𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄. STEVE ROGERS

DANCING FLAMES

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Wings of fire sprout from my shoulder blades as the wind blows hard on my face. I scream in excitement, finally getting thrill running in my veins after so long. I dip down, following Steve's shadowed figure as he lands near one of the fences that secured the facility.

"Boo," I say as I land, startling Steve who had been intently watching the guards patrol the area. He turns around with a furious look on his face.

"I told you to stay back!"

"I don't have to listen to you!"

"You're going to get hurt!"

"You're also going to get hurt!"

"I— Fine,"

I cheer silently, before looking over at the sudden loud noise. Three covered trucks rumble as they move to the front gates, stopping for the security guard at the front. I glance at Steve who seems to have the same thought as me, and we silently sneak into the back part of the last truck. Steve heaves the door open and we scramble in, closing the door like nothing had happened.

Darkness consumes us and I create a little flame on my finger just as the truck begins to move. I see Steve's face and I know he was forcing himself not to ask about my powers. Taking a deep breath, I make the flame in my finger dance as I open my mouth to speak.

"I never really wanted these powers you know," I said, completely focused on my dancing little flame. Behind the flame, I could see Steve perk up, his blue eyes twinkling from the light. "I was born with them, and when your father was the leader of a mafia group that just makes it even worse,"

"I—"

The door opens before Steve or I could say anything.  A curious guard peeks in, and I immediately freeze, extinguishing the tiny flame. Steve punches the guard, his fist smashing in his face. The guard immediately drops down on the ground and Steve jumps out, extending a hand over to me. I grab it, hopping down beside him.

"We'll talk about this later," He whispers in my ear, before quickly adding, "If you want,"

I give a small grin and a nod to assure Steve before spotting two Hydra guards that were prodding a group of prisoners that begrudgingly moved forward. We move in the shadows, my black suit making it easier for me to camouflage than Steve's whirl of red, blue, white and army green. Eventually they enter the barracks except for one guard who stayed out to survey the area.

We creep over to the guard, and I punch him in the face just like Steve did before. He crumples to the ground before he has a chance to even speak. I stifle a chuckle as I look at the guard's hilarious unconscious face, gently settling him down on the floor, his back against the wall.

"Come on," Steve says, and I follow him into the barracks. "We—"

I clamp his mouth shut and pull him back into the shadows just as another guard approaches the entrance. I pull my hand away, and Steve grips the baton that formerly belonged to the unconscious Hydra guard tightly as Steve swings it over at the other guard.

The guard falls down beside his partner with a thump. We don't give him a second glance as we race down the cages, running into the supposed warden of this prison. Well at least that what it said on his badge. Nevertheless, Steve swung the baton at the warden and he falls down an entire floor, slamming onto the top of a cage.

"Pfft." I giggle at the warden as the prisoners in the cage that the warden fell upon jump up to look at us. They stare at us with shock and I recognise a few familiar faces.

"Hi," Steve says awkwardly. I wave at them just as awkwardly.

"Lieutenant! And who might you be?" The man I recognise as Gabriel Jones, salutes to me before turning to Steve with a raised eyebrow, seemingly judging the suit and shield.

"Um...I'm Captain America," I facepalm just as the excitement of someone saving them dies from the prisoner's faces.

"Great god," I mutter.

. . .

We managed to get every prisoner out soon enough with the keys I had snitched from the warden. The prisoners now free and were crowded around Steve and I, chattering amongst themselves excitedly despite the glaze over their eyes that showed they had experienced something horrible.

"Is that everyone?" I hear Steve ask one prisoner called Falsworth.

"They did take a number of the men to isolation ward. I'm afraid we haven't seen them since,"

Steve looks over to me, and I was ready to say we couldn't risk it when I saw the pleading look on his face. I looked around the crowd and couldn't see Bucky's face anywhere and I consider the option. Giving a sigh, I nod to Steve as confirmation. He nods back, handing Falsworth grenades and a pistol.

"The tree line's northwest, about 80 yards from the gate. From there, just follow the creek bed," Steve turns to leave and I hurry over to follow him. "I'll meet you in the clearing with anybody I find inside."

Jones stops us with a shout.

"Wait. You sure you know what you're doing?"

"He's knocked over Adolf Hitler about two hundred times, Jones!" I cry out, not bothering to look over and continue walking with a amused Steve looking over to me with a grin.

"Of course I have,"

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