Hellish (Steve Rogers Fan Fiction)

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The HYDRA facility was a large, one-story warehouse that didn't look very active, except Sloane noticed fresh tire tracks in the dirt.

Immediately, she looked for any cameras but she found none. They had to have just gotten here earlier this morning.

The rough wind whipped Sloane's hair around and she moved quickly to get inside, out of the cold.

She was out of flash-bangs and she didn't even have a gun, so Sloane really needed to be careful.

The first door she came to was locked, but she unlocked it, went in, closed it, and locked it again behind herself.

She put her back to the door and looked around. There was a hallway with a few doors connected to it.

The first room was entirely empty and completely dusty, and so was the second and third rooms.

The fourth room, however, had a sleeping agent inside.

Sloane took out the flask in her jacket and looked around for a rag. She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and poured chloroform on to the material.

She placed the handkerchief against the agent's mouth and nose and held it in place as he struggled for a few moments before passing out.

Sloane looked around the room for anything that might be useful and found nothing. She saw the agents gun and took it from him, but only to unload it and return it to him without the clip.

Making her way down the hall, she began to hear quiet talking. It was Russian and she suddenly wished she had learned the language as well as her little brother.

Putting her back to a wall, Sloane peaked around a corner and saw an open room, then about a dozen HYDRA agents and the one person the Avengers had been looking for. Bucky Barnes.

She looked down the hallway she had come from, hearing the softest of noises coming from that direction.

Natasha and Clint were both coming in through the door Sloane had broken in to.

Sloane waved at them and grinned.

"He's here." She mouthed the words to the Avengers.

Natasha relayed the message to Steve, looking back to the door she had just entered. The two former S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were the first ones to enter and they would be leading the rest of the team, who would be entering soon.

When the Widow looked back to Sloane, she was gone.

"Where the hell did she go, Barton?"

"She's going to give us away." Clint grumbled.

Meanwhile, Sloane was sneaking her way through the halls. She made it past the HYDRA agents undetected and now, she was working on getting what she needed.

The hallway split into four ways and Sloane peaked around a corner, looking to the left first. A gun suddenly went off and bullets punctured the concrete wall behind her head.

"Shit!" Sloane moved to stand against the opposite wall.

Moments of silence allowed her to listen to the HYDRA agent who had shot at her.

"We have an intruder." The agent spoke.

"Don't do that." Sloane whined and decided it was now or never to just go for whatever she could do first.

She turned the corner and charged the agent, who didn't see her coming.

As tiny and compact as Sloane was compared to the HYDRA agent, she easily took him to the ground and took the cloth of chloroform out of her pocket.