern lacing his voice.
"I'm sorry about this. We need a place to lay low." Steve says seriously.
"Everyone we know is trying to kill us," Natasha says flatly.
"Not everyone," Sam says as he moves out the way, letting the tree walk into his house before closing it behind them.
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y/n had had a quick clean of herself and cleaned up her clothes so they weren't as messy. Natasha and Steve had taken the guest's room upstairs. After y/n had cleaned herself up she had decided to go downstairs and provide some company for the slightly paranoid Sam.
The only thing y/n really had left to do was to try and fix the hole filled with a USB in her arm.
Sam was stood in the living room, leaned up against a wall, and staring out a window. y/n was sat at the table, she puts her broken arm on the table before unwrapping the bandages, she takes the USB out, to give to Natasha later, the whole was relatively deep, she had gotten the wires reconnected all she needed was to fix the whole to prevent further damage.
"Hey sam" y/n called over to him.
"what's up?" he asks back.
"do you have any scrap metal I could use?" She asks, using her swiss army knife to fix the edges up.
"uh, i don't think I do" Sam answers questionably, he peaks over y/ns shoulder to see her arm but doesn't say anything. He goes upstares for a moment before coming back down, Natasha and Steve in tow.
Steve sits at the table with y/n while Nat was leaned up against the counter behind her, Sam was stood in the kitchen preparing some food. Before Natasha sit however before Nat sits down, she passes something to y/n. It was the tracker she had put on Natasha a while back. But she didn't say anything about it.
"So, who at S.H.I.E.L.D. could launch a domestic missile strike?" Natasha questions.
"Pierce," Steve mumbles out.
"Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world." Nat gets up from her lean and paces back and forth. y/n puts her swiss army knife away again and rewraps her arm before passing back the USB to Natasha, who takes it gratefully.
"But he's not working alone. Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian star." Steve states.
"So was Jasper Sitwell." y/n pipes in, Steve and Natasha both look at y/n with questionable facial expressions.
Steve lets out a breath," so the real question is, how to do three most wanted people in Washington kidnap a S.H.I.E.L.D. officer in broad daylight?" Steve ponders.
Sam walks out of the kitchen, a file in his hand. "The answer is, you don't" Sam puts the file down on the table.
Steve sits up in his seat, "what's this?"
"Call it a resume," Sam responds.
The tree gathers around the file to get a look, "Is this Bakhmala?" Natasha questions, "the Khalid Khandil mission, that was you? You didn't say he as was a Pararescue."
Steve takes the picture from, Natasha, "is this Riley?"
"Yeah" responds quietly.
"I heard they couldn't bring in the chopper because of the RPG's. What did you use a stealth chute?" Natasha questioned.
"No, these" Sam says as he picks up the file.
"I thought you said you were a piolet," Steve said in bewilderment.
"I never said piolet"
Steve shakes his head, "I can't ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason. "
"Dude, Captain America needs my help. Theirs no better reason to get back in. " Sam says truthfully, a smile slides onto y/ns face.
"Where can we get our hands on one of these things?" Steve asked.
"The last one is at Fort Meade. Behind the guarded gates and a 12-inch steel wall." Sam says, slightly losing hope. Natasha shrugs her shoulders as If to the way it would be easy.
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Heartworm
Fanfictiony/n, an assassin for hire ends up being taken by S.H.E.I.L.D and given another chance by Fury to become a better person. She's put on the avenger's team to give back to the people she was supposedly taking from and ends up making a few friends. Tho...
