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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 16

Finding Steve turned out to be less difficult then they originally thought. They had only taken two steps out of the interrogation room, before they heard a soft groan. It came from a dark elevator shaft, the doors having been opened by some unknown force. Peeking down it, Maria and Sam saw Steve lying down there, coming to after having been knocked out.

"Steve!" called Maria, causing him to look up. "Can you get up?"

"Uh, yeah… Just a moment," called Steve back, beginning to stand back up at his feet, seeming slightly wobbly. The fall must have been quite hard for him to have been knocked out, he was a Super Soldier after all and could take some more punches than Sam or Maria.

Said heroes backed away from the elevator shaft, giving Steve space to get out the way he could. They stood in silence, Maria looking around at the unconscious men around her. At least, she hoped they were unconscious. Who knew what it would do to Bucky if he found out that he had killed during his little rampage. Nevertheless, Maria was still not even sure if this wasn't Bucky himself. The screens had turned off before they could see what the interrogation man was going to do with the red book, and so Maria had no actual proof that this was not Bucky himself. Though she forced herself to believe Steve's intuition; that this was not Bucky himself doing this willingly. In a way, it could make sense. Who knew what Hydra's men were capable of doing to someone's brains. The things Maria had seen Hydra create; Zemo in the computer, the weapons they had created during the WWII, the clones of herself she had seen… There didn't seem to come an end to the horrible things Hydra were capable of.

Her train of thoughts were cut short as Steve climbed out of the elevator shaft, slightly out of breath. Either he jumped, or he climbed the entire way – whatever way he got up, Maria was impressed and the slight tingle in the pit of her stomach appeared again, making her blush once more.

"Bucky," he breathed.

"He could've taken two ways," sighed Sam. "Either he went right, or left."

"I'll go left. You two take right," ordered Steve, a serious expression on his face.

"You alright?" asked Maria quickly.

"Don't worry about me. Worry about getting out with Bucky."

Nodding, Maria and Sam turned away from Steve, running down the corridor to the right. Steve's footsteps could be heard running away from them in the opposite direction. In silence, the two of them jogged down the corridor, jumping over the unconscious agents. However, there were not a lot of agents in their direction of the corridor, telling them both that they were running the wrong way and that Steve would be the first one to get to Bucky.

At the end of the corridor, it split into two. The two heroes stopped, slightly out of breath. Maria leaned against the wall, feeling the by now familiar pain in her stomach as she pushed her body even slightly. It was not unbearable though, which was the reason for why she snapped at Sam as he tried to ask her if she was alright.

"Let it go, Sam. I'm fine."

With a monotone expression on his face, Sam took a step away from her.

"We gotta split up," explained Sam quietly. "I'll go right."

"Okay, I'll take left," said Maria, pushing herself off of the wall and steadying herself on her feet.

"Are you sure…" he trailed off, looking at Maria with a worried look in his eyes.

Biting back another snappy comment, she tried a different approach instead, "Don't worry about me. I'll be alright," she said before placing a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Let's get to Bucky."

Sam nodded, seeming slightly more at ease with her calm endeavour about her own health, before he ran down the corridor. Sighing and placing a hand over her stomach, Maria turned the opposite way and began to jog again, though at a slower pace than while she had been jogging next to Sam.

Soon, she was met with a staircase leading up. She would not be surprise if Sam had been met with a staircase leading downstairs instead. Tensing up her hand that was over her stomach, she began to climb the stairs. As the muscles in her legs had to work harder and her breathing sped up, the pain in her stomach did too. Whatever the pain was, it was most certainly connected with her tiring herself out. Though why it was, she was not sure yet.

With each floor she reached, she walked through the doorway, listening for any commotion and checking for any unconscious agents, before continuing up the stairs. It took some time for her to do this, and ten minutes later, she ended up on the roof where a helipad existed. The pain in her stomach was beginning to become unbearable, though she still tried her best to stay upright and push on. Steve needed her. Bucky needed her. She could not give in now.

Luckily for her, the rooftop was just where she was supposed to be. At least, Steve and Bucky were up there. Unluckily for her, Bucky was almost getting away in a helicopter, while Steve –

She blinked twice at the scene before her. Bucky was indeed in the helicopter, trying to fly away with it. A helicopter weighed a lot, yet somehow, Steve was holding it with just one arm, keeping the chopper from flying away from the building by was dangling dangerously over the edge. It took some time, but he finally managed to pull the helicopter back over the building using only his own strength.

The tingle in her stomach intensified at the sight before her. Though this time her cheeks flushed not because of a blush, but because her body temperature seemed to rise and her heartbeat quickened. She was paralyzed by the sight – until she caught sight of Bucky's glowering look just seconds before he turned the joystick to the other side, causing the helicopter to suddenly swivel towards Steve.

With a gasp, Maria lifted her hands as the helicopter's blades came dangerously close to Steve's head. He ducked even though he did not have to, as Maria had a hold of the blades, making sure none of them hit Steve as he ran away from the helicopter crashing and tumbling towards him. Not before the helicopter had stopped moving did Steve stop as well, glancing once over at Maria who knew she was paling after having used her powers; her stomach pain began to get worse again.

However the helicopter had landed on the building, it had not landed completely. A part of it was still over the edge, and the weight of it was beginning to pull the helicopter off the roof. To her horror, Bucky was still inside. She could only watch as Steve tried to get closer to the helicopter, though for once in his life, he was not fast enough. Taking a stance and readying herself for the pain she was about to feel, she lifted her hands once more and held onto the helicopter as much as she could. Much to her surprise, it stayed in one place, giving off strange cracks and creaks as it did. Never in her life had she been able to hold up something so big before with her own powers. She almost expected Wanda to be standing next to her, actually doing all the hard work, but she was not. This was all Maria's doing. And in a way, she felt proud about it even though the pain was intensifying with each second that passed.

Bucky glared over at her as Steve pulled him out, glancing back once at Maria with concerned eyes. Just as Bucky was safe, Maria's arms began to shake and the pain became too unbearable for her to stand. The helicopter glided off of the roof, falling somewhere below the building with a crash at the same time as Maria fell down to her knees, clutching the bottom of her stomach tightly.

For a while, the three of them simply stayed still, quietly listening to the echoes of the crash reverberating over the city. Though the moment they died down, Bucky turned and attacked Steve with a punch, which Steve blocked by grabbing the fist in his own hand. With a swift movement, Steve had grabbed a hold of Bucky's head, said something quietly to Bucky, before slamming Bucky's head down against the concrete roof they were standing on. Bucky was out cold almost immediately and Steve let go of his friend with a sigh.

Although she was weak, Maria stood up and, while falling over a couple of times, made her way over to Steve. He caught her as she fell over at the spot, holding her up.

"You hit him…"

"Cognitive re-calibration," smiled Steve.

Maria smiled back. "We got him…" she said quietly.

"We still gotta get out of here without them noticing it," sighed Steve, gently brushing a stray strand of hair away from face.

"Sharon?" suggested Steve.

"I don't want to do that to her," he said, igniting a horrid fire inside of Maria which she almost immediately turned off again, knowing jealousy was useless at the moment. "But, there are plenty of unconscious agents downstairs…"

"Yes?" she asked, not fully following him.

"They won't miss their clothes."

With Steve carrying both Bucky and a bag, the two of them slowly made their way down the stairs. Slowly; because Maria could barely take a step without her knees giving in. Though Steve could not carry both Bucky and her and she had forced Steve to let her try on her own.

They were not stressed about anyone finding out that they were who they were, as all three of them were now wearing the SWAT clothing that some of the agents were wearing. Maria had kept on her underwear, which made the SWAT suit shave uncomfortably, while Steve had kept on at least his shirt. Seeing as it had been slightly uncomfortable for either of them to remove Bucky's clothing while he was unconscious, they had simply tried their best to find the agent who had the biggest size in clothing so they could put the swat suit on over Bucky's outfit.

Halfway down, they met up with Sam who, at first, had tried to fight them off, thinking they were going to arrest him. Though when Maria revealed her face, he smirked and congratulated them on the good plan as there were too many agents outside of the building for them to get past. Sam quickly got changed as well, putting his clothing in the bag with Steve's and Maria's, and soon, the three (or four) of them had managed to get outside.

"Is he okay?" asked an agent who approached the three of them, indicating to the hurt Bucky that Steve was carrying over his shoulder.

"Not really. Ambulance?" asked Steve, keeping it short as he did not want the agent to recognize Captain America's voice.

"Over there," replied the agent, pointing over his shoulder, a couple more agents passing them by with their weapons drawn, ready to go into the building.

Several ambulances were placed around the building, behind the large blockade of police cars and CIA cars. There, Tony and Natasha were stood, one of the paramedics checking out Tony's wrist. Suddenly feeling worried for her friend, Maria led the group towards him, ignoring Sam and Steve's warnings.

"Excuse me, sir," said Maria, making sure her voice was a tad lower than usual, and that she was using a more posh accent. "Injured coming through."

Tony and Natasha took a step to the side as the paramedic helped the disguised Bucky into the vehicle, placing him down on a cot in there.

"You okay, sir?" asked Maria, quickly closing the doors to the ambulance as Steve and Sam knocked out the paramedic as silently as they could, moving him out of the vehicle to another close-by ambulance.

"I've had worse," was Tony's simple reply, obviously not in the mood to talk to an agent.

Maria nodded, her worry soothed. She began to make her way over to the front of the vehicle, though her knees buckled in underneath of her and she nearly fell, catching herself on the side of the car.

"Are you?" asked Tony.

Maria placed a hand over her stomach again, glancing back over her shoulder at Tony and Natasha. The look on Natasha's face was enough for Maria to realize that she knew, though Tony did not. Giving Natasha a pleading look, she turned away.

"I've had worse," replied Maria before entering the passenger's seat of the ambulance, seeing Sam already seated behind the wheel. "Let's go."