{P}romise me a S.H.I.E.L.D

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  • She had been running for days! Didn't these people ever give up?


    The black wolf slid to a stop, her sides heaving as she gulped in the bitter Canadian air. Her ears perked, twitching around and monitoring for any sort of sound that would suggest she was being followed. She lowered her head, setting her sights on the forest in front of her. That was her goal. If she could make it, she'd be able to completely disappear.


    A soft crunch suddenly sounded, her whole body tensing as she stilled. The wind picked up, seeming to scream its warning as the snow suddenly came to life. She didn't wait around, leaping forward and breaking into a dead sprint. This whole laying low thing would have been so much easier if her forms weren't all melanistic. Damn genes. Then again, her paw pads were bleeding and it probably left a lovely little trail to her as well.


    The snow next to her exploded, causing the canine to duck and roll to the side with a yelp.


    "Hailee Wolffe! Please halt!" a voice called, being carried away by the wind as she chose to ignore it anyway. They were shooting at her for God's sake!


    The shapeshifter continued to run, pushing herself, every muscle screaming as she streaked across the snow. She looked back only for a moment, scowling as she noticed them gaining on snow mobiles. That wasn't fair, not in the slightest!


    One of the men on the snowmobiles adjusted the tranquilizer gun under his arm, reaching up to tap the side of his helmet. ::It looks like she's making a break for the woods since she's an open target out here. Is anyone able to intercept her?:: he asked over S.H.I.E.L.D's encrypted comm. frequency.

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    "I've got her," a deep voice softly rumbled back, smooth in a way that can only be compared to a cup of hot coffee. "She's injured; have a first aid kit ready."


    The voice was followed by the rumble of a motorcycle that cut across the tree-line to block off the wolf's path, modified tires kicking up a cloud of dust in their wake. Suddenly the motorcycle skidded to a stop, and the man stepped off the motorcycle, his outfit muted and pale to blend in to his surrounds. However, the big star in the middle of his chest paired with both the 'A' on his helmet and the shield on his back made it obvious that the man kneeling before her in a placating manner and unclasping his chin strap was Captain America.


    Steve placed his helmet down in a pile of wet snow beside him, looking Hailee in the eyes as he explained the situation to her. "Listen," he started, "they aren't going to stop. You're already injured, and if you keep running, they're going to use excessive force on you." His steel blue eyes turned serious and hard as the super dossier continued. "They're using tranq darts now, but S.H.I.E.L.D isn't opposed to using real bullets if it means getting ahold of you."


    The blonde grabbed his helmet and slid it back on his head; over the messy mop of blond hair that probably looked better before he had pulled his helmet off, and long artist fingers fastened the chin strap. Steve looked at her through long, dark eyelashes, pleading for her to come willingly so that he could bandage her injuries.


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    Ach a kid ó Brooklyn


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  • Hailee slid to a stop as the man cut her off, the wolf going stiff legged as her glacier blue eyes grew slightly in fear. The shifter recognized the man, but then again who didn’t know the great Captain America? The man was practically an icon in himself, the new Uncle Sam or something.


    She lowered her head, maw parted as she gulped in the air, sides heaving as she quietly listened to him speak. While his words were true, the thought of her freedom being restrained again terrified her. She had spent so long in the laboratory, locked up in a cage like an animal. That was the last thing she wanted to go back to, however getting shot seemed just as bad.


    Finally feeling like she could breath normally again, the wolf slowly began to relax, tail moving from sticking out aggressively to a neutral position as she slowly raised her head to meet the other’s eyes. Hailee gave a subtle nod, then leaped up into the air with a yelp as something stuck into her flank. She spun, spying the tranquilizer stuck in her hind quarters.


    It triggered a shift back to her human form, the woman stumbling forward a few feet before collapsing into the snow. She shivered wildly, bloodied hands staining the pure white a diluted red as she struggled against the haze clouding her vision.


    Once she succumbed, the rest of the S.H.I.E.L.D team moved in, the shooter pulling his snowmobile to a halt and walking over to her.

    “Thought she was going to attack you, Captain. This one’s apparently pretty dangerous,” he murmured, tilting his head as he looked over the woman’s form in the snow. “Fury wants her in a holding cell for interrogation about if there’s others like her running around. Our pick up should be here shortly.”

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    Shortly after she had changed back, Steve had covered her with the top half of his uniform, unzipping it and sliding it off his broad shoulders before laying it over her and making sure everything was covered and heaving her into his arms.


    "You and Fury better hope that you didn't just ruin the trust she just placed in me," he warned, adjusting his grip so that Hailee's head was rested against his chest. Luckily he had worn a long sleeved shirt underneath his suit today; he normally didn't due to his fast metabolism causing him to feel like he was roasting on missions.


    The supersoldier hoped that that roasting body had would hero her sufficiently warm until the team got here. "Here," he started, sitting backwards on his parked bike and adjusting his grip once again.


    "Bring the first aid kit over. We can get these cleaned and bandaged while we wait." The blond shifted his suit jacket and zipped it, sliding it down her body a bit so that access to her injuries would be easier without the risk of exposing her. Strong legs kept the bike balanced, and equally strong arms cradled the shapeshifter in his lap.


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    Ach a kid ó Brooklyn


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  • “I doubt a thing like that could trust. God only knows what she was originally made to do,” the man mumbled, watching the super soldier adjust the woman in his arms through narrowed eyes. Her drastic shivering seemed to have subsided for now. She was smart, though, choosing a place like Canada to hide out. Her wolf form had made her especially difficult to track.


    “I’ll have someone get on that. I’m going to radio into command our exact coordinates. It’s too damn cold to wait out here for much longer,” he muttered, turning and striding towards his transport. He opened the saddlebags, digging out the first aid kit and moving back to the Captain after motioning the team medic over.


    The medic kneeled down as the other left. He took her hands and turned them to get a better look. “She sliced these up pretty bad. It’s going to hurt for a while, but most of them simply look like abrasions. There are a few deep lacerations on her palm, though,” the red hair stated, looking up to the Captain. “Can you keep her still while I clean these? I’m worried about her jerking away when I dump peroxide on them, even while unconscious.”


    He took the bottle out from the kit, unscrewing the lid and dabbing it onto a swatch. With a precise few motions, he ran it over her hands, watching it sizzle as it ate away the dirt. “I’m just going to wrap these for now until we get back to the Helicarrer. I don’t have any stitches with me, but don’t jostle her too much,” the medic instructed, standing and backing away. “Matt’s checking on ETA. I don’t want her out here too long, even with your body heat.”


    “They’ve actually just arrived,” Matt stated, returning as he motioned to the Quin Jet, hovering over a snow plane before landing. “There’s apparently a small impromptu med bay for..that one,” he stated, lip curling as he referred to the shapeshifter still curled in Steve’s lap.

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    Steve's eyes flashed dangerously, and Steven Grant Rogers from the 1935 back alley in Brooklyn was awoken. "Do you have a problem, Agent?" The words were spoken calmly, but the tilt of the supersoldier's head and the lilt of his voice suggested that Matt had better think over his response carefully.


    "Let me remind you, Matt," the name spoken with venom. "That I am a scientific experiment as well as your Commanding Officer. If I hear you speaking about someone in need- even someone who's not completely human, in such a manner again, I will have you removed from this team and I will have your field privelages revoked."


    Once the helicarrier landed, the blond stood and carried Hailee inside. The muscles in his legs were covered by the tac suit, which was lined with kevlar, but the muscles in his upper body were only masked by his thin shirt. Enhanced muscles that clearly rippled under the fabric were paired with a glare that could kill and a vibe that heated and curled the air around him like a hot iron.


    Steven Grant Rogers had not cooled off yet, and only people like Bucky and Peggy would recognize and understand the look on his face. The rest of the Avengers just thought he was upset whenever he wore said look, but in reality, it was the angry, 95 lbs version of himself awakening and spitting furiously.


    S.H.I.E.L.D didn't know- or at least they haven't shared the shapeshifter's back story. There's the chance that she didn't consent to whatever happened to her, and that thought paired with how that Agent had acted....


    Luckily for Hailee, Steve's arms were a bit like a golden retriever's mouth, so he didn't end up crunching her in his grasp.


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    Ach a kid ó Brooklyn


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  • That shaped-or at least restrained-further comments from Matt. “Yes, sir. I understand,” the man muttered, waiting until the commander had boarded to load up the rest of the crew, and himself. The Quin Jet’s engines roared to life as it lifted, then took off into the sky and back towards the helicarrier’s location.


    The medic unit onboard intercepted the shifter and captain. “Captain Rogers, is that the shapeshifter?” one of the younger medics, a perky little silver haired woman named Alice, questioned.


    “Not now, Alice,” the Commanding Medical Officer rumbled, taking one of the unconscious woman’s bandaged hands and gently turning it over. “Here, bring her into here. Was there anything besides her hands wounded? Alice, get a bed ready, please, and be ready with some anesthesia incase she wakes up. I don’t believe she’ll be too pleased with the sudden change of scenery. Oh! Grab her file, too, I want to see anything I can on her.”


    “Yes, sir!” the little female chirped, giving a rushed salute as she scurried off towards the Med Bay. The CMO gestured for the Captain to follow him as she strode off purposefully towards a small area set away from the rest of the jet.


    Alice had made quick work, a bed already set up and the medic gripping a vanilla folder tightly to her chest with a smile. She handed it over to the other man, who flipped it open and began paging through it. “Place her on the bed please, Captain. Alice, I want baseline measurements for her. The last time her medical history was updated is when she broke out of the lab when she was ten, so they’re at last thirteen years old. That would make her..”


    “At least 23, and she looks like hell for being so young,” Alice murmured, brushing some of the shifter’s hair out of her eyes.


    The CMO set the open file on the counter, and motioned for Steve to take a seat while they worked.

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    "I didn't see blood anywhere else, but I was also quick to cover her," Steve answered, cheeks turning a lovely shade of pink as he continued. "It's not polite to stare at dames in situations like this." He tilted his head a bit towards the form in his arms that was covered by his suit.


    Once Alice returned with the manila folder, the supersoldier did as he was told and placed Hailee down on the table; gentle, cupping a hand under her head as he did so to make sure it wouldn't hit the table. He brushed hair off the girl's face as he listened to the scientists talking.


    People forget that Steve, when is ignore the time spent in the ice, was still only in his twenties. Late twenties, but twenties nevertheless. Hell, in relation to Steve, Bucky was only 28. People saw Captain America and The Winter Soldier and forget that the two if them are still kids.


    This whole scenario just struck a little close to home.


    The blond plopped down on the chair, pulled his helmet off, and pulled his phone out. Bucky had texted him a selfie of him kissing Natasha's cheek, the red-head laughing. In the background Clint was upside down, twerking on a rooftop air-conditioning unit. Clearly, with how armed they were, the three of them were on a mission.


    And they were screwing around. Big surprise there. The more time Bucky spends with Steve and Natasha and Clint, the more he acts like the old Bucky. Especially with Natasha; dating the woman brought back a side of Bucky that Steve had missed.


    Steve smiled at the picture.


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    Ach a kid ó Brooklyn


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  • Alice and the CMO moved gracefully around their patient on the table, taking blood pressures and pulses. “Dan, do you want me to start cleaning out the cuts on her hands?” Alice asked, already working on unwinding the bandages.


    “Yeah,” he murmured absently, brow furrowing as he listened to her heart rate. “Her heart rate is awfully fast for a resting body. You have that anesthesia ready, right?”


    “Mmhm,” the little female hummed, taking a swab and gently working the small lacerations. “I don’t think these will need stitches. They’re healing well, a few look older than the others, though. It’s going to hurt.”


    “Painkillers then,” Dan stated, pulling back and jotting some information on a clipboard. He transferred the sheet over into Hailee’s file, then checked his phone. “Touch down in five.”


    “Gotcha,” Alice chirped, moving over to the other hand and cleaning it.


    The two moved around, carefully laying a sheet over the shapeshifter and then securing her to the gurney as the Quin Jet touched down. Dan moved over to pick up the file, glancing over to Steve. “Do you happen to be going to a briefing after this? We have orders, and Fury wants this immediately, but we won’t be seeing him for a while,” the CMO stated, striding over to stand in front of the blonde.


    “Dan! We gotta move,” Alice called from the hatch of the jet, her voice urgent.


    “Coming!” Dan called back, turning to face the super soldier with a smile as he set the file in his lap. “Duty calls.”


    The CMO scurried out after Alice, the two wheeling the shifter away into the helicarrer.

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    When the tranquilizer wore off, Hailee was already in solitary confinement. The woman was groggy as she came to, pushing herself up with a wince. Everything ached. She went to reach around to massage her shoulder, pausing as she heard a clink, and then realizing she couldn’t. That woke her up very quickly.


    Her eyes flew open, going to look at the cuffs on her wrists. No. No no no. Not again! She desperately tried to shift, but these damn things seemed to prevent her from doing so. The shifter let out a screech of aggravation, bashing her forearms off the cot in the room she was in, looking around desperately before collapsing to the floor with a whine. Hailee leaned her head back against the wall, staring blankly at the ceiling as she curled up in the corner.


    She should have kept running.

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    Steve took the file to Fury, endured the mission debriefing with bleary eyes, showered, and changed. His blond hair was still damp when he stepped into Hailee's room, clad in simple grey sweats and a white SSR T-shirt that was seemingly two sizes too small on the top and two sizes too big on the bottom. And, honestly, that's just how all of his shirts fit. Unless they were the hand-tailored ones Tony had bought for him so that he didn't have to wear shirts that didn't fit to the banquets Pepper hosted.


    Sam and Scott said that it was because he was 'Dorito-Shaped'. Whatever that means.


    Steve closed the door behind him, sitting just a few feet away from Hailee with a tired sigh; head tipping back against the wall and blue eyes sliding closed. "Long day, huh?" He questioned, Adam's apple bobbing as he spoke and voice rough because of the positioning of his head. Steel-blue eyes cracked open and the supersoldier turned his head to look at the shifter.


    Broad shoulders were slumped and blunt knees were bent, elbows resting on them and artist hands hanging limply between his legs. His phone glowed dimly in his left hand, a text from Bucky read but not replied to.


    U meeting up with Sam Clint Thor and I for drinks? Thor's bringing Asgardian liquor.


    Bucky's serum was different from Steve's. In many ways, they were the same.


    Such as giving them both increased metabolisms, muscle mass, strength, smell, eyesight, and healing abilities. However, Zola's serum wasn't perfect like Erskine's.


    Bucky could still get tipsy because his metabolism isn't as fast as Steve's. Bucky was a bit slower, a bit stronger, and he and Natasha were both left sterile after their times with Hydra and The Red Room respectively.


    Steve couldn't get drunk; he couldn't even get tipsy, even if he were to chug several bottles of Thor's liquor.


    He didn't feel like hanging out with his friends tonight.


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    Ach a kid ó Brooklyn


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    Hailee’s crumpled form shifted positions as the door opened, lifting her head to watch the man enter through half lidded eyes. The light burned and she was forced to look away until it shut. She had been thrown away in this dark hell again, like it had been ingrained in her bloodline.


    Narrowed eyes tracked his movements as he sat down and made himself comfortable. The glacier hues shifted back to the wall in front of her, but kept the blonde in her peripheral vision. Every detail was taken in from the sopping hair –God, it’d been so long since she had felt the blessing of a shower, she probably looked like a mess- to rippling muscles, not so fitting shirts, and slumped posture.


    “Long day, huh?”


    She held back an ugly cackle at that one. It probably would have turned into a sob. Instead she just kept quiet, head propped on the wall she was curled against. The cold provided little comfort and heat to her chilled, emaciated frame, but kept the suspicious swelling around her cheek down a bit.


    A deep breath was quickly sucked in as she shifted her weight, holding in a whine from pain that flooded every nerve of her body. Her legs moved from being tucked up to her to partially outstretched as she laid her hands in her lap. With every movement the chains attaching her to the wall and her cuffs jingled and taunted every inch of her false freedoms.


    After a few minutes of the agonizing silence ebbing away at her, she finally spoke.


    “I guess you could say so,” her voice was hoarse and weak, god how she hated hearing it. Just the sound made her grimace. It was nothing like when a howl ripped from her wolf form would travel for miles, or when she was at full strength how strong she had once sounded.


    Now she was just here, clothes much too big hanging like drapes from her pale, scarred frame. Her hair was a matted mess of dirt and other debris. Her once sharp gaze that could cut a person down was dull, almost teetering on a thousand yard stare. And she was back in a cell, locked up and treated like a vicious, feral animal.


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    Steve twisted a bit, holding out his right hand in an odd way that suggested he had change or some other small thing in his grasp. "Here. The doctors didn't want to give you any more pain meds since they might interfere with their tests, but I think it's cruel to leave you like this. Besides, a little ibuprofen can't hurt." After giving her the pills, he let her decide if she wanted to take them and apologized for not having something to help wash them down.


    "If you trust me, I can sneak you to the showers. I'll have to stay with you, but there'll be a curtain to cover you," Steve said, pushing himself to his feet. "I mean... I'm not going to be facing the showers anyway but my point still stands."


    The blonde tucked his phone into his back pocket and held out a hand, waiting to see if she would accept it. He had keys to unlock the main chain to the wall, but not her shackles. Unfortunately, those were kept separate and hidden from the keys he had in his pocket.


    "On the way back I could probably get you a little something to eat; there are usually granola bars stashed all over because of my metabolism. Buck usually has some on him so these are usually for me if I need them."


    Steve gave her a small smile.


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    Ach a kid ó Brooklyn


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    “Ibuprofen?” she questioned quietly, hesitantly reaching out and taking the pills from the other. Her hand snapped back to her side as she tucked the pills into her pocket.


    Hailee listened to his offer, biting her lip in thought. The man didn’t seem to have a bad bone in his body, and getting out would allow her to survey just how good security was around her. The thought of freedom made her tremble in excitement. Even if it was a short walk, some food, and a shower.


    “I would like that,” the shifter murmured, extending her hand to lay in his as she pulled herself up. She stumbled for a moment before righting herself with a wince. “I’ll swallow those pills in the shower. My mouth’s too dry to force them at the moment,” she admitted softly, hand leaving his temporarily to rub at her new black eye, courtesy of a face she couldn’t place. Damn, it hurt.


    The woman glanced back at the wall chains and her red wrists, frowning. “Don’t suppose you have keys for these, do you? I could..shift, into something smaller if you can unchain my wrists.”


    It was a long shot, but maybe it was worth it.
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    Steve's face crumpled a bit and he helped her up, turning her raw wrists in his big hands. He had remembered marks like these on Bucky when he had rescued him Zola in the 40's. Bucky's had been worse, but he had also been a POW for a few weeks before Steve had gotten to him. "Sorry, I couldn't get my hands on those keys. I can wrap the cuffs with cotton though to keep them from chafing so much though."


    As he said this, he fished the keys from his pocket and unlocked the main chain. He let the chain drop to the floor, helping her out of the room with small, study steps.


    Left, right, left, repeat.


    "You know, you remind me a lot of my friend, Bucky," he murmured out of the blue as they neared the shower room. "I bet you two would get on really well, and I bet his best girl Natasha would be willing to show you how to defend yourself against SHIELD."


    The Captain's voice dropped a few notches to keep anyone from overhearing. Honestly, Steve hated SHIELD. He really wanted to leave, but if he was completely real with himself, he knew that he couldn't. He was and always will be 'property', if you will, of the US government.


    Steve had come to accept it.


    The blond opened the shower and awkwardly turned. "Uhm... Leave your clothes on the bench right outside of the shower? I'll have Sharon wash them for you. Er... Meanwhile I guess you can just wear my spare clothes? I'm the only one with spares, but you might drown in all the fabric, so I apologize in advance."


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    Ach a kid ó Brooklyn


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    “It’s alright, Captain. It’ll heal up quick enough,” she murmured as she worked on the smaller things in life, like moving forward. It was a slow progress, and she internally thanked the larger man for keeping pace with her. He could have let her fall on her face and laughed, taunting that she was never going to get out. While she imagined some of the other Agents doing such, something pegged the Captain just the opposite.


    She perked when he began to talk about Bucky and Natasha. His voice was inexplicably soothing, like one was wrapped in a warm blanket on a chilly night. Hailee knew she’d end up taking that offer, she wanted to get out of here and back to her freedom as soon as possible. The tug on her gut would not go away until she could feel the wind on her face and the grass beneath her feet again.


    At the sight of the shower, she began to physically tremble in excitement. Hailee craned her head up to listen to Steve about the laundry and blushed slightly, turning her head away. “Ah, I don’t think that’s necessary. They’ll be suspicious of my whereabouts if I look clean, even more so if I’m in your clothes. I don’t think that one Agent from earlier is too particularly fond of me, and I don’t want you dragged into it.”


    Nonetheless, she stepped gingerly into the shower and pulled the curtain shut. She was suddenly very self conscious as she peeled the spoiled and torn clothing from her pale body, sticking the pile outside cautiously.


    Once she was back in she turned the shower on, squealing in surprise as the cold water assaulted her. Hailee pressed herself to the wall as she played with the handle until the hot water came out, and eased herself into it. She shuddered in delight as the warm water cascaded over her, closing her eyes and tilting her head back into the stream. Taking some of the shampoo in the stall she lathered it into her hair, letting that get washed out as she continued to scrub herself raw.


    Hailee was finished in a few minutes, turning the water off with a content hum. It had felt amazing while it lasted. The shifter crept forward, peeking her head out from the curtain as she looked for clothes to put on, eyeing Steve cautiously.


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    Steve had turned the second she had made a move to remove her clothes, waiting patiently and folding her clothes for her. When the water cut out, he held out the clothes with his left hand and covered his face with his right, head turned to the side and ears flushed dark red.


    "I'm really sorry that you have to put these dirty clothes back on," Steve said to Hailee. "If SHIELD wasn't like this..." His brows furrowed and the deep set frown lines on his forehead grew more apparent. Even when the supersoldier had been tiny Steven Grant Rogers, this had been his most common face.


    The elevens between his eyes never seemed to smooth out.


    The Captain shook his head a bit and held out an arm for Hailee to use as support. "I don't usually do interrogation sessions, but Bucky does. I'll ask him to go in to talk to you. He won't be as cruel as Coulson. And I'll cash in a few favours to make sure that Natasha and Sharon will be your caretakers and monitors.


    "I know you don't know them, but I trust them with my life. I hope that means something to you." Sincere blue eyes glanced to the shifter before flicking to a dark form that walked towards them.


    It was Clint, and it looked as if his hearing aid had broken yet again. He was holding the purple plastic in his hand, and he was fiddling with it; that is, until his other ear picked up the sound of footsteps, then he looked up. His brown eyes lit up when he saw Steve, and he completely ignored Hailee in favour of putting the earpiece back in and informing the blond that he had finally beat Bucky's longest shot. "It was only by three meters, but I beat it!"


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    Ach a kid ó Brooklyn


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    Haliee slipped back into the soiled and threadbare clothes, masking her mild annoyance at the gritty feeling against her now smooth and damp skin with a smile and a soft chuckle. “It’s quite alright, Captain,” she murmured, a frown momentarily flickering onto her features. For such a beloved man, he seemed to have always dealt with the brunt of all terrible things in the world.


    She cautiously leaned back against him for support as they moved forward, one step after the other. It seemed to help if she focused on his voice instead of the actual actions. “What do they look like? So I know who is there to help. Then I can start identifying the others, and the one who came in before you and pun-” her sentence was cut off when something else came to her attention.


    Hailee’s ears perked as she heard someone walking towards them, and began to inch behind the much larger man. Her muscles were tense and ready to go despite the woman being utterly exhausted. The adrenaline was already flowing, her mind subconsciously getting ready to shift and run in case something happened although the cuffs would prevent her from doing so.


    She peeked out from behind the blond, just enough to study the archer through narrowed eyes. He either didn’t care she was there, or hadn’t noticed. Maybe it was some combination of both. Either way, he didn’t seem too fazed, and was more focused on beating a shot of some sort.


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    "Hey, Clint, that's awesome! I'd be careful about bragging about it though; you know Buck's gonna work twice as hard now to get his #1 placement back," Steve replied with a grin, clapping his free hand on the shorter man's shoulder. "Speaking of Buck, where is he? I need to talk to him and Nat."


    Clint pointed over his shoulder with his thumb. "Those two lovebirds should be on their way now. I think Bucky needs to stop by Tony's to make an adjustment to his arm though, so you'd better catch him before he leaves. You know how loopy he gets on those pain meds Banner made for him when they have to go inside the arm."


    Steve nods and waves Clint goodbye, leading Hailee as he walked to the 'garage'. "That was Clint Barton," he explained. "He's Hawkeye, one of our snipers. Bucky's our other sniper, but he's also a great hand-to-hand combatant and an even better spy." The blond paused. "He's not better than Natasha though."


    "Yeah, nobody's better than Nat."


    The responding voice was gravelly and low and it came from one of the two people who came towards them. He had his left hand in one of the pockets of his black cargo pants and his right on the woman's shoulder. "Who's this, Steve? I thought we weren't recruiting anybody else?" The man in black turned his bright blue eyes onto Hailee, the colour emphasized by the kohl that messily lined them.


    The woman beside him turned a bit and answered before Steve could. "Hailee Wolffe. She's the shapeshifter SHIELD's been looking for." Her bright red lips pursed a little bit. "Steve, you know that Coulson's gonna be pissed when he sees that you gave her a bath, right?"


    "What was he supposed to do, Nat, leave her all gross and dirty?" Bucky questioned, brushing a curly red lock behind her ear. "Speaking of, go shower. I'll catch up with you once I'm done talking to Steve." The two shared a quick peck before Bucky started taking off the top, bulky layers of his costume. Steve had insisted that part of his outfit needed to be lined with Kevlar, and although Bucky had disagreed, Tony had listened to Steve. Once free from the thick jacket and in a plain black tank top, he placed his jacket on the nearest chair and slid it over to Hailee. "Here," he said. "You look pretty worn out."


    Steve let Hailee sit before going to Bucky and helping him with his arm. "Listen. SHIELD is gonna have someone come in to talk to her. I want you to put your request in, and I want Sharon and Natasha to take turns guarding her." Thanks to Steve's help, the arm came off without a problem; plates snapping shut and the joints going rigid once the machine was removed from the brunet's body. Now, peeking out from under his shirt, shone a metal adaptor flush against where his shoulder began, with thick keloid scars wrapping around the adaptor like a snake wrapped around its prey.


    He looked strangely off-balanced, like the fake arm on his left had been heavier than the real on on his right and he was leaning to compensate for the weight even though the arm was no longer attached.


    "Not a problem, Punk. Get her back in the holding cell and I'll put in my request before I drop this off at Tony's lab." He waved the metal arm a bit as if to explain what he meant by 'this' and walked off in the direction he had come.


    Steve smiled a bit, informing Hailee that that had been Bucky.


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    Hailee relaxed partially when Steve and Clint seemed to be on good terms with each other, moving to shuffle partially out from behind him and listen intently to the conversation. When he jabbed back with his thumb, her eyes followed it back, even though the hall was bare. Seems she’d meet these two sooner rather than later. And apparently they were a thing, considering the use of the term ‘lovebirds.’


    Steve had started moving forward and she moved to match, lagging only a half a step behind. “He looks familiar,” she mused to herself, trying to figure out where, or if, she’d ever seen the face. So far S.H.I.E.L.D had snipers, spies, super soldiers, and god knows what else. An escape might have been a little harder than she originally planned, the shifter was unaware of all the..security measures and specialized Agents. Sure, everyone knew S.H.I.E.L.D was super big, bad, and scary. But the level of it was astonishing.


    Her train of thought was interrupted when another voice shot through her skull, causing the woman to momentarily seize up as she came under scrutiny of the rather large and scary looking man. Blue eyes locked with blue, and Hailee was the first to tear her eyes away as the woman-Natasha- successfully identified her.


    She felt prone now, and shifted nervously. Natasha held a very regal and dangerous air to her, and Hailee understood why her codename was Black Widow.


    The chance to sit was graciously accepted as she rather heavily collapsed onto the chair. She rubbed idly at her thigh, frowning to herself. Everything was a dull sting, despite taking the Ibuprofen earlier. Maybe it needed more time to kick in. Her eyes wandered up to watch the two friends interact, and she caught herself smiling. It was quickly wiped in favor of a more neutral look, as she tried to forget one of her friends she had left back in the labs.


    She was probably dead now.


    Hailee shook the thoughts from her head violently, eyes snapping back to the scars around the adapter on Bucky. They looked like the many that ran under her clothes, and she found herself giving a shiver as the unwanted memories intruded again. Her jaw set as she pushed them away, shifting in the chair and sitting up more to lean against the back as Bucky bid Steve farewell and left.


    “You two have quite the friendship. Ones like that are rare,” Hailee stated, watching the retreating form until it had disappeared completely. A sense of her own loss jabbed through her chest, causing her to take in a sharp breath as she stood on her own for a few moments.


    “We should probably take his advice and get back. If we’re out any longer and get caught, I’ll get beat and you’ll get in trouble.”


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    Steve smiled, bright and utterly happy in such a simple and basic way that it made it look like his friends were the only important thing in his life. "Yeah, Buck's pretty great. He's the brother I never had but always needed. Vice versa for him too; grew up in a house of all girls since his dad died shortly after his youngest sister was born. Just Miss Barnes, Becca, Bucky, Bella, and Winnie."


    The supersoldier flushed slightly, and he cleared his throat as if embarrassed that he had lost himself in the 20's.


    "Right, let's get you back. Are you still stable enough to walk, or do you want me to carry you?" Steve questioned, helping the shifter to her feet.


    When they made it to the holding cell, Natasha was already there waiting; clad in formfitting black leggings, a dark grey tank top, and a red flannel around her waist that was clearly so big that it had to have belonged to Bucky. Her red hair was dry and styled, her make up all done up and perfect, and her skin completely dry. Honestly, the only way anyone could tell that she had showered was that her skin was no longer streaked with sweat and mud. "I've got first watch," she told Steve as he lead Hailee into the cell. "Sharon said she'll switch with me before official closing hours so that I can take care of Bucky when he comes of the pain meds."


    Steve's muscles stiffened; not obvious enough to be noticeable unless you were touching him like Hailee was. After a moment, he replied in a hushed tone," Make sure to call Sam if his night terrors get really bad tonight. I'll probably be here all night, and I know that it's easier for him to talk to Sam about this stuff than it is to you."


    Natasha gave a small nod before closing the door to Hailee's cell, leaving the other woman in the room by herself.


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