Soooooooo I know I said I wouldn't upload until I got some reviews, but screw it, I like this story and plan to continue it. This chapter is a little long so if that's not your thing I'm sorry. I kinda just ran away with it.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, and again there may be some triggering things in here so you've been warned.

And without much further ado, away we go!

Chapter 2

"Cap, phone."

Steve Rogers tore his eyes away from his sketch and considered his friend, Sam Wilson. It's been weeks since Steve was able to break his friends, no his family, out of the submarine prison General Thaddeus Ross had them contained in. And though most of their physical wounds were faded, their psychological ones were still haunting them. Wanda had retreated within herself, a mere shell of the girl he used to know. And he knew that before they left, Scott and Clint were feeling the effects as well. Even know, as Sam tried to appear nonchalant, his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil, and Steve frowned. He's never felt so helpless in his life, but how do you save someone from themselves?

He quickly shook his head and tabled that thought for another day. "Who called?"

"It's Stark."

He didn't answer right away, shock settling on his features to hear his old friend's name again. Tony Stark was one of those very sensitive topic that all of the ex- Avengers tried to avoid. Though they knew he never meant for their imprisonment to be so horrendous, it was beyond difficult for many of them to disassociate his actions from their torture. And so he was never mentioned, until now.

Steve gave Sam a questioning look as he closed his sketch book and followed him out of the room. Sam shrugged and replied, "I don't know what he wants, he just said it's urgent and that he needs your help."

As they made their way down to King T'Challa's communication room, Steve nodded to the people he passed as they gave the both of them hellos accompanied with some smiles. At first, staying in Wakanda with his old rival seemed like a less than ideal situation, one that he had hoped would only be for a few days before arrangements could be made for everyone to leave. But then, Bucky said he wanted to go back under, said he didn't trust himself until there was a way to remove the brainwashing Hydra implanted within him. Steve didn't like it, but he could understand it and respected his wishes. His majesty was the epitome of graciousness, not only affording Bucky's holding cell 24/7 security, but also providing him with the best neurological scientists that money could buy, all trying to find a solution. Steve couldn't leave his friend, not now. And his friends refused to leave him, with the exception of Scott and Clint, who at the first available opportunity, returned to their families and began living their lives under the radar.

"Whatever it is has to be pretty bad for Tony to ask for my help. He wouldn't if he didn't have to."

Sam shrugged as they both ducked into the communication room and approached the main computer. T'Challa turned as he heard them approaching, and with a quick command, ordered everyone out of the room.

"I have a feeling this is a conversation not meant for prying ears." He offered as he swiftly began typing on the computer until Tony Stark's face appeared on the main screen.

"Hello Mr. Stark."

Tony looked down and offered a quick smile to T'Challa as he answered. "Hello your Majesty. I wish I had time to ask how things fare in Wakanda, but unfortunately this is not a social call and time is of the essence."

"What's going on, Tony?" Steve interjected.

Tony eyes shifted from the king to his friend. "They've captured someone, Steve. And by the looks of it, they don't just plan to hold her indefinitely. They're going to experiment on her." Tony paused and with a flick of his wrist, displayed undoubtedly hacked government files onto their computer screen. He continued talking as the three men digested the information as quickly as possible.

"What am I looking at?" Sam asked, trying to make sense of the complicated formulas.

"Mind control, Sam. They've created a complicated combination of serum and nanobytes that, once injected, renders the subject completely under their control."

Steve's hand balled into fists as uncontrollable rage coursed through his system. "This is too far, Tony. Ross has to be stopped."

"I 100% agree with you, Capsicle, I've been looking into their activities after... everything happened, and I will elaborate later but there is a more pressing problem at the moment."

"And what could take precedence over this?"

"Maybe the fact that all of these recent calculations are only geared towards one person, who happens to be the same woman they just seized?" Tony hit another button and the formulations were replaced by a profile of a woman. "To summarize, this is Taylor Johnson. She has the power to control and manipulate water molecules, and when I tell you seeing her in action is horrifying, I'm not kidding." He tapped another button and a video of the fight before her capture appeared on screen, surprise rendering all three men speechless as they watched her in action, cringing as they saw the old man being executed, and finally looking on with a nervous curiosity as they watched all the remaining soldiers collapse on the ground before she did.

"When was this taken?" T'Challa, a little trepidation creeping into his voice.

"About twenty minutes ago, they just loaded her on a chopper and are currently transporting her to the submarine prison as we speak. Steve, we have to break her out of there. No one deserves to have the control of their bodies and minds taken against their will." Steve tore his eyes away from the profile to share a meaningful look with Tony as the underlying meaning of that statement weighed on both of them.

Oblivious to the moment, Sam asked, "So what's the plan? Cuz no offense your highness, but you can't accompany us on this mission. The US government needs to maintain the idea that you fully support them on this. So that leaves the three of us, and security had to be doubled after Steve broke us out. We can't wage an all out assault on the compound by ourselves, that's suicide."

"Well, to make an already dim situation worse, I can't come either. If Ross thinks for one second that I'm working with you guys, I'll be thrown into that prison next."

Sam scoffed and threw his hands up in frustration. "So just me and Cap? We're badass, but not that much. We can't do this ourselves."

"Well I do have a bit of good news. I've already contacted Vision and he's on board. Say hi to the people Vision." Tony stepped to the side to prove his point, Vision sitting comfortably on a couch behind Tony, waving to the camera.

"Hello Captain, Mr. Wilson, Your Highness."

"Nice to hear you're on board, Vision. It's good to see you. I wish it was under better circumstances."

"So do I, Captain. But the good fight has to be fought. We can save our pleasantries until after we rescue this woman."

Steve nodded his approval and continued, "So that's me, Sam, Vision, and I can think of one other person who may not feel so adverse to giving Ross what's coming to him." Steve glanced at Sam and his face fell.

"You sure? I don't think she'll be too willing to return."

"We need to try, this woman's life hangs in the balance."

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"I just want to say for the record that I hate everything about this."

Steve smirked at Wanda's comment. If there was one thing he loved about his adopted little sister, it was her bluntness. It reminded him that there was still a little bit of her left, that Ross hadn't completely destroyed her.

He reached up to dim the lights as he steered them towards the prison, praising Tony's ability to not only block the complex's radar systems, but also to give the impression that their chopper was one of theirs, allowing them the advantage of surprise.

"Okay, everyone ready?"

He looked around at his crew as they all nodded.

"Okay, on three. One, two-"

"Hold on, Cap."

A look of confusion passed over Steve's face as he lifted his hand to his radio. "What's wrong, Tony?"

"Something's not right, no one's transmitting on their radios."

"So?"

"You see how huge this complex is? You mean to tell me a prison with hundreds of employees and none of them are communicating with each other?"

Steve paused to consider Tony's words and nodded. "You're right, you think it was attacked?"

"I don't know, there's only one way to find out."

"Roger that, over. Everyone here that?"

Everyone nodded with confirmation as Vision asked, "So what is the plan now? We do not know what to expect once we land."

"The plan stays the same. We need to get in, get the girl, and destroy this facility as quickly and as safely as possible. We can't leave her with them, and we can't leave this prison intact. We know what they're capable of." He locked eyes with Wanda as his words registered. Her look of annoyance swiftly transformed to one of determination and Steve inwardly smiled with pride at seeing it.

They all stood as the chopper landed on the helipad. The moment the doors opened they were off, sprinting towards the bay doors all the while keeping an eye out for any adversaries they could possibly encounter. They reached the doors without a hitch and burst inside, ready for an attack, but shocked at what they found.

The place was still in pristine condition. Nothing was out of place, so sign of a battle or forced entry, not a sound disrupted the pressing silence, nothing to hint at an assault. As they crept forward, Steve noticed two figures sitting behind a processing station a little ways down the hallway. He held his fist up to stop everyone's advance. He pointed two fingers at the desk to ensure everyone saw them. Once everyone was on the same page, he lifted his silenced weapon and crept forward. As they got closer, everyone tensed and readied themselves for an ambush. But it never came; the figures never moved. Steve threw a questioningly look at Sam who shrugged. They tentatively took the final steps, their guns at the ready, and upon reaching the men, quickly turned them around in their chairs.

"Steve…."

"I know, Sam."

"What the hell is going on?"

The men's throats were slit, blood still oozing from their wounds. The rest of the team came up behind the two men, curiousity pulling them from their formation to investigate what had their friends frozen in place.

Vision slipped forward and felt for a pulse. "The blood hasn't coagulated yet and their bodies are still warm. They couldn't have been killed longer than ten minutes ago."

"Alright team, we need to split up and execute the plan. Wanda and Sam, I want you two to head to the holding cells, get Johnson, and go straight back to the chopper. Vision, I want you to head down to the bottom of the complex. Lower all of the anchors then come back and provide cover for the three of them. I'll head to the control room. See what information I can get and initiate the self destruct sequence. You have your assignments, but be on high alert. We know there is an unknown assailant on the premises. Radio silence unless anything changes. Stealth is key here, there are too many of them for this to turn into an all out war. Move out."

The team broke apart, Wanda and Sam turning to the right, Vision phasing through the floor, and Steve straight ahead. He double checked the pocket in his newly issued stealth suit, courtesy of T'Challa, and was comforted by the feel of the flash drive. Satisfied, he slunk forward, his gun at the ready, but he felt naked without his shield, exposed. He shook these thoughts away as he approached the door of the control room, the hairs on his arm raising. Something didn't feel right. He quietly opened the door and slipped inside. He closed the door behind him and turned to survey the room, and froze at what he found.

It was a massacre. It was fair to say everyone who had been in this room at the time of the attack was dead. Dead bodies littered the floor, their blood sprayed all over the walls. A few lights were shot out, and bullet holes riddled the ceiling. He didn't know what information he'd be able to salvage, seeing as the majority of the computers were shot to smithereens, all except one in the middle of the room. He cautiously picked his way over the bodies, careful to avoid the pools of blood for fear of losing his footing. Finally he arrived at his destination and breathed a sigh of relief as he realized that other than a healthy splattering of blood it was somehow intact, even going so far as to smile as he realized whoever was using this unit was still logged in. One less thing for him to worry about. He placed his gun next to the keyboard, inserted the flash drive, and quickly began the transfer of any and all files he could find. Tony could decipher them later.

"Uh, Cap?"

"Yeah Sam what's up?"

"She's not down here."

Steve paused what he was doing and asked, "What do you mean she's not down there?"

"He means that there is no sign of her down here. Only thing left is a score of dead bodies all over the place." Wanda's voice answered Steve's question.

"Hey, Wanda take a look at this soldier, he's completely stripped down. Uh oh, Steve, I think she's dressed as one of them."

"That means she could be anywhere. Keep your eyes open and head back towards the chopper. Last thing we need is her stealing the only form of transportation out of this place. I'll radio you if anything changes."

"Alright, Cap. Be careful, this chick is dangerous. Out."

Steve shook his head and continued transferring files until he felt movement behind him. He unconsciously crouched and reached out for his gun but was too late. A knife was held against his throat so tightly any movement could prove fatal. His assailant's other hand reached up and deftly removed his ear piece. He heard some fabric rustling, and assumed she had pocketed it, thus muffling any noise from transmitting to the team. Highly skilled in combat with the intelligence to match, she's much more dangerous than we expected, Steve thought. A quiet voice broke the tense silence.

"Who the hell are you, how many of you are there, and what do you want with me? Your life depends on your answer, so it's in your best interest to tell me what I want to know."

"My name is Steve Rogers, I'm with the Aven- with my friends, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, and Vision. We're here to rescue you from this place; they were planning on experimenting on you."

They stayed in that position, Steve holding his breath and holding his body as rigid as it could be. The last thing he needed to do was flinch and worsen an already dire situation.

"Why in the hell should I trust you? For all I know, you could be working for those bastards."

"May I turn around?"

"What?"

"May I turn around?" Steve reiterated calmly. There was a pause, and if she was as smart as he suspected, she was trying to figure out his angle, and weighing the pros and cons of acquiescing his request.

Finally, he felt the pressure of the blade leave his neck and took a mental breath of relief. He turned around slowly only to look down the barrel of his gun. He hadn't even noticed she had taken it, nor that she had moved back out of arm's reach.

"Put your hands up."

"You don't have to-"

The click of the safety being taken off silenced all attempts at reasoning and he slowly obliged to her request.

"I'm going to remove my mask so you can see me, okay? Please don't shoot me."

"If you try any funny business I swear to god- oh…."

Steve fully removed his mask and left his hands up in the air, watching as a mixture of emotions flitted across her face all at once: shock, disbelief, annoyance, and something he couldn't decipher in time before she scoffed and lowered the gun.

"What in the hell is Captain America doing here? I thought breaking the law wasn't really your thing."

She clicked the safety back on and tossed him his weapon as he replied, "Well I'm just full of surprises. Wait, why is my gun wet?"

"Oh my bad, hold on a sec." Sui flicked her wrist and the water droplets flew down to the floor.

She reached forward with her hand out. "I'm Taylor, but everyone calls me Sui. Sorry I held a knife to your throat, held you at gunpoint, and threatened to kill you. Shit happens, you know?"

Steve shook her hand as his eyebrows shot up in surprise at how relaxed she became in a matter of seconds. All hostility she exhibited moments before was gone. She ignored his searching gaze as she busied herself with checking the compartments of her stolen utility belt and swiping a pistol and some ammo from a nearby dead body. The uniform she had swiped was swimming on her medium frame, and was covered in blood, both old and new. She seemed completely unbothered and as she was appraising the pistol, asked, "See something you like, ponyboy?"

Steve snapped out of his staring after being addressed and smiled sheepishly. "No."

She raised an eyebrow and he immediately realized how she must have taken it, and rushed to remedy his slip up. "I mean, not that there's anything I don't like, You have a lot that I like. Well not a lot- I mean you're a very attractive woman." At her smirk he opened his mouth to continue to ramble until a beep from the computer behind him halted further discussion. Steve sighed in relief and whipped around to grab the flash drive, making sure to secure it before he slipped it back into its compartment. He returned to the computer, looking for anything mentioning a self-destruction sequence.

"Breaking into a secure government facility, stealing confidential information, attempting to spring a captured government prisoner. That's a lot excitement for someone your age, aren't you afraid of throwing out a hip or something?" Sui smirked again as she made her way across the room.

Steve threw another surprised look at the woman, then rolled his eyes. He elected to ignore the the fact that the person he figured they'd be rescuing almost killed him, and yet was now here cracking jokes at his expense. This had to be one of the strangest days of his life.

"Just shut up and help me look for the-"

"Self destruct button?" She grinned as she leaned against the control panel and gestured towards the blinking red button. She dug into her pockets and threw his earpiece at him as she added, "Bad guys always have their demise highlighted, bolded, and underlined. Then they wonder why the good guys always win. It's sad, really."

He chuckled as he radioed in to his team. "Vision, status report."

"Hello Captain. Yes, I have dropped all anchors and am about to rendezvous with Sam and Wanda."

"Alright, I've got Johnson and we're in position to detonate the self destruction sequence. We'll have 5 minutes to escape before this place is put to its final resting place. Sam, get the chopper ready and be prepared to leave on my go ahead, we'll see you soon. Out."

Steve double checked his pockets for the flash drive and checked his gun before holstering it as a voice made him pause.

"You have beautiful hair."

"Thank you? Now can you please-"

"And a nice ass."

"Um, thank you? Now if you could just-"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"What?"

"C'mon, I know you got super hearing. Do you. Have a. Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiirlfrieeeeeeeeeend?"

"Okay one minute you have a knife to my throat, the next you're making passes at me?"

"Oh don't flatter yourself there, goldilocks. I was just stating some obvious facts and following up with a necessary question."

"How is my relationship status the least bit- Nevermind. Can you please just hit the button-"

Steve was cut off as Sui slammed on the button and smirked at him. He glared back as red warning lights flashed across the room and an alarm sounded throughout the complex. Steve gestured towards the door and within seconds they were dashing out the room and down the hallway. As they neared the check in desk, they heard footsteps rushing down from their right and at the same time realized there were too many to be Steve's team. They broke apart, both diving for cover and hoping they hadn't been seen. When the men finally reached them, it was clear to see they were in disarray, many still in the process of dressing themselves and checking their weapons. One, trying to be heard over the sound of the alarm, was screaming to another, "We have to get up to the control room. I know the cancellation code to enter into the system!"

From across the room, both Steve and Sui shared a look of panic before a quick flash of anger flashed across her face. Steve shook his head but it was too late. Sui rose from behind her cover and began firing on the men, each shot hitting their mark with deadly precision. Steve quickly moved to cover her, his vibranium suit offering much more protection than hers. A firefight ensued between the two and the rapidly depleting group of soldiers. The fight paused as the computer's voice cut through the alarm.

"Two minutes until detonation."

"Forget about them, get me to the damn control room!" The soldiers were quick to follow their leader's instructions. In formation, they supplied suppressing fire as they moved down the hallway toward their destination.

"Shit! I'm out of ammo. Rogers we can't let them cancel the self destruct order."

"Sui, we don't have time, we have to-

"Either you're with me, or you're against me, Steve. And I promise you, being against me will be the last decision you make."

Steve for the third time that night stared at her in utter shock. Her eyes had a menacing glint to them, and he wondered that this was the same woman who had been joking with him not five minutes ago. He looked behind her and noticed a large puddle of something rising of the floor. He squinted trying to see it as the alarm lights reflected off of it but in a flash it fell back to the floor so fast Steve could've sworn he had imagined it.

Sui rolled her eyes at his silence and figured she'd handle it herself. She grabbed the chair holding one of the dead bodies at the desk and went sprinting after the squad, using it as a human shield as she barreled down on them. Steve got up to follow her as she reached the first man, giving the chair an extra push and allowing its momentum to knock a few of them down as she pounced on her first victim. In record time he was incapacitated, and she was moving on to the next unlucky soldier. Time was of the essence and she knew it, so she took one look behind her to check Steve's position. Pleased to see him only a few steps back, she switched tactics; instead of wasting precious seconds killing the soldiers, she simply punched, kicked, and shoved her way through the men, her end goal reaching the leader before he could end the sequence.

Behind her, Steve had thrown himself into the fray with gusto, not hesitating to finish what Sui had started. He noticed she wasn't going for the kill, and he appreciated her ability to entrust Steve to have her back and handle those she'd left behind after knowing him for so short of a time.

At this point, the leader had reached the door and rushed into the control room, pausing only for a moment as the massacre of his coworkers before him sunk in before the scream of one of his men spurned him into action. He sprinted across the room as the countdown from one minute began, but just as he reached the keyboard his head went flying into the monitor, the knife imbedded in the back of his skull covered in blood, as was the caster's hands.

Sui smirked as she turned around and jetted out of the room as Steve gave a jaw crunching punch to the last standing soldier. They shared a nod and resumed their mad dash to the hangar. As the countdown reached thirty seconds they burst out the doors and sped towards the chopper.

"Take off Sam!"

"But Steve-"

"NOW Sam!"

The chopper was immediately airborne and steadily rising as they approached. Without a word, Steve grabbed Sui around her waist and leaped up, depending on his serum to get him up as high as he could, his hands straining to grab the bottom of the helicopter. His fingers brushed the handle, but couldn't get their grip in time and they began their descent back down towards the unforgiving pavement. In a flash Vision's hand shot out, grabbing Steve's outstretched hand and hoisting the both of them into the chopper. They both collapsed in exhaustion, turning at the last second to watch through the open door as explosions ripped through the complex. Finally, the weight of the water on the now structurally unsound submarine became too much, and it cracked within itself and within seconds, was claimed by the ocean's depths.

Okay, so yeah, all that happened. Let me know how I'm doing, leave a review! I apologize for any mistakes, and until next upload, PEACE!