I'm a huge Captain America fan and this is my first fanfiction. I hope I can bring justice to the wonderful character Captain America! Comment or message me if you like the story. I don't own all of these characters. Enjoy!

1 The Fall of Shield

Patients were coming in left and right as Shield and Hydra fought one another for the Helicarriers. It was mass ciaos in the hospital ward. Even here in the hospital, secret Hydra agents were invading trying to take out Shield operatives who were fighting to help Captain America or save their fellow Shield comrades. I was one of the Shield operatives they were trying to kill.

"Elena here," my best friend Margaret yelled tossing me a gun.

Bullets were flying everywhere, some ricocheting off the walls. I caught the gun and got it ready. I was not a Shield agent, I was a Shield doctor but it didn't mean I didn't have combat training. Margaret and I were hiding opposite sides of a doorway leading into a group of Hydra agents in the hallway. Margaret silently started counting. One, two, three!

We both came out of hiding and started shooting.

No one died.

One reason I never became an agent is because I could never take away a life even when mine is in danger. Same with my best friend Margaret.

We shot at the Hydra agents but shot to disable not to kill. So we shot their hands.

One by one we took them down cuffing their good hands so they could do nothing. Hours later the fight ended when the Helicarriers went down.

"We did some good work here didn't we Elena? Despite having actually working for Hydra instead of Shield?" Margaret asked me. She was asking me what all previous Shield Agents are probably asking themselves now. Were we doing good or only helping Hydra with their cause?

"I don't know what good we did anymore if we were working for mad men," I replied to her. She just nodded and looked off into the distance. How many Hydra agents have we saved? How many of them have taken lives of people who were actual Shield agents trying to do some good in this world. How do we make up for the mistakes we did?

"Somebody help me! Help! We have Captain America and he is badly wounded! Help!" someone yelled. Immediately Margaret and I jump into Medical mode. Nurses and Shield agents were already lifting him up on the gurney.

"He has lost a lot of blood," Margaret observed as she started hooking an IV and monitors to him.

"His face is swollen, looks he took a hard beating there. We need to make sure there are no fractures in his skull. Oh no," I looked down at his shoulder, stomach and leg. Bullet wounds.

"We need him in surgery now!" I exclaimed getting tools together. It wasn't an easy task seeing as the Hydra agents made a mess of everything.

"But the surgery room isn't prepped now. Hydra ruined it. He could get an infection if we perform surgery on him like this!" Margaret exclaimed.

"If we don't perform surgery he is going to die from those bullet wounds in his stomach! We have too! Do the best you can and sanitize whatever you can. We need to do this now! Back away all of you! Now! We are taking him into surgery!" A crowd had gathered trying to see Captain America.

"Move! Out of the way!" Margaret yelled.

"Hey I'm coming with him!" someone in the crowd yelled.

"No one but my nurses are allowed in the surgery room. Out of the way!" I yelled back not looking whoever was speaking. A strong arm stopped me in my tracks and turns me around. A tall dark-skinned man wearing some pararescue gear had stopped me.

"I'm going in with him, okay he is still in danger and right now I'm all he has got left. I'm going in with him!" He tells me with authority in his voice.

"He was the one helping Captain America outside, I saw him Elena. He is alright," Margaret assured me.

"Okay, but don't interrupt us. We are trying to save his life," I told him before taking off again.

We reached the surgery room and immediately everyone got to work. Quickly we got the top part of his uniform off allowing me to take a closer look at the wounds.

"Oh no, no, no! Margaret do we have any anesthetics?" I asked trying to get my tools sanitized.

"No, Hydra destroyed our medicine cabinet!" Margaret informed me doing her best to prep the Captain.

"We have no choice then," I have to do this now.

"Wait, what? You can't do that! That will hurt him!" The young man exclaimed grabbing my arm again.

Suddenly they monitors start beeping.

"He is out already, and if I don't do this now we are going to lose him. Knife now!" I exclaimed pushing him out of the way. Margaret handed me the knife.

I started cutting into the flesh. At first the Captain was motionless then came the screams.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," I whispered to him but I kept working as my nurses held him down.

"You're hurting him!"

I ignored the young man. Someone must have been holding him back because no one grabbed me this time.

"I found some! I found some anesthetics!" Someone in the room yelled! I looked up. Someone who I've never seen before was holding a syringe in his hand.

"Give it to him!" the young man exclaimed.

"Who are you?" I asked still working.

"Does it matter? We can put him out of his pain!" exclaimed the strange person.

"Margaret check it!" I ordered.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Margaret going to get the syringe. Before anyone could even blink an eye, a gun appeared in his hand and he started shooting.

A few of my nurses turned toward him but before they could do anything he shot them down. He came running at Captain America and I with his gun up and syringe in his hand.

Time seemed to slow down yet still move at high speed. One moment the attacker is there ready to shot me and the next Margaret it there between the attacker and us. Another thing happens, I see the young man launching himself at the attacker.

But it's too late.

I see the bullet go through Margaret just before the attacker is knocked over and Captains scream seizes but the machines continue to blare. My heart stops, I scream. I want to run to her, but I had already opened up the Captains wounds. He already lost a lot of blood before the surgery even began. I can see what the right thing to do was but for the first time ever I don't want to.

But I knew I had to.

Quickly, I started removing the bullets and repairing the damage. Agents came in taking away the attacker who is now yelling 'Hail Hydra' but I paid no attention to them. I had to get this done fast.

"She's still alive! What do you want me to do?" the young man asks me.

"What is your name, solider?" I asked still concentrating.

"Sam Wilson."

"Okay Sam, see that cabinet to your left? There are cloth bandages in there. Get some and put pressure on her wound. That will slow down her bleeding hopefully enough so I can get to her next," I tell him pulling the bullets out finally. The monitors stopped blaring.

"What about your nurses?" Sam asks. I take a glance at them, wishing I didn't have to.

"Their dead already," I said my voice cracking.

Focus I tell myself mentally.

Last bullet was out and I began stitching him up.

"It's okay, can you tell me your name?" I heard Sam whisper to my friend.

"Margaret" she moaned.

"Okay Margaret everything is going to be okay," he tried reassuring.

"Elena, Elena is she okay?" she asked.

"Yea she is okay, thanks to you she and the Captain are safe. That was a brave thing you did for them."

"She's my best friend. She's been there for me more times than I can count. About time I did something for her."

Tears were threatening to come out.

"Done, Sam can you come watch your friend while I take care of mine?" I asked running toward where Sam and Margaret sat on the ground. He nodded and left.

"Margaret don't you dare ever do that again!" I exclaim starting to work on her wounds. She gave me a sad smile.

"Don't worry I won't because I won't be around much longer."

"Don't speak like that!"

"It's true Elena! I can feel myself slipping away." I stop working.

"No that's not true I'm going to fix this!" I tell her but my mind and my heart are telling me it's true. I can see the amount of blood pooling around her. The life draining from her normally lively, happy face.

"Not this time. Just promise me something," she says seriously looking at me in the eye. I can't talk. Tears are coming out now and my voice feels like it's taken away.

"Promise me you will fix our mistakes, promise me you will help make this world right again," she asks her voice disappearing gradually. I still couldn't speak, I nod tears running freely down my face.

"Good," she says giving me one big smile before the life disappears from her eyes.

My hair falls from my shoulders forming a curtain around me as fall on my friend's body and really begin to bawl.