I Still Believe In Heroes

Chapter Sixteen

"I'm not jealous," Dean mutters under his breath for what seemed like the four thousandth time.

"One more comment and I'm using this shield against you instead of the agents in this base." Sam threatens as they turn a corner into a dimly lit hall.

"This isn't a good place to go down." Dean states. "It's too dangerous, let the others take this one."

"Dean!" Sam screeches while turning and pushing his chest in anger. "Shut the hell up, please! I get that it's your stupid job to protect me and I thank you but I swear to god if you say one more comment, I will kill you."

"You couldn't." Dean rolls his eyes.

"Go that way." Sam orders while pointing to a hall that led to the left side of the building. "Please."

"I'm not just going to-"

"Dean." Sam seethes while pulling out her gun and pointing it at his forehead. "Go."

"Fine fine. You don't have to get your panties in a twist." Dean mutters before turning to walk down the hall that Sam pointed at.

"Thank you," Sam whispers before continuing down the hall.

She had only taken a few steps when hands grabbed her by the waist and dragged her into a room off the side of the hall, the door slams and locks as the lights are flipped on. Sam blinks a few times before looking up at the person who had grabbed her, instantly everything in her hands drops to the ground.

"G-grant?" Sam stutters while stumbling back. "I...how?"

"I should be asking you the same thing," Grant smirks while leaning against the door, crossing his arms with a raise of his eyebrows. "Nice get up."

"Y-you too," Sam whispers and shakes her head.

"You seem...nervous." Grant teases.

"Well, I've heard the rumors." Sam shrugs. "I've heard what you've become."

"Don't sell yourself short, Samantha." Grant tuts while waving his finger. "There are rumors about you too."

"I figured." Sam sighs.

"But there's a reason I pulled you into this room, besides catching up." Grant finally states after a few seconds.

"And that is?" Sam raises her eyebrows.

"I'll take you to half the team, the other half is being rescued by the people you came with." Grant sighs while opening the door. "We can catch up at our old meeting place, how's that sound?"

"Great," Sam mumbles while picking up her gun and the shield. "What's going to happen to you if you get caught?"

"Just like the olden days, they won't." Grant chuckles.

"Right. The olden days," Sam whispers with a small smile gracing her lips. "Lead the way."

Slowly, they both walk out of the room, Grant in front and Sam in the back, each of them walking back to back, just like they had so many years before. "Hey, Grant," Sam whispers, he grunts in reply. "Are you ever going to come back? I mean...we could start over, you don't have to work for Hydra anymore."

Grant stays silent for what seems like years but was only a minute or two. "I don't think I'd be welcomed back. I did some pretty shitty stuff."

"I heard." Sam shrugs. "But, I could vouch for you."

"No. I'll just pull you under." Grant shakes his head. "Don't even think about it."

"Ya know, I've learned to really hate when people tell me-"

Grant interrupts Sam by pushing her towards a door that was on lockdown at the end of the hall, just as footsteps could be heard a few feet back. "Five minutes, I'll get you a path. That's all I can do." Grant orders while opening the door for her. "The rest is up to you."

Sam sighs while looking back at the group behind the door, who were lazily staring back at her, she quickly pulls Grant in for a hug and kisses him. "Don't you die, you hear?"

"Yes, ma'am." Grant smirks before she backs up and he starts to shut the door on her, leaving it slightly open in the end. Sam turns to see half of the Avengers staring at her in awe, Sam slowly waves before walking over to the controls. She purses her lips and quickly slaps a button. After a few seconds, machines start whirring around and each Avenger is released from whatever prison they had been kept in.

"Oh thank god." Sam sighs as some of them begin the stand, helping each other up as they went. "I thought that was a torture button or something."

"Who are you?" The famous Steve Rogers questions, his eyes slowly going to the shield in her arms.

"Right, this belongs to you." Sam laughs while passing him his shield. "The rest of your weapons are back at the ol' Stark base that we came from."

"That doesn't answer the question." The archer replies.

"Right, hi! I'm Samantha Mills, but most people call me Sam." She smiles as her eyes scan over the crowd, landing on the Winter Soldier who was staring at her intently; as if he had recognized her for some reason. Sam clears her throat and tears her gaze away from him. "Well, my window is open now to get you out of here. So uh, let's go."

"Did you know that agent?" Steve questions as Sam opens the door.

"Uh, yeah." Sam nods. "We were close, very close."

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Sorry for not updating, I've been super busy lately but I'm really trying guys.

Also wrote this on my phone so I really can't tell if there are errors, oops?

-Author Out