I'm Iron Man, And I'm Agent Coulson

Chapter 50 Tony and Sitwell

"She warned us..." Nat whispered, and covered her mouth to keep from gasping out loud.
Hydra agents walked around above their heads, searching the debris for their bodies. She recognized Rumlow's voice shouting orders, demanding they be found, especially her and (y/n), but he seemed more fixated on (y/n), saying she was too dangerous to leave alive, and Pierce wanted her body.
She saw Steve's dirt covered jaw clench, and pull (y/n)'s unconscious form closer, protecting her, but it terrified her and made her angry to learn Brock's entire team were the agents searching for them.
Rumlow really was Hydra, along with the entire special ops team, spread out all over the place, but she was more worried about (y/n), and the future of SHIELD.
They weren't just following orders, but a part of some unknown agenda and she never suspected, and not only were these people hellbent on taking over the world, but they wanted (y/n).
Maybe they knew something about (y/n), something none of them understood, at least not yet, and she feared it had to do with whatever gift (y/n) believed she had.
If this was all true then all of them had unwittingly become part of another organization no better than the KGB she left behind, but now that they knew, there was nothing left to do, but stop the inevitable from happening.

She quickly glanced at Steve, who held (Y/n)'s broken body in his arms, shielding her. She was alive, but neither of them could assess what internal injuries or head injuries she may have, not when they were rendered damn near useless.
Nat had desperately tried to push (y/n) off when she threw her body over her's, but she wasn't strong enough and Cap's shield could only protect them so much, and the thirty pound block of stone hit her square in the back.

"I think they're leaving," Steve whispered, lifting (y/n) closer to his chest.
"She needs medical attention, we should somehow get her to Tony," Nat lamented, following Steve's movements upstairs.
"As much as she trusts Tony, and cares for him..." Steve grunted, pushing some of the concrete away and finally smelling fresh air, "I don't know if I do, and that's the first place they'll look."
"Steve, he would do anything for her, at least he can protect her, while we save what's left of SHIELD and stop Project Insight," Nat reasoned, stepping out into the night sky, "she's going nowhere, not like this.."
"You know she won't stand by, or let us go alone. She's a part of this Natasha, besides I already have a place in mind," Steve quipped, while he kicked debris aside and headed for the truck. He carefully loaded (y/n) up in the backseat, and pushed some hair off her face, as she moaned out in pain.
He briefly admitted to himself that her ferocity, and loyalty knew no bounds, and he leaned on it a lot lately.
He feared for her, and the seemingly endless warnings she gave them, but he knew firsthand she wasn't going to stop fighting, not when those important to her would keep going.
She told him to trust her rage, which is something he'd never heard before, from anyone, and didn't exactly know what it meant, but he believed her once her eyes flashed a color he'd seen before, lending creedence to the so-called ability she believed she had.
He still didn't know if he fully believed it, putting it down to just being hyper aware of her surroundings, but after South Carolina, and what happened on the carrier in New York, he remembered the carrier shaking, and equipment moving, as (y/n) momentarily lost herself in grief, and the dramatic change in her eyes, he began to believe.
Then in the hallway in hospital, the glass windows began cracking as she stepped up to Rumlow, startling even him with the amount of ferocity in her voice. He could almost feel it, smell it in the air, creating a bombardment of heat and tension. He felt that same uncomfortable flame on the carrier, and all of it came from her.
Steve had seen some weird things, but having one of the few people he trusted be one of them, was alarming, and forced him to look at her in more ways than one.
"Steve?" Natasha asked.
"Let's go, then we'll head to SHIELD and take it back. We need to stop those helicarriers before the get into the air..." He commanded, before glancing at (y/n) one more time, and climbed into the truck, "we'll ditch the truck a few miles away from where we're headed, and find something else.."