Author's Note: So this chapter is my way of putting Jesse in the story as well as shoving puppy dog Bruce in it as well. It sucks. Enjoy! And as always, reviews give me life and I love them and please leave one! Thanks for reading!

"Steve, you're crazy." Sam said for the umpteenth time. "Some one will recognize you, they always do, man."

I pulled my hoodie on and grimaced slightly. I walked to the front door of our apartment and grabbed my motorcycle keys.

"Steve," He warned again.

"Look," I said a bit too sharply. "This is my fault. It's my fault that that little kid has a bullet in her. I have to make sure she's okay."

Without another word I opened the door and left, shutting it in Sam's face.

After we had reached the rendezvous point with Elizabeth in tow, S. H. E. I. L. D. had treated her on site. I couldn't even tell where the bullet had hit the child, there was too much blood to tell. Before I could do anything the EMTs had taken her away.

Now she was in Washington. This way she could be under the highest surveillance S. H. E. I. L. D. had to offer as well as some of the best medical knowledge in the country. But, most importantly, she could be close to her mother.

I had reached the curb outside Sam and I's small apartment. I stuck my helmet on and rode downtown.

When I had reached the hospital, I quietly entered and headed to the secured wing where Elizabeth was staying.

Suddenly I stopped walking. The hospital was quiet and cold and sterile, all normal things for a hospital to be. But something was off. Something wasn't right. I could smell it in the air, literally I could. I caught a whiff of gunpowder.

Every muscle in my body tensed up, waiting for the explosion to hit me. I closed my eyes.

Instead of feeling the heat and hearing the sound of the pike bomb, I felt a small hand wrap around my wrist and heard a voice say "Come on!"

I opened my eyes to see the blur of a figure pulling me, then the smash of a window breaking, then the sound of the explosion, then falling and landing hard on the top of an ambulance.

I groaned in pain and rolled over to see a bloodied and battered figure in violet scrubs curling up into a ball. I stared at her for a moment, but I was shocked out of my awe when a second explosion rocked the building.

I snapped back into my training instincts. I stood up and scooped up the woman, thew her over my shoulder as gently as I could in the urgency of the situation allowed and jumped down to the engine hood to the ground.

I ran through back allies and side streets, to avoid being seen, until I reached the base of my fire escape. I clamored up the stairs and banged on the door.

"Sam!" I yelled. "Open the door!"

The door opened and a knife was pointed at my face.

"Were you followed?" He asked. I shook my head, out of breath. The door opened and I walked in, Sam bolting the door behind me. I rushed over to the couch and laid her down.

Sam smiled, and, almost letting out a laugh, said "Man, this is not what I meant when I said you needed to bring a girl home." I glared at him as Sam moved towards the couch.

"What happened?" He asked. I crossed my arms and lowered my head.

"Hydra," I said. "They blew up the hospital."

"And her?" Sam gestured to the unconscious woman.

"She saved me."

The woman looked to be in her late 20s. She had honey colored curls and a freckled face. Her navy scrubs were in tatters and speckled with blood.

"What the hell are we gonna do, Steve?" Sam suddenly yelled, shocking me out of staring at her unconscious form. "I am not helping you dump her body in our alley."

I lifted my shoulders and gestured at her. "Can't you fix her up? You had some med training from back in the day, right?" Sam groaned in frustration. He clamped his hands on the sides of his head.

"This isn't something I can just put a Band-Aid on, man!" Sam's voice was risen in fear.

"Boys," A familiar voice interrupted behind us. We whipped around. Somehow, but not surprisingly, Natasha Romanov had managed to sneak up behind us. She stood, arms crossed, by the open window she had crawled in through. I just now felt the cool breeze hit me.

"Relax, the doc's coming." She said as she reached down out the window to yank Bruce Banner into the apartment. He straightened himself and smoothed down his clothes.

"Hi," Dr. Banner said. I nodded at him, still slightly shocked that they were in my apartment. He made his way over to the couch and began ministering to the unconscious woman, pulling a stethoscope and bandages out of his med kit.

Nat gestured for us to head out of the room.

Sam was the first to speak."Okay, a million questions are coming for you, Romanov-"

"Steve, this is not what I meant when I said you should get a girl." She said, not even bothering to cover her mouth to hide her laughter. Sam lifted up his fist for her to 'bump' as I learned they call it.

I crossed my arms. "People are dead, Natasha, and she could die, too."

"People die everyday, Rodgers." She shot back cooly, all trace of her laughter gone. "And besides, Banner's got this. She'll pull through."

"Well, do you mind telling me how the hell-"

"Language!" Sam coughed.

"-you knew that we needed medical aid?" I finished aggressively.

She shrugged her shoulders. "I was in the area. Saw you leave and head to the hospital. Knew you were gonna do something stupid. I followed you."

I narrowed my eyes. "And Dr. Banner just happened to be with you, huh?"

She glared me straight in the eyes and smiled a small smile, a slight blush creeping up on her cheeks. "Shut up, old man."