"Oh, fuck -,"
Ironically enough, it was the sight of her very esteemed superior that caused her to start cursing. The man opposite her frowned, opening his mouth to chastise when he caught sight of Hawkeye rushing their way. It didn't take a genius to connect the dots, even in a town like this. Everyone knew who the Avengers were, and that they were here. Which, sadly enough, spelled trouble for the aforementioned 'here'.
The groceries went tumbling down her hands as she rushed out, slipping past people and pushing those who refused to move in pursuit of the archer. The fruit-seller yelled obscenities after her, but she tuned them out. Her cover was already blown. The simple-minded, keeps-to-herself formerly mute townsperson had finally spoken, after all.
"Clint! Cli-nt!"
He couldn't hear her. He was already out of reach by the time she'd managed to throw herself out of the marketplace, and furiously, she banged her fist against the wall. People continued to rush past her, the atmosphere now filled with panic. They were running.
But running from whom?
Or...what?
"Ma'am, Ma'am- this way, please! You need to evacuate the city!" A strong hand started pulling her along the crowd, and for a long moment, she was too stunned to react. Then her training (finally) kicked in, and she wrenched her arm away.
The man - no - Captain America's eyes widened as she dug her feet into the ground. "What's going on here?" She demanded furiously, feeling her palm itch with the the need to slap him.
Why were they here? Why were they doing this? Wasn't the first time enough?
The Captain's eyes were very stern. She supposed if she was merely another civilian, she would've started listening to him by now. "This city is under attack. And you need to leave." He grabbed her again, propelling her forward. "Now!"
Once again, the same dance. But now he was distracted. There were other people there too, and perhaps she'd see sense once her fellow villagers did. Oh, how she wanted to laugh. She had no friends here. This was a mission, like any other. So instead, she smile widely when he turned to her with his oh-so-stern eyes and said:
"Seriously, Cap, don't wait up for me." And her eyes narrowed. "I have something to take care of."
And then she went to find Clint. She was vaguely aware of him yelling something after her, but she tuned it out. Like it or not, she was technically part of the saving crew.
After all, she mused, shading her eyes with one hand as she scanned the city, her job was to be a SHIELD too.
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A/N: I'm sorry, I just really, really wanted to. I'm aware I have tons of other writing projects lined up, but I saw Avengers 2 and dammit Marvel! The Cap deserves some love.
Likely, this should be relatively short.
(Are there spoilers for Age of Ultron? Sort of. The OC doesn't know much, and this is set during the attack. Which means at the very end. Which means... yeah. Not too many.)
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