A/N: This is my attempt to bring a new perspective into the Captain America-Marvel universe. Enjoy. -Karen
"Cap!"
As soon as his name left my mouth, I was met without another tremendous blow to my stomach. Typically, I was never one to ever be too bothered with tight spaces, but there was something debilitating about being surrounded by four very large, very armed men. Especially when they were each sneaking a hit in from all corners.
"Sophie!"
I opened my mouth to supply a response, but was instead punched in the jaw. It hurt like hell, let me tell you. So much so, in fact, I almost felt nauseous. Almost, though. Coughing, I screamed, hoping he'd take that as a sign to come over and help me.
Because they were all highly trained agents or spies or whatever, and I was a nineteen-year-old girl who bruised very easily. Not that nineteen-year-old girls weren't strong, but, I'm sure you get my point.
As if on cue, the space before me cleared and I was met with Steve Roger's sweaty face. Instantly, I was drawn into his arms as he led us towards the opposite side of the hallway. The floor was littered with bodies and I had to wonder how many were left alive. "We have to get out of here." He muttered out loud. It didn't seem like a statement that warranted a reply, so I kept quiet.
Before I knew it, though, we were standing side-by-side inside a glass elevator. He hadn't let go of my arm, but my weak attempt to wiggle it free caught his attention. "Sorry." He said quietly. It was so quiet I had almost forgotten what silence sounded like. "You okay?" Blinking, I turned my head to look at him. I'd never noticed how many creases made up what I thought was a generally flawless face. It was almost alarming to be looking at him so intently; I turned away. "Not really." He chuckled and it sounded neither amused nor annoyed. "Ask me again in an hour." I added; It was his turn to stay silent.
But like always, that didn't last for too long.
Once the elevator stopped and the doors opened, an entire squad of armed agents were waiting on the other side with their guns pointed directly at us. I gasped before remarking, "Make that two hou—"
In a matter of seconds we were soaring downwards. At some point, Steve had managed to take a hold of me again, this time crushing me towards his chest. I didn't even have enough time to fully comprehend our position before the elevator car stopped and I was released. "We gotta get out of here." He said, cutting through the silence after a few moments.
"You said that already." I wheezed, trying my best to catch my breath before it was taken from me again. "But might I ask how we go about doing that?"
Steve didn't have to say anything before I noticed where he was looking. "No, no, absolutely not we are not—"
"We don't have a choice, Sophie." I knew I must have looked extremely childish, but it was difficult not to have a moment of absolute defiance. I moaned and groaned, feeling my stomach drop as many stories as our elevator did. "Get on my back and do not let go of my waist, do you understand? Keep your head down, too, and for the love of god do not scream."
I complied and did as I was told. As soon as I was situated, Steve began the countdown from the farthest corner of the elevator. As soon as he got to two, we broke through the glass and entered the atmosphere.
The fall itself lasted ten seconds, but the landing felt like ages before we were both on our feet. My ears were ringing by the time I looked up from the crook of his neck. He used his shield and body as a cushion for me—I had never been more thankful for ice in my entire life.