"I'm sorry, what?" you respond immediately, your lips falling into a frown to match the stranger's.

"It's not safe for you to be here. We need to go. Now." He steps forward, reaching out for you.

You counter his movement by stepping back, eyeing him warily. "What are you talking about? I live here."

He shakes his head. "No, you don't, Y/N."

You feel your heart stop, the panic quickly settling in your stomach like spoiled milk. "How do you know my name? Who the hell are you?"

He sighs in irritation. "My name is Steve Rogers. I can explain on the way. But we need to leave now while we still have time." He reaches out for you again.

Once more, you step out of his reach. "I'm not going anywhere with you unless you tell me what this is about."

His gaze narrows into a glare that seems out of place on his nearly perfect features. "I didn't want to do it this way, but if you'll give me no choice..."

He lets the words hang in the air as your only warning before he darts forward. He moves faster than you can even blink and before you know it, you've been hoisted up onto his shoulder.

"Wha- Hey!" you scream in outrage. "Let me go you asshole!"

Before you can struggle any further, you're suddenly blinded by a burst of white. It takes a moment of excessive blinking before you find out it's not white light that clouds your vision, but feathers?! It then takes another second to realize that there are two, gloriously large wings now protruding from his back. They seem endless when stretched out to their full length. You stare in wonder for a brief moment, before they beat downward rapidly and you're no longer touching the ground.

A startled scream leaves your lips, your stomach left on the concrete as the distance between yourself and the safety of earth increases. Your previous struggling quickly transitions into desperately grabbing onto the man any possible way you can.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!"

"The more you move, the more likely it becomes that I'm going to drop you," Steve warns, the way you're squirming to cling to him actually making it more difficult for him to hold onto you.

You go stiff as a board after that, heart hammering in your chest. You try with all your might to steady your breathing. You feel like passing out might not be a good idea either.

"Where are you taking me?" you ask when you've gained some semblance of control over yourself.

"Somewhere you'll be safe."

You're grateful when he begins to descend somewhere just outside of the city limits. His feet touch down in a clearing surrounded by trees. He carefully lowers you onto your shaky legs and you have to refrain from dropping and kissing the ground.

You take a few steps back, your eyes not leaving his wings. They're huge, each one probably the length of a full-grown man, maybe longer. The feathers ruffle slightly in the breeze, the two wings twitching ever so slightly as if they have minds of their own.

"So... are you my guardian angel or something?" you ask with thinly concealed sarcasm.

The man, Steve, snorts, crossing his arms over his chest. "No." With one last flutter and stretch, he folds his wings inward before they disappear from sight.

"So you- You're..."

"Nephilim," he fills in for you.

You frown at him. "I thought they didn't exist anymore."

"They don't," he confirms.

Your brow furrows. "Then how..?'

"I'm a created Nephilim, not born."

Your eyes widen in shock. "Created?" you repeat. "But you can't create a Nephilim."

He raises a brow, "Do I need to show you my wings again?"

You shake your head slowly, still wrapping your head around this. "Are there more like you?"

"No," he tells you. "There were supposed to be. But in SHIELD's experiments, I was the only one to survive."

His words put you on high alert. "SHIELD? Is that where you're taking me?"

"Yes," he confirms.

"No," you slowly back away from him as you shake your head. "I don't want to go there."

Steve mimics your movements, following you each step you take backward. "That demon has done something to you. We need to figure out what it is so we can fix you."

You gape at him, clearly insulted. "Fix me? There's nothing wrong with me!"

Steve brings his hands up in an effort to appease you. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but if you allow me to take you to SHIELD we can help you. That's all I want to do. We just want you to be safe, Y/N."

"We? Who's we?"

Steve sighs hands dropping to his hips. "SHIELD has been monitoring you since your father's passing. It wasn't until a few years ago that we sent someone to keep a closer eye on you. As soon as she realized how close you'd become with the demon, she sent for me to bring you in."

You gape at him, unable to believe the lengths SHIELD has gone to invade your privacy. It only takes a second to realize who he was talking about. "Wanda?!" You place a hand to your stomach, stumbling back a few more steps. You feel like you're going to throw up. "I... I thought she was my friend..." Her reaction upon seeing Bucky for the first time made a lot more sense now. Thinking about it even more, she's probably the enchantress in your building too. You feel so betrayed.

"I have little doubt that she feels the same. Wanda has difficulty keeping her emotions in check. When she first called me, she was distraught that you'd left without letting her explain herself. She just wants what's best for you. Like I do."

You try your best to push your feelings of hurt and betrayal aside and glare openly at him. "And you think that will be with SHIELD? So I can be mind controlled into hating demons like the rest of you?"

"It's not like that," he argues. "Demons are inherently evil. Surely you must realize-"

"You're wrong!" You cut him off, hands balling into fists at your sides. "Bucky has treated me with more kindness than anyone I've ever met."

He narrows his gaze, irritation lining his features. "It's a trick! He's only making you believe that he cares so he can take advantage of you!"

"You don't know anything!"

He takes another ominous step toward you. "On the contrary. I know everything. He will take everything you love and he will destroy it. It's the only thing demons are good for. He's already broken your friendship with Wanda."

"She did that herself when she spied on me!" You counter his step again, staying as far out of reach as you can. "This is exactly why I will not let you take me to SHIELD. All this mindless hatred for demons... I will never be like you."

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice."

You set your jaw with determination. "Try and stop me." Closing your eyes, you picture Bucky's hotel room in your mind. Having been there once, it should be easier to get there again. After a few seconds, you frown when nothing happens. You can feel the energy pulsing within you, so you haven't lost the ability to jump, you just... can't.

"If you're trying to translocate out of here, it won't work."

You open your eyes, looking at Steve in horror. "What have you done to me?"

He crosses his arms over his chest again. "Nothing. It's just that we're in a translocation circle."

"A what?" You look around again, but still all you see is the grassy clearing.

"The SHIELD facility is never in one place. It's constantly moving, which makes translocating there slightly difficult. In order to counteract the problem, translocation circles have been created in several locations throughout the world. The energy signature in these areas have been enchanted to match with SHIELD's. Therefore, SHIELD is the only place you can translocate to when you're standing in one."

You huff in frustration. "You can't honestly believe I'd willingly translocate to that place?"

A dark look shadows Steve's features. "I guess it's a good thing then that I'm powerful enough to translocate the two of us together."

"What?!"

Again, he darts forward. You try to move away, but he reaches out, hand clamping around your wrist. It's barely a moment after your skins touch that you feel the ground drop from beneath you and you're no longer in the clearing.

*

You gasp for breath upon coming out of the jump. Traveling with someone felt incredibly strange, especially since it was against your will. You feel unstable on your legs, like the first few times you'd ever translocated.

Lifting your gaze, you quickly take in your surroundings. The wind is strong here, your hair whipping all around your face. All you can see is blue in every direction. It takes a moment for your brain to comprehend what's happening, but then you see a cloud drift passed.

"We... We're in the sky?" you begin to make your way to the edge, but a strong arm wraps around your waist and stops you.

"You probably don't want to do that. It's a long way down." Steve pulls you back. "Welcome to the Helicarrier. Headquarters of SHIELD." He turns you around, so you're facing away from the edge and you now realize you're standing on a gigantic airship.

"Oh my god," you breathe. The ship seems to stretch for eons, you don't even understand how something so massive can even fly.

Groups of descendants are scattered around the upper deck. Some enjoy the fresh air and sunshine while on their break. Others are in training, either running in coordinated groups or sparring with each other.

You feel Steve's hand against your back before he begins to guide you inside. It seems strangely quiet once you've stepped through the door, away from the roaring wind. You and Steve walk down the halls in silence. Each step you take only makes the foreboding feeling inside you grow even more. You notice that the two of you are heading toward a set of elevators.

The doors open before you reach them and an older man steps out.

Steve comes to a stop. "Director Pierce," he greets formally.

"Rogers," the man nods his head once before his eyes land on you. "I see our plan to send Barnes away was successful."

Your heart skips a beat, eyes widening. "What?" your voice comes out hoarse, throat going dry.

The man gives you a condescending look. "You didn't really think his sudden business trip was an accident, did you?"

Steve's hand against your back moves slightly, grabbing your attention. "After you'd moved in with him you were either at work where an interaction would be too public or you were with him. We had to separate you two somehow," he tries to explain it gently, but it still makes you sick.

They really had been watching you this whole time. "Steve," you look up at him with pleading eyes. "Please take me back. He's going to be worried about me."

Pierce is the one to respond. "You can't actually believe that can you? Demons don't care for anything besides themselves."

You glare menacingly. "That's not true and you might know that if you ever took the time to actually talk to one."

"Y/N," Steve chastises. That's no way to talk to the director.

Pierce's face turns solemn as he looks you over. "Rogers, I think it might be best if you take her to see Rumlow."

You feel Steve stiffen beside you. "Sir?"

Pierce stares him down, daring him to defy his orders.

"Yes, sir," Steve eventually concedes. He puts a little pressure against your lower back getting you to move once again. The two of you step into the elevator. Once the doors have closed, Steve releases a pain-filled sigh. "Interrogation, please," he speaks aloud before the elevator dings and it begins to descend.

Your heart completely stops. "Interrogation?" you repeat in a hushed whisper.

"Just... try to keep your temper in check and everything will be fine. After you're done talking with Rumlow, I'll escort you to the initiation center."

You can no longer fight the panic that's building up in your chest. There's something wrong about all of this. And after learning about everything Bucky's told you, you know you can't trust anyone at SHIELD. Even those with the best intentions, like Steve and Wanda. After all... the road to hell was paved with good intentions.

"Steve, please take me back. Is my relationship with Bucky really hurting anyone? Just leave the two of us alone, please!"

The elevator comes to a stop and he ushers you out. "I'm sorry. I can't do that."

You try to resist, but your efforts are futile and soon the two of you are standing in front of a door. You're not sure what it is, but everything inside you is screaming at you to not go inside. "Steve, please don't make me do this," you look up at him, allowing him to see how truly terrified you are, a single tear dripping down your cheek.

He winces, avoiding your gaze. "I'm sorry." And then he opens the door and pushes you in.

You stumble forward, dark energy hitting you like a brick wall and making your knees weak. Everything in the room seems black, a kind of darkness filling every corner of the room, despite the fluorescent lights shining above. There's a sulphuric taste in your mouth and each breath in your lungs feels heavy. You feel like you're going to collapse under the sheer weight of the energy. And then you see the man that it's coming from.

His eyes are black and soulless, his features sharp, his gaze piercing. The amount of energy pouring out of him is immense and you don't understand how Steve can stand there, completely unaffected by it.

"Rumlow, this is Y/N. Pierce has requested she speak with you before I get her to initiation."

The man's gaze never leaves your face, a sadistic grin spreading across his mouth. "Alright. I'll take it from here Rogers."

Steve seems to hesitate just a moment before he leaves you alone with this man.

As soon as the door has shut, you feel your legs give out and you fall to your knees. You cough, desperately trying to get whatever it is that fills this room out of your lungs. "What are you?" you ask through labored breaths.

"How interesting..." He stands from the desk he'd been perched behind, coming around and leaning against the front of it, arms crossed casually over his chest. "You're Barnes' little whore, right? His demonic energy in your system must be what allows you to get a read on me. Most of the other assholes in this place can't even tell."

You feel like you're going to hack out a lung with the way you keep coughing. You can't even get a breath in at this point. Your vision swims and your mind becomes hazy. The weight of his energy only seems to increase.

You fall forward, catching yourself on shaky arms for a moment, before you collapse completely to the floor.

"That's it. Nighty night, Sleeping Beauty."

You wheeze, trying in vain to fill your lungs with air. Bucky's smiling face and bright blue eyes fills your mind for a fleeting moment before everything goes dark.