I'm writing this while I'm waiting for my editor to finish DKoT lol.

Don't worry, this will be much shorter. Only a few chapters.
If this seems similar to... Well... All of my other stories, what can I say? There are so many different ways to spin it!

Anyway, here you are :)

~TH~

The loud alarm blaring spoke of one thing, he had been found out.

Steve dodged an oncoming group of Enforcers. He had been so close! Just a few more days and he would have had all the information he needed to launch a full offensive.

He had been undercover at Sygma for almost three weeks, gathering intel and waiting for the right moment to strike. Everything had been going well. Then he had been called to the Examiners office and Steve knew one of two things. One, he was being promoted, or two, he had been compromised.

He had been headed to the Examiner's office, full of apprehension, when he noticed the number of Enforcers around. Enforcers were the best of the best. They were used sparingly and almost never around the base. The fact that they were following him meant that he was in trouble.

Steve had dodged out of the main corridor, weaving through lesser-used hallways. They had continued to follow. When he broke off into a run, the siren sounded. His cover had been blown.

He dodged into another hallway. He had no way to make contact with S.H.I.E.L.D. or the other of the Avengers. He had to get out of the underground bunker before any communication devices he had would work.

The Captain was without his precious shield, but he had a gun. He hoped that would be enough.

He was almost out, almost free when a gun fired behind him. A searing pain went through his knee and he fell to the ground. Cap turned the best he could and returned fire. It had only been one Enforcer and he was easily killed. He may have only been one man, but he was a good shot.

Steve tried to stand but found it completely impossible. The bullet had gone through his left kneecap. It was an intentional shot. They wanted him alive. Somehow, that was even more terrifying.

He closed his eyes, mustering all his strength to stand. As soon as he put any pressure on the injured leg, it gave out. He resorted to crawling. As humiliating as it was, he didn't have a choice.

When he reached a lonely side room, Steve breathed a sigh of relief. The small room held the only unmarked exit in what was essentially an elaborate bunker.

He entered the room, clumsily turning the door handle. He could take a hit and keep going. That's what he was, a human shield. But he had been shot completely through the kneecap. Not even a super soldier could operate under that concentrated of a wound.

The door shut automatically as he worked at moving the various boxes hiding the trap door. He was going to have to climb.  He'd cross that bridge when he came to it.

The Captain was almost done when he heard a hissing sound. He looked up to see a green, fog-like gas coming from the ceiling.

This was bad. Sygma had been experimenting, and was quite advanced, in chemical warfare. That's one of the reasons he had been assigned this mission. While Natasha and Clint were more experienced in undercover work, he had more resilience to poisons. S.H.I.E.L.D. knew this would come in handy if something were to go wrong.

Steve could see the door. He desperately pulled on the handle. It didn't open. He put all his strength into opening his only means of escape. It didn't budge.

It was getting hard to breathe. The gas was thick and smelled like something was burning. Cap took a deep breath into his Sygma issued t-shirt and held it. There was only one more escape route. The same way he'd come. Steeling himself for the inevitable, he shuffled over to the entrance. Then, standing on one leg, practically fell into the door.  It swung open and he was met by at least a two dozen Enforcers in gas masks.

The hall was full of the green mist. There was no way he could make it out. Steve pushed himself off the ground, no longer able to hold his breath. The Enforcers began to close in on him. The Captain managed to wobbly stand on one leg.

They attacked at once. Steve fought, but not even Captain America could take on a small army of highly trained soldiers while injured, on top of breathing poison gas, and come out on top.

He went down hard and barely even felt the blows coming down on him. His brain was muddled like it was in a fog.

He wanted to fight back. Really he did. But he couldn't. His eyes slipped closed with one question ringing in his mind.

How had they found out?

~A~

The Examiner smiled. "Well done agent, having Captain America in our possession will do great things for our cause."

"Thank you, sir." The young agent, clad in full S.H.I.E.L.D uniform responded from the large screen. "I've sent you a video I believe can be used to our advantage."

The Examiner pulled up the video on a second screen, smiling at what the scene entailed.

"Very good. This will be of great use to us. Continue to do your job and you will soon be up for promotion."

The agent was nearly bouncing with excitement, "I will, sir! Thank you, sir! Usque Gloria!" He said, giving a salute.

"Usque Gloria." The older man repeated as the video was disconnected.

Yes, this could prove very useful indeed.

~TH~

Well, I'm excited, how about you?
I've written the next chapter and will post soon.

What do you think will happen to Steve?

What does this gas do and does it cause side effects?

What do you think of Sygma and this mysterious "useful" video?

Let me know!

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God bless,