LANA GROANED as she felt someone carrying her and a car door slam, "Good, you're awake. Can you walk?" Steve asked. He gently put her down and she stumbled a bit. He steadied her, "You good?"

"I will be," she looked up at him. His eyes shined with concern as they roamed over her looking for major injuries. There was a cut on her neck that was starting to stitch back together and he looked at it shocked.

"Your neck just healed."

"Accelerated healing and superstrength, those are my powers," Lana said as Steve helped her walk, "Where are we going?"

"A friend's," Steve knocked on a door.

"Hey man," the man from before said as he opened the door.

"I'm sorry about this we need a place to lay low," Steve told him.

"Everyone we know is trying to kill us," Lana said.

He looked between the two, "Not everyone." He allowed them inside and they walked in. Steve introduced them and Sam directed them to a room where they could stay and Lana showered before letting Steve go.

He came out of the bathroom as she was drying her hair, "You okay?"

"Yeah. Healing kicked in so I'm kinda drained," she replied. She had taken the dye out before the mission so it was back to its red state.

Steve sat in front of her, "What's going on."

"When I first joined S.H.I.E.L.D. I thought I was going straight. I guess I just traded the KGB for Hydra," she sighed, "I thought I knew whose lies I was telling, but I guess I can't tell the difference anymore."

"There's a chance you might be in the wrong business," Steve repeated her words from earlier causing her to crack a smile.

"I owe you," she whispered.

"It's okay," he muttered back.

"If it was the other way around and it was down to me to save your life, now you be honest now, would you trust me to do it?"

"Yes. And I'm always honest." They stared at each other before Steve's gaze flickered to her lips.

Lana broke the gaze and got up walking into the bathroom to put the towel away.

Steve followed her, "Why are you trying to set me up with the girls from S.H.I.E.LD.?"

"You're a friend."

Steve analysed her, "Lana can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

"Did you like the kiss?"

"Is that really relevant?"

"Just answer the question."

"Why are you asking this Steve?"

"Maybe I don't want you to set me up with a girl. Maybe I like you," Steve shrugged.

"Don't be stupid," Lana rolled her eyes.

"I'm not. I'm serious."

"Steve you can't like me. I'm not your type," Lana shrugged brushing past him, going back into the room.

"How do you know that my type isn't you?" Steve asked.

"Because I'm not anyone's type. You know, Russian assassin, has a large kill count."

"Jesus Lana, why can't you see that I like you? I've been giving you signs since we started these missions and now I'm openly telling you."

"You haven't given 'signs' since 1945 you're very rusty," Lana expressed.

"God Lana. I like you, is that clear enough?"

Lana stopped what she was doing and took a deep breath, "I think you hit your head, Steve."

"I made breakfast," Sam said coming into the doorway, "If you guys eat that sort of thing." Lana sighed and followed him sitting on the counter.

"So the question is, who at S.H.I.E.L.D. could launch a domestic missile strike?" Steve sat in thought as Sam spread butter on some toast.

"Pierce," Steve said.

"Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world," Lana continued getting down and standing near him.

"But he's not working alone. Zola's algorithm was on the Lemurian Star."

Lana's face clouded in realisation, "So was Jasper Sitwell."

"So the real question is how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a S.H.I.E.L.D. officer in broad daylight?" Steve asked.

"The answer is you don't," Sam replied coming around and dropping a file on the table.

"What's this?"

"Call it a resume."

Steve stood as Lana looked at it, "Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you?" Sam raised his eyebrows, "You didn't say he was a Pararescue." she handed the photo to Steve.

"Is this Riley?" he asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered.

"I heard they couldn't bring in the choppers because of the RPGs," Lana mentioned, "What did you use? A stealth chute?"

"No," Sam responded, he handed the file to Steve who opened it, "These."

Steve looked up stunned, "I thought you said you were a pilot."

"I never said pilot," Sam chuckled.

Steve looked back at the file, "I can't ask you to do this Sam. You got out for a good reason."

"Dude Captain America needs my help. There's no better reason to get back in." Steve nodded.

"Where can we get our hands on one of these things?" he waved the file.

"The last one is at Fort Meade. Behind three guarded gates and a 12-inch steel wall," Steve looked at Lana who shrugged.

"Shouldn't be a problem."

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