*Steves POV*

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I tried staying calm as I watched (Y/N) from afar. I saw the knife before she felt it. But I knew she knew Rumlow had lost trust in her innocent appearance after what she said to him. We all heard it through the coms and where on high alert because of that.
I was back at our table and kept starring in her direction to keep her safe. They were dancing to their third song already and had a long conversation before it got awkward which kind of pissed me off. It looked like (Y/N) was trying to make up lost time with the bastard. She smiled and laughed at his jokes and comments about people around them and they even bonded over their favorite weapons at some point. The whole time though she sent me these looks. Sometimes as if she hated that she had to spend the evening with that asshole and other times we looked at each other as if we wanted to rip each others clothes off. The situation got out of hand at some point and I decided it was time for a bathroom break. I had ordered Clint to keep an eye out from the vents and when I returned I saw Brock take his knife out of some hidden holster in his suit jacket.

'Cap, he has a knife. Do you copy?', Clint voiced his concern.

As of now I was trying to warn (Y/N) without having to voice my concern since I was sat at our dinner table again. She looked at me with a knowing gaze before letting it wander over the room as if she was pointing at people with her glances.

'Young, you need to be more specific. Look. Again.'

I decided to fuck the others at my table. She was risking her life so I had to know what she was trying to tell me.

'Clint, Loki, Thor take those fuckers out. NOW.'

'Cap, are you sure? If we attack now (Y/N) could get a knife between her ribs.'

'Take them out silently. Do it damn it. She is in danger guys.'

And they did. I saw how (Y/N) followed their action with shock and tried keeping me away from her and Rumlow. I was furious now. Is she really trying to drag this out now?

'Do you all copy? If so then evacuate as soon as I attack. No civilian left behind. Eliminate Hydra-Members and be careful.'

And thats when I heard (Y/N) gasp out of pain and heard how she crouched down.

'Oh god I am so sorry Brock, I am such a klutz. I think I rolled my ankle.'

She bent down to caress her ankle and whispered in a rush.

'Do NOT attack just yet.'

'(Y/N) this is insane he has ten people surrounding you. And us. He knows we're here. Let's do this before you get hurt.'

That is when Rumlow crouched down to her ear and whispered into it.

'Oh Captain you should learn how to whisper properly. It is a shame this beautiful girl has to die because you used her to get to me.'

With that he grabbed her arm and twisted her back to his chest. The knife against her throat. People began to scream and my team and Brocks' starred at each other with guns pointed. Waiting for instructions.

'Rumlow het her go. It is over, we got you now.',I tried getting him away from her.

'Last time I checked I was a free man and still am. Oh and her? I'll take her with me. Have some fun with her even. Oh look at him! All angry because I got his girl.'

My face contorted in a twisted way and anger filled my body and mind. All I saw was red. All I saw was her in a deadlock, in life threatening danger. Before Rumlow saw what was coming I lunged at him and attacked. He briefly let go of Young and she could get herself out of his grasp. Loki dropped the illusion of her clothes and her suited self was revealed. Her face was still an illusion, keeping her identity still hidden from him. She took out her knives as I took out my shield and the others began fighting hydra members all over the grounds, I could hear battle cries, guns being fired and punches landing, through the coms. Rumlow was still starring between me and Young and I took a step forward as he took one backwards.

I lunged at him as Young tried to get his arms both stuck with hers so he wouldn't move. He spun around so fast and caught her but
(Y/N) didn't seem fazed. She grabbed his leg with both hands as she back flipped with her legs into his face making him stumble back in surprise. I put my arms around his waist and teared him away from her. He was angry as hell now and got away again, naturally. (Y/N), me and Rumlow kept fighting each other until she landed her knee perfectly in his already crooked nose and let him fall to his knees. He was about to get his gun out when she did the same.

She grabbed both her guns and pointed them at him.

'Give up, Brock. It is over. You lost.'

'Who are you?'

'That's a secret I'll never tell, asshole.'

The other were already leading the ten men they had fought off out of the venue and into the heli carrier that got her after Nat contacted Nick. I grabbed Rumlow and held him in a head lock so he couldn't get away. Mariah was helping Loki lead away Brocks little followers when one decided to lash out at Loki. He didn't get far but Loki got hit and lost control over his illusion and revealed (Y/N) to Rumlow involuntarily. Silence fell all over the venue. Everyone waiting for a reaction.

'(Y/N)? Is it really you?'

I  held Rumlow even tighter and felt how he slowly gave up and got heavier in my arms. (Y/N) didn't know what to do and stood there for a good minute before she slightly shook her head and got herself out of her own shock.
She ignored him then. She looked pissed and I knew she was pissed because she had revealed herself to him. Young turned to Mariah that had loaded all the others in the heli carrier and gave her instructions.

'Hill, get him out of my face before I do something stupid. Put him in the Raft as soon as he got his interrogation.'

Rumlow just kept starring at her. Still with disbelieve in his eyes.

'Of course, (Y/N).'

Mariah and some men from Fury took Rumlow away from me and I tried talking to (Y/N).

'Hey, are you okay? You seem a little... pissed? We can head home now it is all- .'

'Shut up and get into quinjet.'

She snapped at me and we all followed her into the quinjet. Some time passed and we were nearing the Compound. Everyone kept quiet and let (Y/N) process what had happened.

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