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Sam Wilson

"Hey, fellas."

"WHAT THE F*CK NATASHA?" I turn around, only to find empty space and a dead Rumlow at our feet. The walls have stopped closing in. 

Steve looks haunted and relieved at the same time. 

"We should get out of here," he whispers. 

And we run from there like hell. 

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