Saving Steve (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Chapter 9 - Questions

The man with red skin meets your gaze, his head cocking slightly as his stare travels from you to the agents that surround you. You watch as he lifts from the ground, floating. Your eyes widen in shock as he then sinks into the floor, disappearing.

"Keep moving," the agent says roughly, giving you a small shove as you're led to the elevator at the end of the hall.

Once inside, the agent hits a button and the elevator starts to descend. The doors open into underground tunnels, and standing before you is Secretary Ross - a smug and nearly triumphant smirk on his face.

"Take her to interrogation."

Nearly as quickly as all that wrath had consumed you upstairs, it flees as a shiver runs through your body. 

"Interrogation?" you say weakly, glancing around desperately at the security guards at the desk, your eyes pleading for help. 

"Move," scowls one of the agents as he roughly pushes you forward, nearly causing you to trip and fall. 

"Wait! Please! Y-you have the wrong person! I don't know what's going on," you whimper, tears coming to your eyes you feel indescribably helpless, a rough hand pushing you once more.

But no one takes pity on you. You begin trembling as you're walked down the hall and shoved into a small room with only a single table and two chairs. A long mirror on one wall.

You're left alone, and it doesn't take long for your entire body to start shivering. The room is freezing. 

Finally the door opens and Ross steps in - a manila folder in hand.

"Miss L/n, is it?" he says, walking over to the table and throwing down the folder. You wince as it hits the tabletop.

"Y-yes that's me b-but I don't know why I'm here," you stammer, tripping over your words in your haste to get them out.

Ross eyes you skeptically before sitting across the table, reaching out and flipping open the folder. You gasp when you see what's inside.

Pictures. Of you. At the shelter. Walking down the street. At home.

"Where did you...are you spying on me? W-why?" you ask, unbelievably confused.

"I've been looking for someone, Miss L/n," Ross says coldly. "And I think you know him."

Ross reaches inside his jacket pocket and takes out four photographs, placing them on the table in front of you. Adrenaline floods your veins as you bite back the impulse to get sick when you see the black and white face featured within them. 

It's your Renegade. 

"Where is he?" Ross asks, venom in his tone.

"I-I-I...I don't know," you stutter.

"You're lying."

"I'm not!" you say desperately, tears in your eyes. "I swear!"

Ross's face scrunches in disdain as he rolls his eyes and stands, a thick vein in his forehead beginning to bulge.

"It's in your best interest not to lie to me, girl!" he growls, placing both hands on the table as he hovers over you. 

Instinctively you shrink away from his menacing posture as your tears begin falling down your cheeks.

"No, no please - I promise I really don't know where he is!" you cry. "I don't even know him!"

"Then explain these," Ross sneers, reaching for the folder and pulling out another set of photos. Photos of you and your stranger. In your car together. In the alley, his hands on your hips as it looks like his face is buried in your neck.