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Chapter 16
New Ally

They walked for what seemed like an hour or two, and normally would have been perfectly okay with that, but she was in pain. She wasn't complaining, after all, Steve was store and tired, and he was carrying Natasha too. Jamie only had to carry her backpack. But she didn't have any idea where they were going. She knew they were headed west, but why west?

"Steve?" Jamie asked.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"Where are we going?" She questioned innocently.

"To get a car," he answered.

That made sense, but where would they go once they got a car? "Okay, but, uh, where are we going to go after? Most of the people we know are out hunting us down?"

"Well, we have to go back to DC," he said. "We have to figure out what's up with Project Insight and stop it."

Jamie still had so many questions to ask. Who would they ask about Insight? Who could they trust? How were they going to get patched up? Who was going to help them stop whatever they were trying to stop? She didn't ask any of those questions though. They came up to a farmhouse. Steve left Natasha with Jamie while he went to go and boost it.

Once he had it, he took Natasha and laid her in the back seat of the truck so she could get some rest. Jamie moved into the passenger seat, Steve, once again driving. He was incredibly quiet. She knew he wasn't all that talkative to begin with, but at least when they weren't on trips in the car they would talk or listen to music.

Something was bugging him, and Jamie knew there were a million things that could've been. HYDRA, Zola, Fury, SHIELD's corrupt, being frozen for nothing...take your knew sometimes people had to just be left alone to think, but she wasn't going to let Steve stew on this on his own for too long. It would eat him up alive.

"Penny for your thoughts?" She asked calmly.

Steve glanced over at her before returning his eyes to the road. "Just thinking about a plan."

Right, that's total bull. If you were thinking about a plan you would at least go on to tell me about it, she thought. "You sure that's all?"

Steve sighed and glanced at her once more, a look of you-know-me-too-well. "Promise not to make a big deal about it?"

"...maybe," Jamie said. He gave her a pointed look. "Okay, okay."
"This is a whole new world," he said slowly.

"A dazzling place you never knew?" Jamie prompted with a smirk.

Steve didn't say anything at first. He looked as if he were thinking. "That's a movie reference, isn't it? I know it it…."

"Aladdin," she informed him.

"Right, I knew that…"

"You're changing the subject," she pointed out.

"I was hoping you wouldn't notice," he admitted.

"I notice pretty much everything," she said. "Most of the time. But you do know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

Steve sighed before going on. "Everything's different. Place I grew up isn't the same. At least Camp LeHigh was still there. Maybe a bit of a dump, but it was still there….And now it's gone."

Jamie nodded. "I understand what you're getting at. I kind of have been through the same thing. When we lived in Germany, we had this little apartment with a courtyard in the middle of the building. T had this beautiful tree in it that i would always play under. I went back once on leave when I was older and I walked right passed the this really big, really modern looking apartment complex….turns out they tore down the building and made a new one….I hadn't even recognized the area until later...The point is, everybody feels nostalgic and attached to placed that remind them of some memories, good or bad. So you're not alone when you feel that way."

"It's just, I feel like I'm still stuck in the past. I think like a stranger to a lot of people now."

"Maybe, but I think that's good too. I mean, you have adapted to your surroundings. You do know how we think. And you have two ways of seeing this. So, look on the bright side….it give you a fantastic point of view…"

"That's another reference, isn't it?" Steve chuckled. "More Aladdin?"

"See, you're getting it!"

"You two talk too much," Natasha grumbled from the back seat. She sat up slowly, looking out the front window as she regained herself. "Where are we going?"

"Back to DC," Jamie answered.

"Right, regroup and make a plan. Any idea where we can do that?"

"I've got someplace in mind," Steve admitted.
"Okay, well, we need to stop someplace first. I've got a couple stashes around the city. ID's, money, clothes. I'll grab us some stuff.."

"What? Don't think you can pull it off?" Jamie teased trying to lighten the mood.

"I can, but you can't."

"Jerk."

After picking up some stuff from Nat's stash, they were back in the truck. Jamie was a bit surprised when they pulled up to the house and Steve told her who it belonged to. She wasn't exactly sure how he knew where Sam Wilson lived, but right now, she didn't really care. She was a bit more concerned with getting him involved in all of his.

They snuck into the back and stepped up onto the several steps of that lead up to the sliding back door. Steve and Nat were standing side by side, while Jamie was on the bottom step. She pressed her hand into her side again trying to stop the last of the bleeding. It wasn't coming out as much as it had been, but if she touched it, then her hand would have come away with blood stained on her palm.

Sam opened the door with a rather confused look on his face. They must of been a shock to see. Three beaten up and soot covered people at your back door? Yeah, not something that you see everyday. "Hey man," he greeted.

"I'm sorry about this," Steve said, looking up at Sam. "We need a place to lay low."

"Everyone we know is trying to kill us," Nat added, though Jamie didn't quite know if that would help their case, or if it would just give him more of a reason to send them away. After all,most people hearing that the people standing on their porch asking for help were being hunted would have sent them away to in fear of their own life.

"We understand if you say no," Jamie said, looking as understanding as possible. "We're asking a lot of you."

Sam shook his head and stepped aside. "Not everyone." Steve and Nat quickly made their way in. Sam's turned his head to look at Jamie, for she was moving rather slow. His eyes landed on her blood stained side and stepped out to grab Jamie's arm, helping her up the steps and into the house.

"Thank you, Sam. This means a lot," Jamie thanked as they both stepped in. He moved over to the counter to lean again for extra balance. She really needed to get some water and something to eat.

"Well, if you're going to be hiding out here, mind telling me a bit of what's going on….and why you're covered in blood?" Sam asked.

"Blood?" Steve asked, turning to Jamie. His eyes instantly went to her side where her wound was slowly still bleeding. It wasn't as bad as it had been when it restarted. "Jamie, why didn't you tell us?"

"We were a bit busy," Jamie pointed out. "Plus, it's not that bad. It's stopping. I just have to clean it and wrap it up again."

"Jamie," Steve scolded.

"Hey, I have no regrets!" Jamie said, her free hand up in defence.

"Why don't I show you two upstairs to the bathroom, and I'll grab the first aid kit for Jamie," Sam said, pulling out a chair for Jamie to sit in. She slowly sat down, smiling up at him softly.

"That sounds like a plan,thank you. And when you come back, I'll tell you a litt of what's going on," Jamie said.

"Sounds good to me," Sam said, leading Nat up the stairs.

Steve was hesitant. He looked at her softly and asked one more time, "You sure you're okay? I can stay down and help if you want."

Jamie just chuckled and smiled at him. "I'm find, Steve. Honestly. Go get cleaned up. Make sure Natasha's okay for me, would you?"

The blond nodded, leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Sure," he said. He then turned and headed up the stairs. A couple minutes later, Sam came back down the stairs with some first aid materials. Jamie had already stripped off her sweatshirt and hand rolled the bottom of her tank top up enough so she could keep it clear of the open wound.

"Someone really nicked you," Sam told her. He pulled out a chair next to her and sat down, the kit in his lap.

"Yeah," Jamie said. "Got hit while I was jumping out the twentieth story of the Triskelion." She took the kit from him, perfectly capable of taking care of it herself.

"...What the hell kind of people do you work with?" Sam muttered.

"That is a very hard question to answer," Jamie said. "The guy that shot me is more military like, I guess you could say."

Sam got up and walked around the counter to the kitchen. "You hungry? I can make breakfast while you explain."

"Oh, you don't have to do that," Jamie said, though the thought of food was very appealing. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten. The last she could remember, she had eaten lunch with Natasha before going to see Sam at the VA with Steve. That had been about three days ago. That had been the last time she had gotten to eat and sleep.

"I'm making myself something anyway. I'm sure you've gotta be hungry," Sam said.

"Oh, thank God," Jamie sighed. She winced as she cleaned her wound out, before patching it back up. "I'm so hungry."

"You look it," Sam said.

"Oh thanks!"

"Don't mention it," he chuckled.

Jamie turned around in her chair to look at him as her hands instinctively closed the first aid kit up. "So, about what's going on," she stated.

"People trying to kill you," he said.

"Yeah. Our Director was killed after getting Steve and Nat to infiltrate one of our ships that strayed into foreign waters. It had been taken over by pirates."

"Pirates….seriously?" Sam looked at her skeptically.

"Turns out Director Fury was the one that hired them. We didn't find this out until later, or at least Steve didn't. The ship was dirty, or at least someone on the ship was dirty. So Fury needed a reason to infiltrate. Then someone tried to kill him, he turned up at Steve's place, gave him a flash drive telling him not to trust anyone, and was shot by this Winter Soldier assassin guy with a metal arm. He got away.

"We ended up at an old SHIELD facility where we found this guy that uploaded his mind into computers. Steve knew him back in WWII, and he was HYDRA. He made some sort of algorithm that's important. Told us HYDRA's been inside SHIELD for years. So we have to try and figure out what they're doing and what this algorithm is so we can try to stop them from doing whatever it is...we're trying to stop them doing?" Jamie groaned and rubbed her eyes. "Sorry, if that's confusing. I'm a bit confused myself. I haven't slept in, like, three days."

"You look even more tired than you do hungry," he pointed out.

"Oh, you're just making me feel great today, aren't you, Sam?!" Jamie laughed.

"What can I say? I have a way with the ladies," he laughed. "There's another bathroom down here if you want to get cleaned up too," he added. "I figured you could have that one since stairs aren't your best friend right now."

"Yeah, that's a good idea," Jamie said.

She picked up her bag, which had the clothes Natasha had gotten for her. She headed down the hallway that Sam had pointed her to and went into the bathroom. She washed up a bit and changed into a loose cotton crew neck maroon shirt and a simple pair of black leggings that went right into her brown boots. Over her shirt she had on a chestnut brown zipped leather jacket that she let hang open. She exited the bathroom, her hair wet and hanging down past her shoulders.

She took up her seat at the table once more, as Sam put a plate of eggs and toast in front of her. "I love you," she told him, digging right in. She moaned delightfully. "Oh god, this tastes so good," he added, mouth full.

"Clothes your mouth when you chew," Steve scolded her, as he came around the corner from the stairs with Nat in tow.

Jamie swallowed and smirked up at him, remember the conversation she had with Phil about that, though she had been eating tacos at the time. "I thought you said I was classy?" She chuckled.

"Not when you do that," he laughed. He took the seat to her right, looking a lot more relaxed than he had been in the car.

"How about when I give you toast?" She asked, holding her plate up for him to pick off of.

"...A bit classier then…" he said, taking a piece and scarfing it down.

"We should probably get to work," Nat suggested, moving to stand on the other side of Steve.

"Where do we start?" Jamie asked. "Or I guess the better question is which question that we have should we start with?"

"I got it," Nat said. "So the question is who at SHIELD could launch a domestic missile strike?"

The three of them sat there for a moment in silence thinking that question over. Sam was standing in the kitchen buttering a piece of toast for himself. Steve was finally the one tho come up with the answer.

"Pierce," he stated.

"Who happens to be sitting on top of top of the most secure building in the world," Nat pointed out.

"But he's not working alone. Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star," Steve added.

"So we have to figure out who his accomplice is...and that would mean they're HYDRA too," Jamie muttered.

Nat had an enlightened look on her face before she said, "On the Lemurian Star... So was Jasper Sitwell."

"Sitwell?" Jamie gaped. "But isn't he kind of a pushover?"

"Perfect cover." Nat shrugged. "Nobody would suspect him."

"So the real question is, how do the three most wanted people in Washington kidnap a SHIELD officer in broad daylight?"

Don't forget how to find him in the first place, Jamie thought.

Sam backed up and grabbed something from the other side of the counter before coming around to the table. He tossed what looked to be a photo and a file onto the table in front of Steve. "The answer is, you don't," he said.

Steve looked at it with a furrowed brow for a moment before he sat up. "What's this?

"Call it a resume," Sam told him.

Natasha picked up the photo and looked at it before handing it to Steve. "Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you? You didn't say he was a pararescue."

Jamie stood up and placed her hands on Steve's shoulders as he sat in the chair looking at the photo of Sam and another man. "Is this Riley?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered solemnly.

"I heard they couldn't bring in the choppers because of the did you use? A stealth shoot?" Nat pressed.

"How do you hear about all this?" Jamie asked.

"I know everything," she answered with a smirk.

"No, you only act like you know everything," Steve added with a smirk gracing his own lips. He just got a roll of the eyes from Natasha.

"Uh, no. These," Sam said. He reached down and picked up the file and handed it to Steve to look at. Steve was already on his feet, Jamie and Nat both looking over his on from his sides down at the contraption that was depicted and described in the file.

"Whoa," Jamie muttered, eyes wide. He was wearing freakin' robot wings! He could fly! "Dude, that is so cool."

"I thought you said you were a pilot," Steve admitted.

"I never said pilot," Sam told him.

Steve seemed to mull it over for a good minute before he looked at Sam and said, "I can't ask you to do this, got out for a good reason."

Sam just huffed and smirked. "Dude, Captain America needs my help. There's no better reason to get back in."

Steve couldn't deny his choice, so he just nodded his head. They were going to need all the help they could get, after all. "Where can we get our hands on one of these things?"
"The last one is at Fort Meade behind three guarded gates and a twelve inch steel wall," Sam said, as if the task was completely impossible.

Steve and Jamie both looked to Natasha, since she was their best chance at getting in. If she didn't think they could, she didn't think they'd have much chance at getting the wings for Sam on their mission. But Nat shrugged, seeing no problem with the situation or the odds Sam gave her.

"Shouldn't be a problem," Steve said, seeing her look. He tossed the file onto the table, as if that matter was settled, and the next move decided.

So Sam's all in! And their group of three is now a group of four. It's kind of short, but I guess it's a good between chapter for now. And finished Daredevil as well. Loved it! Can't wait to add things in!

Thanks go to the following people for their reviews on the previous chapters:

xenocanaan- I hope it was worth the wait!

CJ/OddBall- Yeah, Peggy was his first love, ,and it obviously hasn't just left him. The life they could've had together was ripped away from them. And she will always hold a place in his heart, but he can't be with her now, and he has feelings for his best friend, so what is he supposed to do? It's a hard choice for Steve.

MidnightPenguin- Think the updates will come a bit slower now. I've actually finished writing the movie, and I'm working on a couple chapters after it, so hopefully I'll have enough for two chapters a week up until Civil War (hopefully).

Queen of Erebor- I know, I love them, but they can't be together so I must go with Jamie. But I agree, she is a fantastic character, one that makes you want to do better and lead and whatnot.

Jo- Some chapters are easier to incorporate her into the movie than others. That's a given, but I'm happy with the way the movies turned out.

PrincessLinaMarie- Well, not every moment of the movie can just be focused on the two of them. Jamie is, after all, a secondary character for the movie and the movie still focuses on Steve and Bucky. This isn't about Jamie. She's there, and I'm writing her experience, but this is still Steve's movie.

Jedi Jelsa777- I've always been confused when it came to their symbol!

dleshae- I actually just finished up with writing a scene or two with Jamie comforting Steve! I think I did pretty good too. For Jamie and her experiences, that is.

KnowInsight- Yeah, I just hope he happens to stay dead, you know?