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Chapter 13
Compromised

One of Jamie's informants had some rather very important information to hand off. Unfortunately, this informant was all the way back up in New York City. Her informant was a member of the Blood Spade. The Blood Spades were a lesser known gang in New York, but extremely dangerous.

The moment Jamie was changed into her black SHIELD stealth uniform she was directed to one of the Quinjets and flown up to her home city. Once she was on location, she snuck in through a window on the fire escape and entered the empty apartment. She checked around each corner before she dragged a chair under the ceiling fan,where a flash drive was taped to the dusty, unseen side of the fan. Jamie jumped down and put the chair back.

Jamie started to make her way back to the open window, which was letting in rain from the downpour outside. Before she was able to take two steps, however, the apartment door slammed open and a very large man ran in, knife in hand. Jamie was tackled into the dining room table. The weight from the two broke it. The flash drive now out of her hand.

The brunette rolled away from her attacked and got to her feet, as did her attacker, who also picked up the flash drive. Jamie was forced quickly to take a step back as the man swung out with the knife. He went for another stab, but Jamie grabbed his wrists. He moved in close enough to knee her in the ribs, allowing for her hold to loosen on his arms.

He punched Jamie, landing the hit to her left cheek. She backed up to regain her balance and footing, but moved quicker than the man thought she could after a punch like that. She punch him twice in the face. The man swung out again, managing to cut the girl's right cheek. Jamie got in two more hits to the head before the man grabbed Jamie's arms and threw her against the wall into a small table. The table broke under her, a vase shattering under her left side, glass wedging itself into her skin.

Jamie rolled when the man tried to body slam her. She rolled back to her feet and moved as fast as she could. She used the window sill as a step to push herself forward and used the perpendicular wall for another step to get behind the now standing man and grab him from behind. She tightened her arm around his neck and he gagged, backing up.

His panicked movement went the two backwards and out the window that wasn't opened to the fire escape. The two dropped two stories, landing half on a closed dumpster before flipping to the ground. Upon making contact with the ground, Jamie cried out, even more glass going into her back. It took her a couple minutes to regain herself. She rolled over, forehead pressed to the ground in a puddle as one arm wrapped around her midsection and the other went to help push herself upright.

Jamie could hear the man several feet away from her get up and start to make his way towards her. The brunette tried her hardest to get up quickly, but she stumbled once she was on her feet, only to be tacked back down. The air was knocked out of the girl's lungs in a single huff, while the man pinned her down, closing his hands around her neck.

Jamie reached up and pressed her thumbs into her attacker's eyes. He cried out and let go of her throat. While he was preoccupied with his eyes, Jamie moved and jabbed her hand against his neck, hitting the pressure point Natasha had showed her in order to knock the guy out right on the spot.

The woman found the flash drive in his pocket. Just to check to see who her attacker was, she looked at his left forearm, which had a tattoo of a red spade on it. At least she knew who the attacker was. All she had to figure out now was if her informant had sold her out or if they had figured her informant out.

She was about to make her way to where her informant lived to question him, but stopped when the comm. in her ear broke silence. "Solace, report to the quinjet effective immediately."

It was unusual for them to pull her out like that. Normally there was radio silence until she informed them she had what they needed. This didn't bode well to her. "Copy that," she answered hoarsely.

I need a nap, Jamie thought, sluggishly walking off the back of the quinjet. Jamie ran a hand through her hair, stretching her stiff neck. Getting knocked around really stiffened her up quite a bit. She figured it was about time to go out for a spa day with Taylor so she could get a massage and work out all the kinks in her back.

It has been a good while since Jamie had seen that techie, after all. She could use with a good dose of paranoid punk.

Jamie had already handed over the flash drive to the pilot, who was to escort it up to the intelligence division where it would be uploaded and classified by level. Jamie's job was over after she filled out her report, which she was tabling for tomorrow. She was too tired and too sore to deal with it right then. Plus, it didn't need to be turned in until the end of the week. She was already caught up so she could afford a bit of procrastination.

All Jamie had left to do was change and head home as she called Steve to let him know she was back from mission. He'd probably offer to do dinner and a movie that night at her place seeing as he didn't have a television, but she'd politely decline. This was one night she wanted to just soak in her tub and listen to some 40's music that she had stuck in her head because of the blond specimen.

Jamie got into the coed locker room to find several of the STRIKE team members groaning and changing out of their gear. They looked pretty beat up, like her. She supposed everybody had a long day.

I wonder if Steve was called out on another job then, she wondered as she took off her fingerless gloves. She wedged them in the crook of her elbow, while her fingers skillfully and absentmindedly turned the dial of the lock on her locker. He normally works with the STRIKE guys.

"Solace."

Jamie's head snapped up at the deep voice at the end of the row. Rumlow was standing there, looking rather worse for wear, just like the rest of his men. "Secretary Pierce would like to see you in Fury's office," he informed her.

Pierce? she wondered. Why would the Secretary of State want to talk to me? Why not just send me to Fury? Jamie shoved her hands back into her gloves and ran a hand through her hair once more. "Oh, okay. Thanks for the heads up, Rumlow."

"No problem," he told her. "I'll escort you up."

Jamie walked passed him, Rumlow following on her heel. "Thanks kind of you, but you don't have to. I know my way."

"No, it's fine," he told her. They both stepped into the elevator, with a monotone "Director" from Peirce to get the elevator to bring them to the level. "I'm heading up there anyway."

"Okay," she muttered, shrugging her shoulders.

There was a rather awkward silence between them for a moment. Jamie didn't know why Rumlow was being so openly kind towards her. Not that they had any beef with one another, they just didn't really know one another other than from what she got out of their polite conversations there at work. She didn't really know much about him and what she did know was from Steve since they worked together far more than Jamie did with STRIKE.

"Looks like you guys had a rough day," Jamie pointed out, trying to strike up conversation.

"Yeah, guess you could say that," he answered. "Though, from the looks of it, you did to."

"Eh, I've had worse," she huffed. "So I guess I can't really complain."

"I hear that."

The elevator door informed opened and Jamie stepped out, Rumlow exiting shortly after, though he stayed right next to the elevator. "Thanks for the company," she said to be polite.

"No problem," he said. He smirked, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning back against the wall. "My pleasure."

The female started to make her way down the hallway towards the office. She couldn't help but glance over her shoulder back at Rumlow though. Something was really off. Why was he so friendly now? Why was he giving her that look? Why had he even offered to bring me up here if all he was going to do was stand at the elevator? None of it made sense, and it wasn't giving her a good feeling either.

Jamie found the office door closed when he arrived. She knocked respectfully and didn't enter until she heard the man instruct her to do so. She nodded her head to him and gave him a small smile. "Mr. Secretary," she greeted.

"Jameson Roe," Pierce said, standing up from his desk. "Please, come in. Make yourself comfortable. It's best you're seated with what I have to discuss."

Jamie sat down on the couch, him sitting down across from him. She knew something was very wrong. Why was she in Fury's office? Where was Fury? Why was she even being met with in the first place? She swore she hadn't done anything wrong.

"I would first like to say that I respect you a great deal, Jameson," Pierce said.

"Oh, please, Sir. Jamie," she insisted.

"Jamie, such a sweet name," he said. "I respect you a great deal. You've been through quite a bit, in situations anybody would give up. But you push through, Like with Qatar. It was you that saved those men."

"Thank you, Sir," Jamie muttered, not comfortable accepting the compliment. "May I ask what's going on, Sir?"

"Well, there's no easy way to tell you this, Jamie, but Director Fury is dead," Pierce informed her.

Jamie stared at him for a moment just letting that sink in. "Director Fury is gone?" she asked, all the while thinking, What the fucking hell? What the hell happened? Fury can't be dead….he's Fury! "What happened?"

"He was attacked," he said. "And he was shot in your friend, Captain America's apartment," he went on.

Fury was at Steve's? Why would he possibly be at Steve's? Nothing was adding up. "I'm confused, Sir. Why was he with Steve?"

"That's exactly what we want to know, Solace," he said. "I spoke to Captain Rogers after the incident, and he wouldn't disclose that information to me. He's withholding things from us. And then he attacked several of our agents trying to get away. That's rather suspicious, wouldn't you say?"

It was, but knowing Steve he had a good reason for it. But then again, why was Fury even there? Why wouldn't Steve just tell them and help find whoever did this? Why would he attack the other agents? It was all making her head hurt!

"I suppose so," Jamie said.

"We need to bring Captain Rogers in to see what he knows," Pierce said. "I want you to head up the STRIKE team."
"You want me to command STRIKE?" Jamie gaped. "Sir, I've worked with them only a handful of times, and I've never commanded anyone before. It's out of my depths."

"I know you're perfectly capable, Jamie," he said. "Rumlow and his men had worked with Captain Rogers for a while, but they don't know him like you down. They don't know him personally, where he'd go, who he'd go to."

"Sir, if he hasn't come to me, then I'm not sure I do know," Jamie said. "Steve's a smart man, and he may be trusting, but he's not dumb enough to let information pertaining to a mission or case slip. If he's in hiding, it's not going to be easy to find him. And I don't know the first place to look."

"You are just our best chance of finding him, Roe," Peirce said softly. "Can you at least try and find him. Just assist the team in anyway possible. Global security could be at risk if we don't find him."

Steve, what have you gotten yourself into? Jamie asked herself. "Yes, Sir," Jamie answered, though she still was very unsure of what to do and who to trust.

"Thank you, I knew you would see it our way," he said. "Now, Agent Rumlow will escort you to the team."

"Yes sir," Jamie said. She stood up and shook his hand. "I'll do my best."

Jamie met up with Rumlow outside of the office. She nodded to him and motioned for him to lead the way. "So you're in?" Rumlow asked.

"I suppose so," Jamie muttered. They entered into the elevator and Rumlow hit the button to the floor with the tactical room.

"We need to gather with the rest of the team then," Rumlow said. "Devised a plan."

"Okay, mind if we stop at my desk first? I've got some extra cartridges that'll definitely come in handy if we're really going up against Steve," she said.

"Oh, we will," he said, hitting the button of the elevator to stop at her floor first. "He's the reason why the closest elevators out of commision."

Jamie kept her mouth shut. The door opened and she took her small backpack she kept in the drawer for emergencies out, taking the extra cartridges of ICERs out and shoving them in. Her eyes caught sight of something fuzzy. She glanced back at Rumlow, who was too busy looking at his watch to notice her grabbing something extra. She zipped the bag and slung it over her shoulders, following Rumlow back across the floor to the elevator.

"How are you holding up with all this?" Rumlow asked, eyeing her from the side.

Jamie sighed. "It's a lot to take in," she answered honestly. "I'm….really confused." Jamie don't know if she could trust Rumlow, but she had to try and talk some reason into him, right? He worked with Steve almost as long as she had. More if the Battle of New York wasn't in play. He would know Steve wasn't up to anything, right?

"I mean, this is Steve we're talking about. It's hard to believe something like this. He wouldn't do it without a reason, right?" Jamie said.
"So you doubt orders?" Ru,lw questions.

Careful, Jamie, she told herself. Tread carefully. "I doubt things are as simple as they appear."

Before Jamie really knew what was going on, she was running around the corner away from Rumlow, who drew his gun at her. And it wasn't an ICER. "Can't afford someone questioning everything, Solace!" He called to her. "You should've just followed orders like a good little soldier!"

So he's in on it too, Jamie thought, running around another corner towards the windows. They were her only hope. Stairs were too slow. The elevators were a death trap. The only option she had was to break a window and fly out.

Jamie didn't even have to draw her own gun either. As she ran straight on toward the large windows in the office, Rumlow shot at her, missing most of his shots except for one that grazed her side. The others lodges into the window. When she jumped, turning so her back made contact first, it shattered. Jamie dropped several stories before she regained composure after getting shot before flying off into the distance to lose SHIELD and to hopefully find Steve.

She needed someone she could trust.

After all, Jamie had no idea what was going on.

Jamie had never been more confused about what was going on, or what to do in her life. Not even when she was in Qatar had she been that confused. Back then, she knew who the enemy was, and the basics of what was going on. Now? All she knew for sure was STRIKE was after her, and most likely Steve from the talk she had had with Pierce, and that Fury's death had something to do with it.

There were only two reasons Jamie could really think of as to why Fury would go to Steve, at his own apartment of all places. One: Steve was in trouble: like neck deep in shit kind of trouble. And two: Fury needed his help with something so secret that even the rest of SHIELD couldn't know about. And Steve was the most trustworthy person she knew, so he was obviously the right person to go to for help, right?

So did that mean Pierce was the bad guy? Or did he simply just not know what was truely going on? Jamie didn't know. But for now, she couldn't risk giving people the benefit of the doubt, other than Steve of course.

Jamie hid back in the alley, working her way out of her uniform and into the workout clothes in the bag she had grabbed before leaving with she changed, groaning the whole time, she used the troll phone that she had stuffed into her back discretely and called Taylor with the secure line.

How many other people was there to go to other than Taylor that could help? Clint and Natasha were part of SHIELD and how was she supposed to know if they had anything to do with any of this? Tony was who knows where and the Brits were, well, in Britain. Steve was normally the only person she ever really went to, and he was currently one of America's most wanted by SHIELD.

"Finally you find the line." The voice was clear as day, something unexpected from the small phone.

"I've known about the line for a while," she muttered, accidentally hitting the wound on her shoulder.

"What was that? Are you okay?" Taylor asked her. "What's going on?"

"I need you to give me a reason to trust you more than anybody right now," Jamie told her, zipping the sweatshirt up and pulling the hood over her head.

"Okay you're starting to sound like me...and knowing me that's going to be hard to prove."

"Yeah, well, I need your help and…..and I don't have anybody else to go to right now," she said. Jamie carefully slung the backpack over her shoulder and exited the alley, making her way down the street with no particular direction in mind yet.

"Okay first off can you give me a low down of what exactly is going on? Normally you just text me when you need my amazing skills."

"You sure you're not going to refer this back to anybody? No matter who asks?" She asked.

"You're implying that I would trust my coworkers enough and I know you're not that stupid."

"I mean superiors," Jamie clarified harshly. "Like, oh, Acting Director Secretary Pierce."

"Pierce can go fuck himself. I don't trust him and his sleezy face. Hell I barely trusted Fury but at least he was honest about not liking me."

"Well, Pierce just ordered STRIKE against Steve, and he wanted me to work with them until they turned on me too. Guess they figured I knew something was off…." She glanced over her shoulder, checking to make sure nobody was following her.

"Okay... That explains some things..." The sounds of keys tapping sounded from the other end. "Stop!"

"What?" Jamie asked, completely confused. But she stopped anyway, moving out of the way of pedestrians.

"Tracker in your suit." Taylor told her. "I'm hiding the signal temporarily now. But hey...plant it on a passing person and you've got a good decoy as soon as I lift the cover."

"And that's exactly the right thing to say to make me trust you," Jamie sighed. She reached into her bag and looked at the suit for the tracker. Once she finally found it, she pocketed it into a stranger's jacket before going back on her way in the opposite direction. "Okay, that's done. Any idea where I could find Steve?"

"Well he had a tracker, and I was able to follow it to some high school gym near his house. But looking at the proximity of SHIELD issued vehicles surrounding the place and the lack of pings going off about Captain America's arrest, I'd say he's not there."

Jamie sighed in relief for a moment. She was just thankful they hadn't gotten to Steve. But that meant that the issue of finding him was still the problem to be dealt with. "Great, now we won't be able to find him," she grumbled.

"Hold on, I never said I couldn't find him! This is The Amazing Dr. Malone you're talking too." Taylor grumbled to her. "This is where double majoring in both forensic body science and computer science comes in handy.

"Well our little super soldier lab rat was exposed to low levels of radiation when he was turned into the Mr. Universe he is today. Most people don't know this because most people don't think of testing Captain America for radiation when they first meet him. But I'm not most people...it also helps that Capsicle gives off not only low levels of his own radiation, but has radiation cling from my favorite person...Blue."

"How the hell did you test him? You've never met Steve face to face before," Jamie questioned.

"...You really should watch who's DNA you bring with you places. It's way too easy to pick it off you."

"...I'm going to scold you on that later, but right now, I really need to know where steve is," Jamie pressed.

"You'll be getting an encrypted text message on this phone. Passcode is the day you meet me. Those are the coordinates."

"Thanks, Taylor…" Jamie muttered. "And, take care of yourself. Get somewhere safe. Who knows what's really going on…."

"I'm staying here."

"What? Taylor, don't be stupid," Jamie scolded.

"I'm never stupid. It's my job." Taylor explained. "I'm going to remain here in case you guys need me again...I...I don't hate working for SHIELD as much as I say I do. Director Fury was...okay. And I love you...so...yeah. I'm staying."

"Taylor, you don't have to do this," Jamie insisted, ,though she was touched that Taylor was willing to risk her life for them.

"I've been getting bad vibes from some of my coworkers anyway. If I leave now it'll draw attention. I'll keep them off your tail."

"Thank you, Taylor," Jamie said. The phone buzz in her hand. She removed it from her ear and checked the location, changing her direction to go to what looked like a hospital.

"Don't mention it...seriously. If any good higher ups hear about this they'll force me to work for them more."

Jamie chuckled, though she ended up groaning because of the wound in her side. "Thanks. And that's not funny…"

"No problem, I better go before I kill you with hilarity."

Jamie just rolled her eyes. "Take care of yourself, Taylor. I expect to hear from you once all this is cleared up."

"You're not getting rid of me that easily."

And so it truly begins! No, Jamie's mission didn't have anything to do with Hyrda...but that was a really good idea that I wish I had thought of beforehand...oh well. I kind of like it this way anyway. Damn Rumlow shot Jamie and Taylor's trustworthy...Who knew (*cough *StillDoll13* Cough*). Anyway, I think I'm going to end up updating once or twice a week or so. Some people gave some good advice about Bucky that I had been talking about, but it doesn't exactly work that way, but I think I came up with another things just in case it doesn't work out. There was a slight change, but hopefully I can stick to my original plan. I decided to post this one a little early though because I have to sit through a 3 hr critque and that's going to put me in a really bad mood so I'm hoping reviews will make me feel better.

Thanks go to the following for their reviews:

Gabby.P.12- You are very welcome!

MidnightPenguin- I know, but there's only so much I can do. There wouldn't be too much of gap, because there are chapters after the movie that I could do that don't involve what I was talking about (which is kind of confusing because nobody really know what I'm talking about, lol).

Jo- Hmmm Kids...There's something very important involving kids before Avengers 2 starts...lol, I'm such a tease!

Queen of Erebor- I'm sorry I'm not going with choice one...but there will be maybe two a week. Is that okay?

KnowInsight- That's a clever idea, and originally in the first Solace part of this series, I had planned on having the whole captive stuff flashbacks, but it ended up getting all mucky and stuff so I changed it. Unfortunately it doesn't work for the Bucky thing either. It's kind of complicated. And I so can't wait to have Jamie talk to Nat about Bruce. That pairing is just too stinkin' cute!

CJ/OddBall- Oh yeah, he's gonna get really red. The Hyrdra mission thing was a really good idea that I didn't think of. I wish I had, but it's too late to change everthing now.

Jedi Jelsa777- I'm always happy to give people sneak peaks if they ask. It's nice to shoot ideas around with people other than, like, the only person I talk to about the things that'll happen in the future. So whenever you want, just let me know (Probably in a PM though, because don't want everyone to read it). Oh, I love the name Skye more than Daisy, but it doesn't bother me that it changed. It'll just get some time to get used to callin her it instead...because I still call her Skype! And yes, she def. will be teasing Nat and Bruce!