INFERNO │ Marvel

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The elevator felt too enclosed and Amelia felt trapped. More and more SHIELD agents had entered after the two of them had, including Rumlow and half of the STRIKE team. Steve was managing to keep his cool, despite both of them knowing what a predicament they were in. Amelia wasn't doing so well. JARVIS had notified her through the earpiece that went with her bracelet that her heart rate had spiked considerably, a symptom of her anxiety. She was glad, though, that it wasn't unfounded. She and Steve were having the exact same thoughts.

"Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?" Steve asked. As soon as he did, the guy in front of him whipped out an electric baton and hit him in the stomach. Three more men grabbed him from behind while two snatched Amelia, another hitting a button for an emergency stop of the elevator.

Amelia immediately put one of the men to sleep by overheating his body, while another punched her in the face. She couldn't do anything explosive because Steve, now restrained to the wall with magnetic cuffs, would be could in the crossfire, and she would rather not fry her friend. She whipped two men around the throat with fire and pulled them to the ground, leaving them to writhe in pain as she tried to release Steve from the cuffs.

She released him from one before Rumlow attacked, shocking her in the back with the baton. While Steve attacked men with his free arm and legs, she twisted and grabbed the thing. Ignoring the shock in her hand, she overpowered the electricity with her fire and set the baton alight, then pushing it towards Rumlow's throat. He screamed it pain before pushing her off. That would leave a nasty scar.

Steve managed to pull himself off of the wall and take down the remaining three men in the ten seconds Amelia had been dealing with Rumlow. The corrupt agent faced them, two more batons in his hands.

"Woah, big guy, fiery girl," he tried to calm them. "I just want you to know, Cap, this isn't personal."

He struck at Steve, but Amelia was quicker. She pressed a hand to his already burned throat and one to his cheek and burned him. Once again, he was screaming. The man stuck both the batons to her sized and she seethed in pain. In her moment of weakness, he had pushed her against the wall. Steve pulled him back and knocked him out quickly.

"It kind of feels personal."

"JARVIS, speak to me," she instructed the AI in her bracelet, only giving herself a second to breathe.

"Miss," he spoke in her earpiece. "There are more hostiles approaching on all levels. I would advise the only way out is to fly."

"Great," she remarked, nodded her head to psyche herself up for her next move. Steve moved to grab his shield. "Better hold on tight, Cap. I'm gonna have to carry you."

Without warning, she wrapped her arms around him and smashed through the glass of the window. Steve gripped her tightly as then began free-falling. Not two seconds later, she spread her blazing wings and flew them, as best she could with the added weight, down to the ground.

"Go get your bike," she instructed Steve, noticing more agents in pursuit. "I can't fly you all the way out of here. I'll deal with these guys."

He gave her a quick nod before heading for the garage. She, meanwhile, finally let her power loose. Inferno was unleashed, a huge fiery explosion erupting from her body and knocking back the agents in tactical gear that had gotten too close. She then created a wall of fire between herself and them, not stopping their bullets but keeping them back and worsening their aim as she broke into a run for the bridge.

Steve soon caught up to her on his motorcycle and that was when she flew again, both narrowly escaping the heavy metal doors that closed behind them. Overhead, a jet began to take aim at the pair. Amelia flew atop it, stabbed its roof with a flaming sword, and then channelled her power into that blade to cause it to explode. It collided with the road just as Steve drove by. She let her wings dissipate and fell onto the bike behind him, allowing for a much more discreet getaway.