Author's Note: I am so, so sorry about taking so long with this. Especially since it's so short. I'm so far behind in everything... FanFiction-wise, that is. I make no promises on when I'll update this again, or when Changing Fates will be up. I'm working on the next chapter for that, and i have an idea for the next chapter in this. So we'll see. Thank you guys so much for bearing with me!

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Steve sat in the interrogation room with a forced blank expression. He stared across the room at the interrogating officer for a few minutes before the man boomed, "Leonard, are you going to talk? Or are you just going to keep wasting more of our time?"

Steve smirked at him before forcing a straight face and redirecting his attention towards the armed officer in the corner, who was there to make sure he didn't try anything stupid. He was armed with a Taser, gun in a holster, and an extra pair of handcuffs— none of which posed much of a threat to Steve. Steve leaned forward to be closer to the guard before whispering a playful, "Wanna know a secret?"

The interrogator rolled his eyes at the kid's antics. He made his distaste clear by inflecting a patronizing tone in his voice as he remarked, "Sure, Leonard. Let's hear your secret."

Steve's glanced up at the man asking the questions out of the corner of his eye before a small smirk appeared on his face. He shook his head adamantly as he responded, "No way, Brucey. I want to talk to the big scary guy in the corner. I trust him more than you."

'Brucey' scowled and shook his head in disgust. He was sick of babysitting this kid; he never did anything but find new ways to annoy the shit out of him. He didn't see why they even bothered with this kid anymore. If it were up to him, they'd be giving him the death penalty before he could even plead guilty. "I always knew you were fucked up, Leonard." He looked over at his weapon-wielding partner and cocked his head towards Steve. "Go on, Rodger. Let the little bastard talk to you."

"I may be a bastard, but I'm loads of fun!" Steve chirped happily. He then casted his gaze over to Rodger before adding, "Are you going to get your ass over here so I can confess, or what?"

As Rodger made his way towards him, Steve stared downwards as though remorseful of his actions. In reality, he was just staring at his handcuffed wrists and trying to contain a grin. His eyebrows rose as he glanced up to look at the man leaning over him, and that was when decided to grate on Brucey's nerves even further. He glanced over at Brucey before bringing his most lethal weapons, his hands, up to his face to shield his mouth from Brucey's view. His composure broke once he'd leaned in close enough to whisper in Rodger's ear, "You're first to die."

Steve then took his hands and clasped them together, leaping to his feet and bringing them down on Rodger's head with his full strength in order to knock him out cold. Before Brucey could even react, Steve had taken the handcuff key out of Rodger's pocket and unlocked his left wrist. Not wanting to waste any precious time, he decided against completely freeing himself before finishing what he'd started. He leaped on Brucey and promptly used his nails to cut his throat. Once the blood began to flow, Steve drank it happily. He hadn't had a drink in days! If he'd waited any longer, he doubted he'd have been able to pull off his attack. He would need all the strength he would get to fight off any oncoming guards, and Brucey was a more than substantial victim. It helped that Steve had hated his guts.

When he was done with Brucey, Steve realized that he didn't have much time left. He quickly snapped Rodger's neck and traded clothes with him, switching out his orange jumpsuit for the guard's uniform. He frowned at the loose fit— he had never been very big, and Rodger was a freaking giant— and gave up on the idea of clothing the huge man in his prisoner uniform. In hindsight, he realized that he should have drunk from Rodger and stolen Brucey's clothes— but that was over and done with. It didn't matter. He was already strolling out of the room casually, as though nothing had happened at all.

He smiled and waved at everyone he passed, whistling a quirky tune as he walked out of the jail without a word from anyone. He was barely able to keep from laughing at the sheer stupidity of the officials; though he was showing his face, nobody seemed to notice or even care. Once he was a few feet from the perimeter of the facility, he allowed himself to laugh. Not only had he, a notorious murderer under intensive observation, managed to walk right through a prison without causing any alarm, but he did it in a uniform about four times his size.

That was so simple. Humans are such dumbasses.

He heard shouts and alarms begin to toll in the prison, but he merely laughed at their attempts to reel him back in. They were too little, too late. He was long gone, and now that he had refueled his strength and he was on guard they had no chance of stopping him. He rolled his eyes at the minor threat they posed and continued walking at a steady pace, not once bothering to look behind him. They didn't scare him. He scared them.

And he wouldn't want it any other way.

A/N: Holy crap, it's been a while. I'm so sorry. And I apologize for this chapter being so short, but I couldn't think of anything else to put! Steve's side of the story poses challenges for me, hahah. I'll try to be better about posting… But I make no promises. I've got a lot going on that totally leaves zero time for A) inspiration and B) writing. I'll try to make the next chapter come sooner though; promise!

Thank you, by the way, to nikochan23 for reminding me that this Fic even existed hahaha. I appreciate it c: