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A dangerous fight || Captain America [Captain America: The Winter Soldier]

It was a dark time for New York City, a city Captain America had fought tirelessly to protect. This time, however, the threat wasn't a terrorist or an invading force—it was something much worse, something that targeted the most innocent. The villain, a twisted, deranged monster, was preying on children, luring them into the shadows, and killing them in ways that turned Steve Rogers' stomach.

The media had dubbed him "The Collector," a maniac who found pleasure in raking what the world held most dear. But it wasn't just death he sought. The Collector's crimes were deeply disturbing, each child's death more horrifying than the last. He left grotesque messages for the public, making sure everyone knew how fragile their safety was.

Steve had seen horrors on the battlefield, but this...this was different. It was personal. It was evil in its purest form. He had been tracking The Collector for weeks, working with Y/n, who had joined him in the fight to stop this monster. They were both desperate to put an end to the nightmare.

The latest lead had taken them to an old, decaying warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The building was a labyrinth of rusting metal and crumbling brick, with dim, flickering lights casting eerie shadows along the walls. It was the kind of place where evil could thrive in the darkness.

Y/n stayed close to Steve as they moved silently through the building. Every step felt heavier, the weight of the lives they were trying to save pressing down on them. Somewhere in this hellish place, The Collector had taken his latest victims—children, no older than ten. The clock was ticking.

"I can't believe anyone could do this," Y/n muttered, their voice barely above a whisper. Their hands were shaking, but they kept their composure. This mission was too important for fear to take over.

"People like him..." Steve's voice was grim, his jaw clenched. "They're broken beyond repair."

They entered a large, open area of the warehouse, and that's when they saw it. A sickening scene that made Y/n's breath catch in their throat. Littered across the floor were discarded toys, torn and bloodied, a grim reminder of the children who had once played with them. Steve's hands tightened into fists as he scanned the room, his heart pounding. Somewhere, the sound of faint, terrified whimpering echoed.

Y/n's eyes locked onto a small figure huddled in the corner of the room—a child, no older than eight, shaking with fear. Without hesitation, Y/n rushed forward, but as they reached the child, the lights flickered again. And then, there was a voice. Cold. Calculated. Sadistic.

"Well, well, look who decided to join the party," The Collector's voice echoed from the shadows. His presence filled the room like a poisonous fog. Steve's eyes scanned the darkness, his shield raised, ready for a fight.

The Collector stepped forward, emerging from the shadows. He was tall and gaunt, his eyes hollow and devoid of any humanity. His smile sent a chill down Y/n's spine, a twisted grin that hinted at the pleasure he took in his crimes. In his hands, he held a knife stained with blood—a cruel reminder of the lives he had taken.

"You're too late, Captain," The Collector sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "They're already mine."

Steve's heart raced, but his face remained stone-cold. "Not if I have anything to say about it."

The fight erupted without warning. Steve charged forward, his shield flying toward The Collector with deadly precision, but the villain was fast, slipping into the shadows and reappearing behind them. He moved with an unnatural agility, his laughter echoing in the empty warehouse like a ghost.

Y/n was quick to react, grabbing the child and pulling them behind cover, keeping them out of harm's way. "Stay here. Don't move," Y/n whispered urgently, their heart pounding as they watched Steve face off against the monster.

The fight was brutal. The Collector fought with a sadistic ferocity, using the shadows to his advantage, darting in and out of sight, slashing at Steve with his bloodstained knife. Steve fought back with everything he had, his shield clashing against the metal and stone of the warehouse, but The Collector was elusive, always one step ahead.

"You can't protect them all, Captain," The Collector taunted, his voice echoing in the darkness. "You're just delaying the inevitable."

Steve gritted his teeth, his muscles straining as he blocked another vicious attack. "I'll stop you," he growled, his voice filled with determination.

But then, in the chaos of the fight, Y/n's worst fear was realized. A child's scream pierced the air—another victim, hidden in the shadows, caught in the clutches of The Collector. Y/n's heart dropped, and before they could think, they bolted from their cover, racing toward the sound.

"No!" Steve shouted, but it was too late.

Y/n reached the child just as The Collector turned his attention toward them, his knife gleaming in the dim light. The child sobbed, their tiny hands clutching onto Y/n, desperate for protection. Y/n stood their ground, their body shielding the child from the villain's cruel gaze.

"You're not going to hurt anyone else," Y/n said, their voice trembling with a mixture of fear and rage.

The Collector laughed, a cold, empty sound. "Brave, but foolish."

He lunged toward them, his knife aimed for Y/n's throat, but in a blur of motion, Steve was there, his shield deflecting the blow. The impact sent The Collector stumbling back, his smile faltering for the first time.

Steve didn't waste a second. He moved in, delivering a crushing blow to The Collector's chest with his shield. The villain let out a gasp of pain, collapsing to the ground, his knife clattering out of his hand.

Breathing heavily, Steve stood over The Collector, his shield raised, ready to end the nightmare once and for all. But something in the villain's eyes changed—an unsettling calm washed over him, as if he knew something they didn't.

"You can't stop it," The Collector whispered, a sick smile creeping back onto his face. "There will always be more like me."

Steve's grip on his shield tightened, his face etched with disgust. "Not if I can help it."

With a final, brutal strike, Steve knocked The Collector unconscious, his body collapsing onto the cold, bloodstained floor. The fight was over, but the weight of the horror they had witnessed lingered in the air.

Y/n knelt by the children, their hands shaking as they tried to comfort them, to shield them from the horror they had just been pulled from. "You're safe now," Y/n whispered, their voice thick with emotion. "You're going to be okay."

Steve approached, his eyes filled with a mixture of relief and sorrow. "You did good, Y/n," he said quietly, placing a reassuring hand on their shoulder. "We saved them."

But the victory felt hollow. They had saved these children, yes, but the damage The Collector had done would linger long after his capture. The scars would remain, both on the children and on themselves.

As they led the survivors out of the warehouse, the weight of the night pressed down on them, the darkness of what they had witnessed settling deep in their bones. But even in the face of such horror, they knew they had to keep fighting. Because in a world where monsters like The Collector existed, the innocent needed someone to protect them.

And Captain America, along with Y/n, would always be there to answer the call.