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A/N: So this is chapter 6 of my fabulous fan fiction! Thank you for all the supporters and followers!

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The man that was standing in front of me WAS Steve, or so I was certain. He had the same blue eyes, same hair colour and same face, except for the very not-so-little detail that he was basically built like a truck.

When did this happen?!

I couldn't even answer my own question because I felt so sick that my feet gave way and I collapsed to the ground, tears starting to stream from my eyes. Immediately, Steve's huge body rushed over to me and held my shoulders.

"Charlotte? Is that you?"

I almost laughed at him, because of course he had to double-check that it was me. I smiled, and nodded as tears kept falling.

This time, Steve squeezed my shoulders so hard I thought for certain that I would break. Then he helped me to my feet and I dusted myself off.

He held my shoulders and stared at me, inspecting every last inch of me.

"You look so... different. Grown. Your eyes..."

"Yeah, I know. They're a lot to take in," I replied hurriedly. He looked so confused.

"Where did you go?"

I could hear the pain in his voice. His emotions were clearly struggling to keep in line after seeing one of his best friends after 70 years.

"I... I was captured. By HYDRA."

I could hear Steve curse under his breath, but then he diverted his emotions to Fury. I silently trailed from the conversation and wondered how Steve ended up here, in the 21st century, with me. We had a lot to talk through.

The last thing I could hear was from Fury.

"I guess that's up to you."

Then, out of nowhere, several bullets pierced through the window and wall, all hitting Fury. I'd already ducked for cover. But for the dark-skinned man it was too late.

Quickly, I got up again and dragged Fury to behind a shelf, where Steve had followed along.

Nick was breathing heavily, blood starting to leak from his black clothing.

"Don't... trust... anyone," he said, handing a flash drive to Steve. Then he dropped and we heard someone kick down the door.

"Captain Rogers? I'm agent 13, here to watch over you."

Evidently Steve was confused about this as much as I was. But I couldn't even say anything else because now someone had picked me up and dragged me off, their grip like steel.

Hang on. Their hand was cold, and felt like... metal?

Either way, guy kept pulling me, and I was trying to wiggle from his grip. But damn, this guy was tough.

When we got to another random rooftop, I decided now would be a good time to elbow that man with my right hand. So I jabbed my right elbow straight into his side.

This surely must've done something, because next thing I knew, he'd dropped me and I was rolling to my feet.

"Duck!"

I ducked in time just to see something which was obviously Steve's shield whizz past my head and towards the guy with the metal arm. But the man had stopped it as quick as lightning, turning and catching it in his silver hand. He threw it back and glared at me.

I immediately knew to flip back to Steve, considering he began reaching out to grab me again. Just in the nick of time, I'd escaped.

But he'd escaped too.

That night was spent in the hospital, staring on while the doctors operated on Nick Fury's basically helpless body. I sighed and rubbed my temples, fatigue starting to slowly creep up on me.

The door burst open and Natasha hurried to the spot next to me and Steve. She looked like a lost girl.

"Defibrillator!"

Nothing. The doctor in charge of this sighed and then turned to his team. They were exchanging a few words but my ears felt numb.

Yeah, I just met this guy and all, but he seemed really important. And a lot of people would probably miss him.

Natasha emptily stared through the glass a few more moments, before storming out again.

Steve turned to me, carefully making sure no one could hear us.

"We need to talk."

"I know," I replied. As much as he probably had questions, I had questions too. Lots of them.

With that, we walked out of the small room into the bustling hallways of the hospital. I searchingly looked around for Natasha, only to find her talking to Steve. She seemed threatening, glaring at him, then storming off for the third time.

Steve turned to me, giving me a look that notified me that I should be worried. He shuffled over to a vending machine, sticking a silver flash drive behind two rows of gum.

Then he turned to me and pulled me out of the hospital.

"Ok..."

Steve and I had managed to sit down in his small apartment, now occupying the two seats in here.

"I don't even know where to start," Steve muttered as he shook his head. I felt sorry for him. As confusing as it was for me, it was probably way more confusing for him.

"Ok, ok, I got it. Where did you go on the night Bucky and I went to the Stark Expo?"

I took a deep breath. This would take a while to explain.

"I... I was sitting at home by myself... and then... then this... HYDRA person came and knocked me out... I woke up to... this- this doctor guy with glasses, and he wanted me to- to-"

My breath went short. I couldn't bring myself to say the next few words. It hurt so much.

"To join HYDRA..." Tears were rolling down my cheeks now.

"And- and I refused, be-because I didn't want to leave you and Bucky behind and- and..."

I sobbed for a few seconds, my shoulders shaking with me trying to catch my breath.

"They tortured me until I joined..."

I was breathing heavily now, trying to slow my heart rate and trying to stop the black spots beginning to cross my vision.

Now I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders again and I heard Steve whisper,"Charlotte. It's ok. You're safe. Breathe."

I took a few deep breaths before rubbing my eyes. I quietly mumbled,"It's my turn."

Steve laughed and let go of my shoulders.

"Alright. Shoot."

"What happened to you?" I asked, pointing at him.

"They gave me this super-serum that would enhance my body," he replied, looking around. "Guess it worked."

"I guess it did."

He stared at me for a few seconds, then touched my right hand. I wanted to retreat it but it was too late. He'd touched the cold metal and flinched hard, flying back in his spot.

I sheepishly brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

"Charlotte," he said, a slight edge of confusion in his voice. "Why is your hand so cold?"

I sighed, knowing I couldn't lie myself out of this one.

So I told him.

When I did, his eyes went wide and he apologised for asking. I shook it off, smirking at him.

Then, we had a good night's sleep, with me resting on the yellow couch in his lounge and Steve in his bedroom. In the morning, I just pretended like I didn't have a gruesome nightmare and woke up sweat drenched. I preferred if he didn't have to worry about that.

At around 9.30 AM, we left his apartment, Steve driving to the Triskelion, as he was wanted there. The wind whipped my hair around as I held onto him on his motorbike.

As he went into Pierce's office, I decided to stay at the door, not wanting to meet the eerie man again. Steve smiled weakly at me once more before filing into the Secretary's office.

I gazed around the hallways, twirling a caramel strand of hair on my finger and tapping my foot boredly. Hardly anyone passed and if they did, they refused to make any eye-contact with me and scurried past me as fast as they could.

A few minutes later, Steve shuffled out of the room, a weary look on his face, and quickly beckoned me to follow him to the elevator.

Something isn't right.

A few levels down later, a bunch of people came into the elevator, joining us. Several stops later, more people. Then part of the STRIKE team.

It was getting awfully difficult to move around.

"Before we get started," Steve broke the silence. "Does anyone wanna get out?"

No one could answer his question as chaos was unleashed. People were punching at Captain America, some business men holding weird cuffs in their hands. Tasers were pulled out and jabbed towards Steve.

Oh crap.

I knew that I should probably stop being so useless, so I went and punched several attackers, knocking them clean out. I turned to kick a businessman to the ground, huffing a strand of hair out of my face.

Now only one STRIKE agent was up, holding two tasers and taking a step backwards.

"This isn't personal."

Then he jabbed one of the tasers at Steve, but I was quick enough to react and kicked the taser out of his hand. Finally, Steve threw the guy at the roof, picking his shield back up.

"It kind of feels personal."

I stared at Steve for a while before starting. "So what do we do now?"

My question was answered basically immediately, his shield clanging into the controls. The elevator dropped down like lightning and I let out a small scream.

The elevator stopped and Cap went to pry open the elevator doors when a bunch of people pointed their guns at us. He shut the doors again and looked around.

"Now what?"

I shifted around, trying to find a way out of the metal contraption.

Steve looked at me for a second. "Ok," he said steadily. "This will be tough. Hang on."

So I did as he told me to, and he ran and burst through the elevator window.

We were falling. It felt like slow motion, yet I didn't even scream as we burst through some more glass, landing on the floor.

It knocked the wind out of me. I cringed, trying to get up from the floor covered in glass shards. Then, Steve glanced at me quickly, before we both ran off to the garage.

The next sequences looked kind of blurry. It involved me clinging on to Steve while riding out of the garage, a plane starting to shoot at us, Steve flipping off the motorbike and landing cleanly while the plane crashes and burns.

After that, we knew where we'd go.

Because we had a special vending machine to visit in the hospital.

Ok yay! This chapter is pretty long...

Sorry I sort of didn't reveal anything about that scene with the arm, but if you can guess it, please don't spoil it for others, as I'll be revealing it when the time is appropriate.

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