Love & War | S.Rogers ON HOLD

014. 𝑏𝑖𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠

Before Freya could say anything else, the doors opened again as Rumlow and a few other agents walked in. Steve and Freya pulled away from each other, not realizing Rumlow had already seen them holding hands.

"Keep all STRIKE personnel on site," Rumlow said before telling the elevator to take him to forensics.

Rumlow just nodded at them and they nodded back not in the mood to speak. But as the elevator began moving, Rumlow turned to them.

"Evidence Response found some fibers on the roof they want us to see. You want me to get the tac team ready?" he asked.

"No, let's wait and see what it is first," Steve said.

"Right," Rumlow nodded and turned back around. Looking down Steve could see that one of the agents had a hand over the gun on his holster, like he was expecting a fight soon.

The elevator stopped as more agents walked in and Steve and Freya squeezed closer together.

"I'm sorry about what happened to Fury," Rumlow said quietly. "It's messed up what happened to him."

"That's very kind of you," Freya said, glancing to her side and saw one of the agents mumbling to himself, a bead of sweat trickling down his head.

Steve and Freya looked at each other and gave a slight nod, understanding they were being ambushed.

"Before we get started," Steve said, "does anyone want to get out?"

Suddenly, the man right in front of them turned around with an electric baton in his hand. Steve kicked it away, dealing with the men on the left while Freya took the right.

She grabbed one agent's hand, snapping his wrist as he screamed in pain and dropped his baton.

Picking it up she turned it on, shoving it into the side of a man behind her. Someone grabbed her from behind, trying to use a magnetic brace to pin her arms to the wall.

Grunting she shoved the man back, banging his head on the wall. With only one hand, she kicked up, knocking another one to the floor. When she finally got her hand free she used the electric baton to knock out the other agent.

The doors opened again as dozens of agents in tactical gear stood there, guns pointed right at them.

"Drop the weapons and put your hands in the air" they shouted.

"Hold on," Steve said, as he used his shield to cut through the wires and set them plummeting down. But with the elevator's safety measures, they stopped a few floors down, in between the levels.

Pushing the doors open they saw more agents running down the hall and he quickly pulled them back closed.

Freya turned and gestured toward the glass walls that the elevator was made of. "Steve!" she shouted.

Understanding what she meant, he nodded. Using his shield to break the glass, Freya grabbed onto him as they jumped out, her cape keeping them in the air until they landed safely on the ground.

Seeing other agents headed toward them, Steve gestured for her to follow him as they ran toward the garage.

Hopping on his bike with Freya sitting right behind him, Steve revved the engine before he sped off toward the exit.

The doors began closing but Steve pushed it and sent them flying through moments before it could clamp down on them.

A quinjet took off from the building, hovering in front of them as they tried to block them from leaving.

"Stand down," the pilot said through the speakers. "Stand down."

The gun below the jet sprang out and was aimed right toward them. "Steve! Get underneath it!" Freya shouted.

"What are you gonna do?" he asked, speeding up.

Freya didn't respond as she took out her sword, cutting through the belly of the jet like it was butter.

Steve sped up, barely getting out of the way as the jet spun out of control and crash-landed on the ground.

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After sneaking into the hospital's lost and found, Steve and Freya changed into some more inconspicuous clothes.

As they walked to the vending machine, Steve panicked as he looked at her. "It's not here," he said.

"What's not here?" she asked.

"The flash drive. I hid it in here" he said.

Suddenly Natasha's reflection popped up in the glass, chewing on a piece of gum.

With a glare on his face, Steve turned around, pulling Natasha into an empty room with Freya following them.

"Where is it?" he asked.

"Safe" Natahsa responded.

"Do better" he said.

"Steve" Freya said, pulling him away from her.

"Where did you get it?" Natasha asked.

"Why would I tell you?" Steve asked.

"Fury gave it to you. Why?" she asked.

"Do you know what's on it?" Freya asked.

"No," Natasha said.

"Stop lying!" Steve hissed.

"I only act like I know everything, Rogers" Natasha said.

"Stop i! You're both acting like children!" Freya snapped before turning back to Natasha. "Did you know Fury hired the pirates?"

"Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty. Fury needed a way in, so do you" Natasha said.

"Natasha-"

"I know who killed Fury," Natasha said.

"Who?" Freya asked.

"Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years" Natasha said.

"So he's a ghost story?" Steve asked.

"Five years ago, I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran. Somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff. I pulled us out. But the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer so he shot him, straight through me" Natasha said, lifting up her shirt and showing them the deep tissue scar right above her waist. "Soviet slug. No rifling. Bye-bye, bikinis."

"What's a bikini?" Freya asked.

"Oh, I'd think you'd look great in 'em. Right, Steve?" Natasha smirked.

Steve didn't say anything, a slight blush on his cheeks as he glanced at the wall behind them.

"Going after him is a dead end. I know, I've tried" Natasha said, holding up the flash drive. "Like you said, he's a ghost story."

Taking the flash drive, Steve looked at the two women, a new mission in his hand. "Well, let's find out what the ghost wants."