Finally arriving home, Freya runs up the final flight of stairs to her floor. Making her way to the apartment door, she unlocks it and quickly slips inside before locking it behind her.

"Steve?" Freya calls out as walks further into the apartment.

As she walks over to the kitchen counter to put her keys down, she sees his shield laying against the wall in the hallway. She still gets no reply and realizes he only stopped by to drop it off before he most likely went to the museum before visiting Peggy. She begins to pace the kitchen, too anxious to sit. Knowing that Winter had been in their apartment only days before with Steve being his mission, she yanks her phone out of her pocket and calls Steve. She nervously chews on her lower lip as it rings. Fear begins to grip her when it goes to voicemail. After the beep, she leaves a brief message.

"Hey, it's me. I'm at home and wanted to see if you were okay. I'm sorry about earlier. I'd like to talk when you get home if that's okay. Call me back when you get this. Please."

Ending the call, she dials Natasha next. The redhead picks up on the first ring.

"What's up, Frey?"

"Nothing, just got home. Was wondering if you had talked to Steve."

"No, not since we were on the ship. He's not exactly happy with me right now. Why?"

"We got into a fight. I'm just trying to get a hold of him and see when he'll be home. He didn't answer his phone." She technically isn't lying. Worrying Natasha is something she doesn't want to do right now.

"I'm sure things will be fine between you two. He adores you too much, Frey."

"Yeah, I hope so..." she sighs. "I'll talk to you later. Love you."

"Love you back."

Freya ends the call and tries to mentally reach out to him.

"Steve, can you hear me?"

She's met with silence. Hoping it's only because she's too far from him.

"Shit," she mumbles.

The feeling in her stomach isn't going away and it's starting to freak her out. Movement at the front door suddenly makes her jump. She knows it isn't Steve since he didn't mentally respond to her. The deadbolt unlocks and her eyes go wide.

Someone's breaking into their apartment.

She silently ducks behind the counter as she peers around the corner of it. Her hands are held up in front of her as she prepares to use her powers. The door slowly swings open.

Revealing a bruised and battered Nick Fury.

He closes the door and locks it behind him. Glancing around the apartment, his eye lands on Freya as she stands up front behind the counter.

"F-"

He puts a finger to his mouth, instantly silencing her. She nods, even though she's confused. She suddenly gets an idea. Respecting his request, she walks over to the record player and turns it on. Steve's 40's music begins to play and she smiles fondly. She swiftly walks around the apartment and turns off all the lights. Leaving the two of them in complete darkness. She also makes sure all of the windows are locked except for one. Leaving it accessible for Steve. Freya doesn't want him coming in through the front door with the current situation. It's the obvious and most dangerous one. While the window is hidden around the corner of the building near the fire escape. And it's the closest entrance to his shield.

Freya approaches Fury and takes his arm. She carefully guides him to the arm chair in the corner. Looking him over, she finally realizes how injured he actually is. Holding up a finger, she indicates she'll be right back. Quietly making her way to the kitchen, she grabs a water bottle and some pain killers. Walking back to Fury, she opens the water and hands him the pills. He gives her a small, sweet smile before he swallows the pills and nearly drains the bottle. He hands the bottle back to her and she puts it on the coffee table. Standing up straight, she studies him.

"Fury, what happened?"

His eye widens at her mental contact briefly before composing himself. She had only spoken to him telepathically once before about a year ago. It had freaked him out enough to where she hasn't done it since. Fury continues to stare at her. She realizes he doesn't know how to talk back to her.

"Just concentrate and direct your thoughts at me. I'd rather not go poking around in your head."

Fury nods and stares back at her intently.

"I'd prefer to wait until Rogers gets back and tell both of you at the same time."

She gives him a short nod and makes her way over to the couch to get comfortable. They sit in silence for nearly an hour before she hears a voice outside. Her neighbor is talking on the phone again. Unlike Steve, Freya knows the nurse that lives across the hall is actually a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. Being with the organization for as long as she has, it's easy to recognize the faces of other agents. This one though, Sharon, is actually a good friend of hers. They've known each other for about six years now.

When she realized Sharon had been placed in the apartment across the hall, she knew Fury had done it to keep an eye on them. Sharon is just doing her job and Freya isn't going to jeopardize that for her. Even if it means not telling Steve. Since he still knows her as "Kate, the nurse across the hall." It wouldn't be fair to her if Freya blows her cover. Suddenly, Freya hears a new voice and instantly recognizes it as Steve's. Getting up and moving to the door, she listens as they chat.

"My aunt, she's kind of an insomniac," Sharon chuckles. "Yeah..."

"It's fine. Have you seen Freya come in?" Steve asks.

"Uh, no, actually. I thought she was already here. I was planning on saying hi in a bit. Isn't her motorcycle out front?"

"Yeah, but we usually just take mine to work. She called me earlier, but I missed it and my phone died before I could call her back."

"Ah, gotcha. Well, when you see her, please let her know I have a free weekend coming up if she wants to have a girls day."

"Of course, I'll let her know."

There's a brief silence before Sharon speaks up again.

"Oh, and I think you left your stereo on."

"Oh. Right. Thank you."

Freya can hear the suspicion in his voice. Steve never leaves the stereo on and Freya knows this. When Sharon's foot steps eventually fade, she reaches her mind out to him and finally speaks.

"I'm inside. I turned the stereo on. Do not come in through the front door, though. Use the kitchen window by the bookcase. It's unlocked for you. Your shield is where you left it in the hallway."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"What's wrong, then?"

"Honestly, I don't know yet. Hurry inside."

Met with silence, she goes back to the living room and sits on arm of the couch to wait for Steve. After a few minutes go by, she barely hears the window in the kitchen open. She listens as he almost soundlessly climbs inside and walks down the hall. The small scrape of metal lets her know he's picked up his shield. Watching the hallway, she sees his head slowly peek around the corner. His face relaxes when he sees her, but instantly scrunches up in confusion when he spots Fury in the corner.

"What's going on?"

Standing up, she silently makes her way over to him and stands by his side.

"I don't know. He just randomly showed up and wouldn't talk."

Steve puts an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close as he leans against the wall. Looking back over to Fury, he finally addresses him.

"I don't remember giving you a key," Steve says.

"You really think I'd need one? Freya was here anyway." Fury grunts as he sits up straight and pauses for a moment. "My wife kicked me out." Both of the blondes eyebrows furrow in confusion before Steve replies.

"We didn't know you were married."

"A lot of things you don't know about me," Fury slightly nods his head to the side.

"We know, boss. That's the problem," Freya states.

Steve nods as he removes his arm from around Freya and walks forward a few steps. He hits the light switch to turn the lamp on next to Fury. The room brightens, revealing Fury's injuries. Still in the same spot behind Steve, Freya watches as the soldier immediately stiffens. He turns back to look at her in shock and she just nods. Putting a finger to his lips, Fury reaches forward and turns the lamp off again while Steve slowly backs away to stand next to Freya. His arm instantly goes back around her. Pulling her closer than before. They watch as Fury types something on his phone before turning it to them.

-EARS EVERYWHERE

The two Avengers look at each other in shock before their eyes slowly travel around the room in realization. Their apartment had been bugged.

"I'm sorry to have to do this, but I had no place else to crash." Fury types on his phone again and turns it around.

-SHIELD COMPROMISED

Freya's hand instantly finds Steve's on her shoulder as his grip on her tightens.

"Who else knows about your wife?" she asks. Fury winces as he stands and shows them another message on his phone.

-US THREE

"Just... my friends," he strains out as his injuries make it difficult for him to speak.

"Is that what we are?" Steve asks, his voice full of suspicion. Even after what Fury had done regarding the information about her birth parents, Freya knows he wouldn't have come to them like this if it things weren't bad.

"That's up to you two," Fury nods.

Suddenly, gunshots explode through the wall behind him as he screams. Freya tries to reach out to him to help, but Steve pulls her back and covers them with his shield. Fury's shot three times before he collapses. The apartment goes silent aside from Fury's groans of pain. Steve checks to make sure Freya's okay before reaching for the other man and dragging him into the kitchen. Freya crouches down and follows. She's able to withstand normal ammo rounds, but the one's that hit Fury will definitely do some damage to her. For once, she's actually scared. Getting into the kitchen, Steve and Freya hunch over Fury to inspect the damage. Steve starts to stand up to get a look at the shooter until Fury grabs his arm. Letting go, he reveals a thumb drive. The same one Natasha had been using to get S.H.I.E.L.D. files from the Lemurian Star. Steve gingerly reaches out and takes it from him as he glances at Freya.

"Only trust each other," Fury chokes out before collapsing. Pounding at the front door draws their attention away from him. It crashes open and a voice calls out. Freya instantly recognizes who it is.

"Freya?! Captain Rogers?!"

"Sharon, in the kitchen!" Freya calls out.

Steve's head whips to Freya in confusion before turning back to the woman that's now approaching them with her gun drawn. Sharon notices Steve watching her wearily and quickly explains.

"Captain... I'm Agent 13 of S.H.I.E.L.D. Special Service."

"Kate?" Steve asks, still trying to process everything.

"I'm assigned to protect you two," she tells him calmly.

"On whose order?" Steve asks after finally coming to his senses. He tries to step in front of Sharon until she gasps at the sight of Fury bleeding out on the ground.

"His," Sharon mutters. Stepping around him, she drops to the ground as her gun clatters to the kitchen floor and checks his pulse. Yanking a radio from her pocket, she calls for help. "Foxtrot is down, he's unresponsive. I need EMTs."

Freya grips Fury's hand as she listens to the radio chatter.

"Do we have a 20 on the shooter?"

Sharon looks up at Freya in question, who then looks over to Steve. He looks away from the window back at Freya.

"Are you gonna be okay here?"

"Yeah, go."

He nods in response before looking back at the window.

"Tell him I'm in pursuit."

Steve lines up with the window. Holding his shield up, he takes a running leap out of it and sails across the gap between the buildings. Freya hears him crash through a window of the adjacent building before it's silent. She looks back to Sharon, who had been watching her after she had relayed Steve's message.

"I heard the shots from my place and radioed them in. Scared the shit outta me. I was worried that you'd gotten hit," Sharon says shakily. Freya shakes her head as she stays silent. A grim look on her face. "What happened?" Sharon asks.

"We were talking in the living room," Freya says with a deep breath as she looks down at Fury. "The next thing I know, three shots blow through the wall and tag him. Steve and I were in the open just as much as he was. Why wouldn't the shooter go after us?"

"I don't know," Sharon shakes her head as she looks down at Fury too.

EMTs finally arrive and take Fury. Freya rides with Sharon as she follows the ambulance. When they finally get to the hospital. She grips on to the other agent's arm before they part.

"If you see Aaron, please look after him. He trusts you," Freya pleads. "I have a feeling things are gonna go south soon. Tell him I said not to trust anyone else."

Sharon nods and gives the other woman a quick hug before parting ways with her. The blonde Avenger quickly heads to the waiting area connected to the operating room that Fury had been taken to. She stands there, numb. Watching through the window while they work on him. It isn't long before she feels someone step up to her right. Already knowing who it is without looking. Steve winds an arm around her shoulders as he pulls her to his side and presses a kiss to her hair. They both stay silent while they watch the doctor try to save Fury. Soon after, someone comes rushing into the room and stands on Freya's left. Glancing over, she sees red hair and realizes it's Natasha.

"Is he gonna make it?" Natasha asks. Freya, unable to find her voice, just stands there.

"We don't know," Steve answers.

"Tell me about the shooter," Natasha demands as she looks over at Steve briefly before turning her eyes back to Fury.

"He's fast. Strong," Steve sighs. "Had a metal arm."

Freya freezes at the description and tenses up. She instantly feels sick.

Winter shot Fury.

Steve notices, but doesn't think anything of it at the moment. Freya notices Natasha is now silent as well. Knowing the redhead knows who the shooter is, too. She has her own history with Winter before S.H.I.E.L.D. Then, the two of them had a run in with him on a mission five years ago. Freya had already been encountering him on her own missions before that one. Maria Hill finally shows up and stands Natasha's left.

"Ballistics?" Natasha questions her immediately.

"Three slugs, no rifling. Completely untraceable," Maria replies.

"Soviet-made." It's a statement from the redhead this time, not a question.

"Yeah," Maria turns to her with a confused look. The nurses suddenly start rushing around the operating room in panic.

"He's in V-tach!"

The doctor begins to scramble, trying to keep Fury alive.

"BP's dropping."

"Defibrillator!"

"No... No, no, no, please..." Freya whispers as tears start to sting her eyes.

"Don't do this to me, Nick," Natasha pleads softly.

Freya reaches out to Natasha and grabs her hand. The redhead instantly grips on to it. Both women trying to comfort each other. As they begin to use the defibrillator on Fury, Freya braces herself and waits for the tightness to erupt in her chest. To feel like part of her soul has been ripped away. A feeling she hasn't felt since New York.

It never comes.

They doctor continues to work on Fury as he does everything he can. Natasha stares unblinkingly and continues to beg Fury.

"Don't do this to me, Nick. Don't do this to me."

The doctor finally decides to call it. Announcing Nick Fury's time of death at 1:03 am.

Freya releases Natasha's hand and steps out of Steve's arm as she turns to leave the room. Walking into the hallway, she wraps her arms around herself as she tries to hold back tears. She's heartbroken, but at the same time confused. She's known Fury since she was sixteen. He, along with Phil, had recruited her into S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Avengers. She thought they had been close and had expected to feel him die. But she feels nothing aside from grief. A tear finally rolls down her face as she feels a hand on her shoulder. Turning around, she sees Sitwell and Rumlow standing behind her.

"I'm sorry, Merc," Rumlow says quietly as he pulls her in for a hug.

She stays silent as he releases her and Sitwell brings her in for a brief hug. Also giving her his condolences. Not bothering to return their hugs, she glances up at them and gives them a weak smile. As they walk away, she sees Steve walk out of the waiting room. His eyes search the hallway before they land on her. He immediately makes his way over to her and pulls her into a tight hug. Which she instantly returns.

"You felt it," Steve says quietly.

"Actually... no. I didn't feel a thing," she replies in confusion. Which deepens when she feels Steve's own confusion now too. "I should've felt something."

"But... what does that mean then?" Steve asks.

"I don't know," Freya frowns. "But, none of this feels right." She combs her fingers through her hair in frustration. When she looks up at him, she sees him frowning as well. "You feel it too, don't you?" she asks.

"Yeah," he admits as he looks down at her. "You're right. None of this feels right."

"We need to keep our heads down for right now until we can figure out what the hell is going on," Freya whispers. Steve nods in silent agreement while he studies their surroundings. A shared feeling of hypervigilance starts to consume them.

Maria eventually comes to get them and leads them to the morgue so they can say a final goodbye to Fury. She stays outside while Steve and Freya go in. Walking into the room, they find Natasha already there. Standing next to the table where Fury's body lays. Steve opts to stand to the side of the room while Freya approaches the table and stands next to Natasha. The two women share a tight hug before standing there in silence. Freya eventually backs away to stand next to Steve. Leaving the redhead to have her own time with Fury. A few minutes later, Maria walks into the room as she struggles to hold it together.

"I need to take him," Maria chokes out. Natasha doesn't respond and continues to stare down at Fury.

"Natasha," Steve softly calls out to her. The redhead reaches forward and rests a hand on Fury's forehead before storming out of the room. Steve and Freya glance at each other wearily and follow her out.

"Natasha!" Freya hisses. Natasha quickly spins to face the other two, taking them by surprise.

"Why was Fury in your guys' apartment?" Natasha demands. She glances at Freya, but ultimately narrows her eyes at Steve. Knowing she'll never get anything from her sister, she focuses on the ninety-five-year-old World War II veteran that's socially awkward when it comes to women.

"We don't know," Steve sighs as he pretends to be clueless. But the hard glare that Natasha is directing at him is already making him uncomfortable. Surprised by his response, Freya mentally reaches out to him.

"We're not gonna tell her?"

"No, not yet. Not until we figure out what's going on and who we can trust."

Her stomach churns at the word "trust". Knowing he'll probably be furious when he finds out about her unconventional friendship with the man who killed Fury.

"Merc, Cap, they want you two back at S.H.I.E.L.D.," Rumlow announces as he approaches from behind.

When Freya's eyes land on him, she instantly gets a sickening feeling in her stomach. She narrows her eyes at Rumlow. Something doesn't feel right with him. Rumlow's a good friend. But as much as she doesn't want to believe that something's up with him, her gut feeling has never been wrong.

"Yeah, give us a second," Steve nods.

"They want you two, now," Rumlow demands when they start to turn back to Natasha.

"Okay," Steve says in irritation as he worriedly glances down at Freya. Now feeling her uneasiness through their link. Rumlow quickly looks at Freya before walking away. They turn back to Natasha again to find her studying them.

"You should've let Freya answer me," Natasha shakes her head with a small smirk after her strategy is met with success. "Because you're a terrible liar."

She turns away from them and walks out of the hospital. They face each other and sigh, knowing Natasha's pissed. As Steve looks around in frustration, his eyes fall on the vending machine next to him that's currently being restocked. He pauses and stares at it. Suddenly, he turns back to Freya when he gets an idea.

"We have to hide the drive. There's no way we can take it back to headquarters with us. If Fury's willing to die for it, we can't let anyone get their hands on it."

Freya's head quickly whips around to look at him and she gives him a firm nod.

"I agree. Do you have somewhere in mind?"

He glances back at the vending machine making her eyes go wide.

"A vending machine?! Seriously?!"

"Do you have a better idea?"

Steve raises an amused eyebrow at her when he knows she doesn't. Shaking her head, she sighs and begins to walk away from him toward Rumlow.

"Hurry up. I'll go distract them."

The sun has already risen by the time they get back to the Triskelion. Steve and Freya change into their uniforms before meeting up with S.T.R.I.K.E.

"Pierce wants to talk to you," Rumlow announces.

"Uh, okay," Freya furrows her eyebrows in confusion.

"Just Cap," Rumlow replies as he hesitantly looks down at her. The feeling in her stomach gets worse in response. She can't ignore it anymore. Something is definitely up with Rumlow and his team.

"You're with me, Merc," Rollins informs her. She just nods in reply as she mentally reaches out to Steve.

"Something's wrong."

Steve quickly glances at her. Trying not to draw attention to their silent communication.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I can feel it. My powers are trying to warn me. Something's not right. Any time I look at Rumlow or any of the S.T.R.I.K.E. team the feeling gets worse. Do not trust them under any circumstances."

He slightly nods in confirmation before walking away with Rumlow.

"Be careful. I'll see you soon."

"You, too."

They go their separate ways as Rollins leads Freya to the other side of the building where they go to one of the top floors. Guiding her to one of the conference rooms, they sit down across from each other while two men stand by the door. She eyes them suspiciously before turning her attention on Rollins.

"So, Merc. Why was Fury in your apartment?" he asks.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know," she shakes her head and feigns innocence.

"I thought you two were pretty close," he narrows his eyes.

"I mean, I guess we were," she shrugs. "But, our relationship was a bit strained after the crap he pulled with hiding the knowledge of who my birth parents are and such."

"So he didn't tell you anything before he died? He didn't give you anything?" he presses.

"Give me something? Like what?" she asks cluelessly.

"I don't know," he shrugs. "You tell me."

"It kinda sounds like you're implicating something, Jack," she narrows her eyes as she leans forward.

"Well, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, Freya." He mirrors her actions as he tries to keep the upper hand in intimidation. "But we're just trying to get to the bottom of Fury's murder." She eyes him for a few moments before smirking.

"Do you know what my powers are, Rollins?"

"Well, yeah," he says in confusion before naming them off. "Telekinesis, flight, strength and durability, barrier projection."

"You forgot a pretty important one," she informs him when he stops. He stares at her in silence, waiting for her to elaborate. Her smirk turns into a wolfish grin as she makes her eyes to glow. "Telepathy." Rollins freezes and his eyes go wide, now clearly uncomfortable. "Oh, you didn't know that, did you?" she pouts condescendingly. "Maybe it's because I intentionally withheld that information," she shrugs nonchalantly. "So, unless you want me poking around in your head, I suggest you back the fuck off and stop treating me like a criminal," she snaps, a hard glare now directed at him. "Because I will happily dig through your head and leave you a catatonic mess." She pushes her chair back and stands. "Now, I'm gonna walk out of this room and you're gonna be satisfied with my answers. Understood?"

He gives her a small nod, his eyes still wide. Freya's eyes fade back to normal and she sends him a sickeningly sweet smile before turning and heading to the elevator. She reaches out to Steve while she waits for it.

"Hey, are you out of your meeting with Pierce?"

"Yeah, I just got out. And you're right, something's definitely wrong. How'd it go with Rollins?"

"Operations Control," she tells the Triskelion's AI as she steps into the elevator.

"Confirmed," the AI responds and the elevator immediately begins to move.

"Oh, just peachy. He was acting way off. Extremely passive aggressive."

"So was Pierce. Where are you now?"

"Northwest elevator. You?"

The elevator stops and four agents walk in as they nod at her in greeting. She politely nods back before focusing on the elevator doors again.

"Southeast one."

Stopping again, three more agents step in, all from S.T.R.I.K.E. She tenses up as her stomach begins to sink.

"Meet at your motorcycle after we change back into civilian clothes?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

Stopping again, the doors open and five more agents from S.T.R.I.K.E. squeeze into the elevator this time. They shuffle around behind her, putting her in the middle of everyone.

"Hey, uh, is your elevator getting a little crowded, too?"

"Yeah... I've got most of the S.T.R.I.K.E. team with me and a few agents. Rumlow's here, too. Even Rollins. Who somehow got to my elevator really fast... Yours?"

"Some of the S.T.R.I.K.E. team, too. With a few agents as well. These guys know I can easily take them. If you've got Rumlow, Rollins and most of S.T.R.I.K.E. with you, you're their primary target. They can't contain me, so they'll try to stall me while they go after you. Be careful."

"I've been itching to kick Rumlow's ass anyway."

Freya raises an eyebrow in amusement at his comment. She finally sighs and looks around at the assortment of men crowded together in the elevator around her.

"You guys know how this is gonna end, right?" Freya questions them. "So, does anyone wanna tap out before we start? No one will fault you if you do," she offers. The elevator comes to a stop and two men quickly scurry out. "Anyone else?" she asks. She receives silence as the doors close and the elevator begins to move again. "Please don't make me destroy a perfectly good elevator," she pouts.

There's a pregnant pause before the man behind her puts her in a choke hold. Freya rolls her eyes and slams an elbow into his stomach. She then rears her head back into his, knocking him out. Turning to her left, she kicks another man in the chest so hard that he flies through the thick glass portion of the elevator wall. The next one tries to tackle her from behind. She puts a foot on the broken railing in front of her and pushes backwards, throwing them into another guy. As they tumble to the ground, four guys to her left start to converge on them. She throws out her left arm and flings them across the elevator with her powers. They slam into the wall and land in a tangled heap. She sees two other attackers in front of her begin to pull out what looks like steel bracelets and a collar from their briefcases. The elevator jerks to a standstill when she throws a hand at the elevator control panel and hits the emergency stop button.

Standing and turning, Freya quickly dispatches the two men that had fallen with her. The four men she had thrown climb to their feet and shove her against the wall of the elevator. Two men grab each arm and pin them against the wall. One of the men that had a briefcase snaps the steel bracelets around her wrists. While the man with the collar starts his approach. The bracelets activate and magnetize her wrists to the metal portion of the wall. Kicking a leg out, her foot lands between the legs of the man with the collar. He goes down and the collar falls from his hands. Kicking again at the man that put the bracelets on her, she connects with his head. Sending him into the metal railing of the elevator and knocking him out cold.

Slowly turning her head to her right, the two men still holding that arm back freeze while their eyes go wide. Freya has a look of pure rage on her face and her irises are glowing bright silver. She easily pulls her right arm off the wall and out of their grasp and grabs one by the neck. She smashes his head against the wall, rendering him unconscious. Then, using her powers on the other one, she sends him flying head first into the elevator doors. Leaving a massive dent. He falls to the ground, limp. Looking at the two on her left, she raises her right hand and uses her powers to grab both of them at the same time. She throws them out of the already created hole in the glass wall. Hearing a groan, she looks down and sees the man she had kicked in the balls struggling to get up. She lazily flicks her wrist, sending him out the hole, too. After easily removing the steel bracelets by hand, she looks down at the collar they had also tried to put on her. Using her powers to lift it to eye level, her silver mist holds it while she studies it in it's unclasped form. There's an unlit control panel on it and she has a sinking feeling of what it might be. Clenching her fist, her silver mist crushes it into unrecognizable pieces. Her eyes finally go back to normal as she sighs. She looks around at the remaining men on the floor around her before reaching out to Steve.

"I'm clear. How are you?"

"Sorta clear. I can't get out of the elevator. They've cut off all floors and I'm at a dead stop. I've gotta jump."

"'Jump'?!"

"Yep! Catch me!"

Igniting her aura, she dives through the hole she had created. Her flight instantly kicks in and she blasts around to his side of the building. Seeing him falling to the ground below, she dives towards him. Steve holds his shield up and crashes through the glass ceiling of the Triskelion's lobby. He's about to make contact with the ground when Freya uses her powers to barely catch him in time. Floating down to land next to him, she sees she had stopped him only inches from the ground.

"Now THAT'S cutting it close," he grins up at her.

"Maybe warn me a little earlier next time, Spangles," she scoffs. She sets him on his feet as he continues to grin.

"Cmon, let's go before they lock down the entire area," he nods toward the garage. She falls in step next to him as they start to run.

"You know, I can fly, right?" she asks in amusement. "I don't need to ride with you."

"But I like it when you ride with me," he smirks.

She just grins and shakes her head as they get to his bike and hop on. They barely escape the garage before they lock it down. Steve opens the throttle and they speed across the bridge to the exit. A quinjet flies by them, turns and hovers in their path. Behind the jet, they can see the emergency blockade go up. Cutting off their escape route with the bike.

"Stand down, Captain Rogers and Agent Stark. Stand down," the pilot of the quinjet orders them.

"They're gonna open fire if we don't stop. I have to fly ahead and put up a barrier for us. See if you can take down the jet in the meantime."

"Copy."

Reigniting her aura, she uses Steve's shield as leverage and propels herself upwards and into a front flip. She initiates flight and blasts toward the quinjet. Coming to a stop directly in front of it, she can see the panicked look on the pilots' faces. She brings up her hands and creates a barrier just as the quinjet starts to shoot. The bullets begin to ricochet off the silver wall with loud thunks. Steve's shield flies past her as it arcs around her barrier and wedges itself in the jet's right engine causing it to lose altitude and tilt. Suddenly, his bike skids along the ground underneath her as he soars over her head. He somersaults when he makes contact with the jet's windows. The quinjet ceases fire when the pilots begin to actively panic, allowing Freya to drop her barrier and watch as Steve rolls to the engine and grabs his shield. When he yanks it free from the propeller, the jet violently tilts the other way. He loses his footing and begins to tumble toward the other edge of the jet's roof. Freya reaches her hands out and takes hold of the quinjet with her powers. Her silver mist envelopes it and it quickly levels out. Allowing Steve to roll to his feet.

"Thanks, Doll."

"Anytime."

Steve throws his shield at the boosters on the back of the jet, taking out both and causing the pilots to lose control. He takes a running leap off the back of the jet and easily snags his shield mid air as he tucks into a front flip. Reaching out again, Freya stops his momentum as she guides him to the ground. Flying over to him, she powers down her aura and lands at his side. They turn to watch the jet spin out of control and crash land. Looking at each other, they silently nod and start running.

Officially fugitives from S.H.I.E.L.D.