Just a little heads-up! I did not read this through before uploading, sorry about any weird mistakes. Also, I can't stream movies anymore, so I have to read a script and then just try and remember how things went. So I might miss some things that happened in the movie and I might add some things that did not happen. Either way, sorry if that annoys anyone.

Make You Feel My Love
~Book IV~

Disclaimer: I do not own Civil War or any other Marvel characters in this story. All I own is the story I've come up with and my own characters.

Chapter 13

The faint sound of the engine rumbled and the occasional voice uttering some words rumbled through her ears as she lay, half unconscious on the seat she had been forced to take. Her hands were still bound together by handcuffs and the pain was still very much there.

Whether the voices spoke to her or not, she did not know and she could not be bothered to care about them either. She felt horrible, not only because she was in pure agony, but also because this was the worst time ever to be in that very agony. She was Maria Dalton, girlfriend to Steve Rogers – and she could not be that. She could not be by his side and stay strong for him to lean on when things got rough between him and Bucky; she could not be who she had become during the past years to earn the love Steve felt for her, and it felt horrible, almost as though she was betraying herself.

When the door slid open, revealing artificial lights burning down onto her, a pair of rough hands grasped her arms and forced her out of the car. Standing on her feet awoke her slightly more, though everything around her still felt as though it was far away, or it felt as though she herself was shielded from the world around her because someone had put her in a glass bowl. Something brushed against her arm, though she barely felt it, and when she looked over to her right, she saw Steve standing next to her; a stout and slightly annoyed look on his face. His glaring eyes were directed towards the CIA agent standing in front of Maria, who had forced her out of the car with that strong grip of his. The agent cowered under the glare of Captain America and moved away from Maria.

In her peripheral vision, she saw Bucky being led away. Steve noticed this too and turned his head to look over to where they led Bucky. Another glare ensured itself onto Steve's eyes as Bucky was forced into what looked like a glass-container; a prison of sorts that was built especially for stronger Avengers. At least, Maria thought it was something like such.

The agents began to lead Sam, Steve, Maria and the Cat-Man who Maria still had to learn the name of, over towards a group of people who were awaiting their arrival. Amongst those people, Sharon stood and Maria heart dropped slightly at the sight of her. Now that Maria could not be the supporting and loving girlfriend Steve deserved, Maria was more than afraid that Sharon would try and take her place. After all, there was no ring on Maria's finger nor Steve's finger that would scare away girls – or rather vultures – who wanted to take what was rightly someone else's. Yes, Sharon had helped them and could possibly help them even more, but Maria still loathed her.

A man approached them, a proud and stern look on his face. His greying hair was slick back, and, although is hair indeed was rather grey, he did not look to be as old as his hair wanted people to believe he was. Perhaps he was in his forties, perhaps not. There was a strange strength in the man's eyes that told Maria that, although he did what he was told, he also knew his own morals inside and out and would never, ever, go against them.

In a way, he reminded her a bit of the portrayal of Bilbo Baggins which she had in her mind when reading those books. The only thing wrong with him was the fact that he was wearing a suit, shoes and had no curly hair. Whether he had hair on his feet was something she did not really want to know anyway.

"What's going to happen now?" asked Steve from next to the swaying Maria, her eyelids still feeling heavy and a fear of throwing up whatever she had eaten that day overtaking her suddenly.

"The same thing that ought to happen to you. Psychological evaluation and extradition," replied the suited Baggins in front of them.

"This is Everett Ross, deputy task force commander," said Sharon as she took a step forwards, her eyes fleetly passing over Maria's shaking form. She had introduced the Baggins in front of them, yet it said not much to Maria apart from the fact that he was high up in the CIA ranks.

"What about our lawyer?" asked Steve.

"Lawyer, that's funny," chuckled Ross before turning to the armed agents standing around the four of them. "See to their weapons are placed in the lock up. Oh, we'll write you a receipt."

Turning, Ross began to lead the entire group of people towards a large door. Before they entered it, Steve looked back to see Bucky being transported away in his glass-cell. Bucky stared at Steve with an unreadable expression in his eyes – whether he blamed them for getting caught or not could not be read through his expression.

"I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that," mumbled Sam with an annoyed grunt, referring to the agents who were carrying away their things.

Maria caught a glimpse of her sword and wanted to comment on how she wished they would try and use her sword so that they would get as hurt as they could get without dying – though her lack of energy made it impossible to make an ironic comment at the time, and all she could do was follow the others through the door.

"You will be provided with an office instead of a cell. And do me a favour, stay in it," said Ross.

"I'm not intending on going anywhere," mumbled the cat-man to himself, a strange hint of irritation in his voice which Maria, even in her condition, could not miss. He was on a missions, though which one was still slightly unclear to Maria. Though she was sure, after his recent attacks, that his mission had something to do with Bucky.

The scenery changed immediately as they had passed through the doors. From having been in something that had looked more like a large docking bay or garage, to a large space filled with offices divived only by glass walls. High technological computers and screens were positioned everywhere and the quiet sounds of people typing away on their keyboards could be heard vaguely – only vaguely due to Maria's strange condition.

"The medical floor is just up the stairs – " began Ross, though Maria grunted and rolled her eyes at the comment, causing him to keep quiet.

They were the CIA's, or the government's, prisoners and yet they were being treated as though they were going to say yet to the imprisoning treaty, only because they had not managed to flee from the CIA. As Ross led them into one of the offices, their handcuffs were removed and three familiar faces met them; Natasha, Tony and Rhodey. Both Natasha and Rhodey stared at Maria with concerned eyes, to which she glared and simply sat down, leaning her head against the table. Tony was on the phone, his back still turned towards them.

"The remaining of us are now at court-sec. And, Colonel Ross is supervising the clean-up. Try not to break anything while we fix this," said Natasha, her hand gently brushing through Maria's as to comfort her and silently ask her what was wrong.

Steve sat down next to Maria, a grave look on his face which Maria could see only because she turned her head so one ear was pressed against the table. Although her position was uncomfortable, simply slumping down and barely doing anything was very comfortable in its own way. It almost made her pain numb out slightly – though only slightly. He locked eyes with hers, concern and regret filling his eyes.

"We found him…" she whispered, a soft smile on his lips.

Steve's face softened at her words and he reached a hand out to her cheek, gently caressing it. He leaned forwards and whispered, "Indeed we did."

"Just gotta bust him out now," she whispered, causing Steve to smile.

"You really up for that?" asked Steve.

"Are you?" she teased before wrinkling her nose as a wave of pain and nausea overcame her.

"Ross said that it was just upstairs… I don't think we're really prisoners here and… well – "

"I'm fine…" she breathed, closing her eyes in exasperation.

"No, you're not," he pressed. "Please, just go see a medic."

"I'm not leaving your side… We'll go later," she said, forcing her eyes to open again and offer him an encouraging smile.

"Consequences? You bet there will be consequences… Obviously you can quote me on that because I just said it. Anything else? Thank you, sir," said Tony's voice followed by a small beep indicating that he had hung up the phone.

"Consequences?" asked Steve, leaning back in his chair again and simply resolving to holding Maria's clammy hand.

Tony was quiet for a moment and by the way Steve looked down at Maria again, Maria deduced Tony was silently asking what was wrong with her. She felt slightly awkward to bring so much attention to herself, yet could not be bothered to sit upright and pretend like her insides were not twirling around each other and trying to escape her body.

"Consequences, yes… Secretary Ross wants you three prosecuted. I have to give him something," explained Tony, also informing them that he had been speaking to Secretary Ross on the phone.

"I'm not getting my shield back, am I?" asked Steve, a strange monotone expression on his face, as if he did not really care. Maria made a mental note to ask him about that in the future, though could not bring herself to ask that right then and there as she was too tired.

"Technically, it's the government's property. Sword and wings too," commented Natasha.

"That's cold," said Sam quietly, causing Maria to force herself to sit upright, squeezing Steve's hand in pain.

"Indeed it is," she said, noticing how she slurred slightly as she spoke due to her tiredness and pain. "It's as if we're becoming the government's property too."

"No… It's not," said Natasha quietly. "We just have someone giving us orders now."

Maria and Steve exchanged a look and although Maria could have continued the argument and won, she simply slouched down in her chair.

They were the prisoners of CIA informally. The government had claimed them as their property and all they needed for them to truly become their property was some more paperwork. Bucky was imprisoned even though they had tried to give him a head-start away from the CIA. Maria was in more pain than she had ever been for unknown reasons. Things were not looking good for any of them and yet, neither Steve nor Maria were prepared to give up yet.

They knew this just be glancing at each other. So long as they could reach out to each other and intertwine their fingers with one another, they would be strong enough to never give up the fight to stay their own bosses. And although things looked gloomy and there was no real way out for them, Maria and Steve could still reach out a hand to the other and hold it, which was enough for them both to keep fighting.