Like A Bullet {marvel/captain america}

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song for this chapter; hard times by paramore

'walking around with a little cloud, it's hanging over my head and it ain't coming down'

we'll learn more about our polite friend reese in this chapter and what her link to everything is

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{reese's pov}

{the avengers compound}
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I kept running and running, tearing through the air field until my legs ache and my heart was almost bashing out my chest. I didn't know where to run, or where to go. I only had one thing on my mind - getting back to my apartment, and getting what I needed to.

I was flinging cars and helicopters out my way with my hands as I ran, probably causing millions of dollars of damage but nothing that Tony couldn't pay for, but it was until I heard someone jumping over a strewn car door that I was aware that I was being chased.

'Come on, Reese! Just cease and desist!'

'Fuck. Off!' I panted. I was losing energy, but I could see Steve was still easily sprinting behind me as I glanced over my shoulder.

I couldn't stop running. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. All I could think about was getting the evidence against a certain someone out my apartment before he blew me up.

I was almost at the edge of the airfield when I tripped over a pothole, landing face first on the concrete.

'So, maybe I was stupid to try and outrun a super soldier?' I spat blood from my mouth, wiping my nose. I wasn't bleeding too bad but I knocked my lip and caused it to cut.

'You were just stupid to try and run.' He retorted, pulling my face upwards to see the damage. 'Nothing you can't stitch up with your shitty sewing skills.' He added, waving his hand at my back.

I glanced around behind us to see that nobody else was in the surrounding area. They were all probably too busy panicking over Loki to care about a human - a mutant - like myself, and maybe I was lucky, because the only person I had to get through right now was Steve.

But with that said, Steve was twice my size, twice my muscle mass and apparently had an infinite stamina.

'Don't take this personally, Rogers,' I waved my hand, bringing a plane from behind us closer. 'But I really have to go.'

I waved my hand and he went flying back into the plane, hitting it with a grunt and denting the side. He didn't get knocked out but he wasn't quick to get up either, so I wiped my mouth and began clambering over the fence, scratching up my arms on the barbed wire.

I didn't know how far outside the city I was, because we'd flown here - so I assumed pretty damn far. I hadn't flown a plane in my life and there weren't any cars around, so I took a deep breath and began running.

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{Queens, New York}

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Three hours. Two hours of running and one in a lorry with a friendly Texan guy that picked me up hitchhiking, but I'd reached my apartment building. I didn't have my keys or phone, so I had to climb up the fire escape and smash my window.