Mister Rogers ⍟ || Steve Rogers

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Steve wasn't exactly quiet as he slipped in through the window. I heard the soft scrape of his shield as he picked it up, his footsteps careful as he moved along the wall.

I took the opportunity immediately. With a quiet snap of my fingers, I summoned a dim light in my hand. I ominously held it beneath my chin.

"Boo," I smiled.

He jumped when he saw me. His body visibly relaxed as he leaned against the wall, "I don't remember giving you a key."

Fury grunted as he pushed himself up from the recliner, "You really think I'd need one?"

Steve didn't say anything, he was clearly confused. Fury continued, "Just got done going through a load of files, my wife's pretty pissed at me for taking the late shift today," he nudged his head in my direction, "found this one training alone in the gym, we decided to keep you company."

Steve scoffed in disbelief, "I didn't know you had a wi-"

Steve stopped talking as Fury showed him a message he had typed into his device. Steve turned to me, his eyes looking for reassurance. I nodded my head.

Fury had to speak aloud in codes, due to the imposters likely listening in on our conversation. We were currently the only people confirmed to not be HYDRA.

Steve silently looked around, scanning every corner of the room for signs. Fury kept stood from his chair, walking towards Steve, "I'm sorry to have to do this, but I had no place else to crash," as he spoke, he typed more his phone, turning the screen to Steve once more.

Steve thought about his next words carefully, he looked at me, "Did you have any other plans for tonight, Jones?"

I shook my head. We had come to him without a plan.

Steve formed his next question carefully. "So it's just the three of us for tonight?"

"Just us three," Fury repeated, telling him we were the only three people who knew S.H.I.E.L.D. was compromised.

Then, a gunshot sounded and Fury collapsed to the floor with a groan. I ducked and threw a wall in front of myself, shielding myself from the fire. Steve ducked and crawled next to me behind my barrier, I expanded the wall. Once the gunfire ceased, I crawled over to Fury, who was bleeding profusely from his wounds. I took his hand in both of mine, kneeling beside him.

With the little energy he had left, he opened his hand, revealing a hard drive, he choked out, "Don't trust anyone," before his chest fell still.

I dug my fingers into his neck, feeling for a pulse as I listened closely for any breathing. Getting no response, I stood up and faced Steve who was standing. He was looking out the window, I whipped my head around and saw a glimpse of a person, the shooter.

I looked down, my eyes burning with tears, "Please go, find the person who did this." I had failed to hide the crack in my voice.

Steve needed no further instruction. He picked up his shield, jumping out the window and landing into another, sprinting after the fleeing attacker.

A woman barged into the room, holding a gun as she searched the room through the scope, "Captain Rogers?" She called, walking with caution. She immediately lowered her gun after recognizing me and Fury.

The woman swiftly knelt down beside Fury. "I checked for a pulse, negative," I informed.

"Breathing?" she asked, her eyes trained on his chest.

"No."

She stood again, grabbing a walkie-talkie, "Foxtrot is down, he's unresponsive. I need EMTs," She spoke in a panicked voice.