A/N- Undercover Steve is such a blessing 😍 I wish y'all happy Easter holidays! P.S: the Thor trailer owns me

The only solution is to fight our way out of this. It'd make us obviously more suspicious but I'm not gonna captured by SHIELD that is run by a man like Alexander Pierce. The atmosphere is tensed and everybody knows what's gonna happen next. "Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?" Steve breaks the silence but nobody answers and he seems to be done, answering his question with an annoyed look. Suddenly an agent turns and uses an electric rod to give Steve a shock.

"Steve!" I shout and two other agents press me with a force against the wall, trying to strap me with the bangles that would disable my electricity. Clenching my teeth, I kick them down and use my electricity to knock them out. A magnetic cuff holds Steve on the elevator while he manages to knock some of the agents down.

I want to help him but three other agents attack me and I shoot a blast of electricity at them, tasering them to the ground. Rumlow takes advantage of my distraction and places his arm around my neck, holding the electric rod against my stomach as he strangles me. "Sorry, but...", I grab the rod by the electric power and hit his face with it, making him fall unconscious with a burnt cheek to the ground, "...You should know that those things don't hurt me."

Steve frees himself from the magnetic cuff and throws the shield at me. I dodge, knowing that he knocks out the agents behind me as it flies back to him. He breathes heavily and I pant as well, looking at the unconscious agents on the floor. "Everything's okay? Those electric rods seemed to be painful for you."

"We have to go." He insists and the elevator door opens, a team of STRIKE agents point their weapons at us.

"Drop the shield! Put your hands in the air!" They warn us and shoot immediately at me. If Steve wouldn't have used his shield to send the elevator down by cutting off the wires, I would have got hit by the bullet that is stuck in the glass now. I hold onto the rod and clench with my teeth, my heart almost jumps out of my chest.

"They fucking didn't hesitate to shoot." I glare at the bullet and Steve forces the door open but when he sees more agents approaching us on the 25th floor, he closes the door again. "What if I try to knock them out?"

"I'm not gonna risk your life. They didn't waste a second to shoot at you because of your abilities." He shakes his head and looks for a way out.

"Give it up, Rogers and Farrell! Get that door open! You have nowhere to go!" The STRIKE agents yell and Steve sighs, looking out of the elevator. My eyes widen at his suspicious gaze at the depth and I shake slowly my head as he prepares his plan.

"Oh, hell, no, Rogers. Without me. I rather fight those traitors than jump off the 25th floor. No, thanks." I shake wildly my head and he smirks.

"Oh, come on. Who was the one who had the idea to jump over a huge gap in 1943?" He grabs me by my waist, pressing me as tight as possible against him and places the shield in front of us. "Just hold onto me, alright? That may hurt a bit."

Placing my arms around his waist and feeling his left arm around me, we run together against the glass, falling into the depth. A panicky and uncomfortable prickling infects my stomach as the broken glass cuts into my skin, leaving its marks there and the air rushes into my ears. Dropping like a stone, we crash with an incredible speed against the glass roof and land noisily on the ground of the SHIELD HQ. A terrible pain runs through my bones when they meet the hard floor as I let out a pained scream, even though the shield has covered us.

"Crap." I swear under a heavy breath, feeling the stabbing of my bruised ribs. It's a miracle that nothing is broken. Steve removes his arm and forces himself to stand up in the ocean of broken glasses.

"C'mon... we need to leave..." He pants and pulls me up. Together, we hobble our way out of the headquarter, supporting each other as we receive curious and astonished stares. We're wanted now and apparently, they don't care about how they get us.

***

"Does is still hurt much?" Steve asks worriedly, whispering and his voice drowns in a wave of other sounds of the mall. We walk as casual as possible, hidden beneath hoodies and fake glasses, to a Mac Store for the flash drive. Every step reminds my body of the pain from the crash, which is why I walk rather cramped than casual. Steve's healing abilities are at least better than mine.

"Just keep walking." I suggest as we're about to reach the Mac Store. "We need to find out what's on this flash drive. And then... then we'll find a way to get to New York, to Tony and Bruce. I don't know about Natasha and Clint but they work for SHIELD. And... and I just hope their friendship wasn't fake." I look down, not knowing who I should trust now and who not.

We enter the Mac Store and directly walk to a random laptop. Steve is about to put the flash drive into USB port but he glances at me first. "If we put it in, they're gonna immediately find us. I don't know how long they'll need, but we won't have much time."

"Then we better hurry." I shrug and feel someone tapping on my shoulder from behind me.

"Do you need help?"

"No, thanks- " I'm about to decline and turn around but my sentence is cut off by myself, my eyes widen at the blonde and red-haired agents' appearance. Clenching my hands to fists, I tense up as Steve hides the flash drive in his hand. "Clint, if you're here to capture us, then I can't guarantee what's going to follow. Fury already died."

He simply smirks, faking a pout. "I thought we were friends, kiddo. I just ask if you'd need help because you don't even know how to use Spotify."

I sigh relieved, almost smiling. At least Clint and Natasha are on our side and Steve hands them the flash drive. "Fury gave this to us before he died. But we don't know how to hack the system."

"Let me do this, fossil." Natasha grins and puts the flash drive into the USB port, doing some technical stuff I have no idea of. "This is a program that SHIELD developed to track hostile malware, so if we can't read the file, maybe we can find out where it came from."

Turning around, I flinch when suddenly a long haired Apple employee stands in front of me. The guy smiles friendly at us as Clint tries to cover the laptop screen. "Can I help you guys with anything?"

"Oh, no. My boyfriend and I are just trying to find some vacation destinations with some friends." I spontaneously put my arm around Steve who is taken aback and slightly nervous.

"Sounds awesome! Where are you guys thinking about going?" The employee asks curiously.

"New Jersey." Clint answers after he has looked at the monitor, seeing the signal traced to somewhere in Jersey. My forced smile vanishes and I mentally groan about the state. The employee suddenly narrows his eyes and stares at Steve, making us think that he recognizes him.

"I have the exact same glasses." He only states, leaving us all in relief.

"Wow, you two are practically twins." Natasha comments monotonously as if she couldn't care less and the employee laughs.

"Yeah, I wish." He raises his hands, practically admiring Steve. "Specimen. Uh... if you guys need anything, I'm Aaron."

"Okay, thanks." I nod and he luckily leaves. Steve meanwhile glances at the signal on the monitor that comes from Wheaton, nodding and affirming that he knows the location. Natasha removes the flash drive, handing it to me. "What are we gonna do now? And what are you two gonna do?"

"We have to disappear. SHIELD is looking for us as well, not as much as for you two right now, though." Clint shrugs. "It's better if we separate. And don't get caught and be careful, you two. Everything's falling apart at the moment and SHIELD is on their way to get you."

"Okay, be careful, too." I remind him and the two agents leave through another way. Placing the flash drive in my boots again, Steve and I walk out of the store and face a standard tac- team, two behind us and two coming straight at us. "Put your arm around me and laugh quietly, but not too noticeable."

"What?" He frowns in confusion and I shoot him a glance, mouthing 'Now!'. He quickly does as I say, placing his arm around me and faking a laugh until the tac-team is gone without noticing us. "It worked."

"You're horrible on undercover missions." I notice and he rolls his eyes playfully as we continue our way down the escalator. My eyes widen when I spot Rumlow with a burned cheek, coming unavoidably towards us on the other escalator. There is no way out, he will definitely recognize us if we encounter him that close with just a few inches distance. Steve tries not to panic but his face becomes pale and I swear mumbling. "Shit."

"What now?" He refers quietly to the crowd behind and in front of us. It is impossible to escape inconspicuously. I try to think of a solution that won't blow our cover, the pressure makes me think faster. We can't leave, that's for sure. Steve's cap and my hoodie just hide our hair, everything is actually well covered but our faces. That means that Rumlow won't notice us if we hide our faces but if we just look away, it'll be conspicuous. When do people look automatically away? When they feel uncomfortable. And what makes people feel uncomfortable?

"Sorry, Steve." I whisper and scrunch up my face at the thought of my plan. Steve frowns in confusion and before he can question my sudden apology, I put my arms around his neck and pull his head down until his lips meet mine. He tries to suppress a surprised noise while I try my best to hide his shocked facial expression behind my arms. The kiss isn't exactly bad, but it is sort of awkward because it is Steve, my best friend, and his soft lips are right now kissing mine. I let go after a while, when Rumlow is out of sight.

"That was..." Steve blushes extremely, trying to find the right words.

"Awkward, I know." I finish his sentence, still feeling that uncomfortable preying on my mind. "But at least Rumlow didn't recognize us. Now let's go, Jersey is our aim."

We leave the mall and I swear, there has never been such an unpleasant silence like this between us.

***

The car ride to New Jersey has been filled and oppressed with an embarrassing silence and we have avoided to talk about the incident. I really imagined my first kiss in this century differently, especially not with Steve. Now we're looking around at the abandoned military base for several hours until the dusk meets the sky, finding nothing but nostalgia. It's the camp where Steve used to train. "What's wrong?"

"Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards from the barracks. This building is in the wrong place." He notices and opens the lock with his shield, giving us access to enter a room. It's pretty dark and coated with dust, the bulbs surprisingly still work. We reach the wall where old framed portraits are hanging, black-white photos from the forties.

"Howard and Peggy..." I mutter and stare at the photos of them, Steve remains silent. Before the sorrow arises, we walk away, further down the room and stop by a massive book shelf.

"If you're already working in a secret office...", He pushes the books shelf and slides it open to reveal an elevator behind it, "Why do you need to hide the elevator?"

We go down the elevator which takes us to a room with old looking computers. The green-yellow lights turn on and cover the ancient technology with its shine as we walk further into the room. What kind of data-point is that? I notice a small flash drive port and place the flash drive in it which then activates the ancient computer in the room.

"Initiate system?" The computer voice asks and I hesitate before typing yes. The voice suddenly turns into a thick accent and a camera moves above us, analyzing us. "Rogers, Steven. Born 1918. Farrell, Evelyn. Born 1919."

"What kind of recording is that?" I ask Steve, frowning at the camera. Who is behind this? "Who the hell are you?"

"I am not a recording, Fräulein. I may not be the man I was when the Captain and you took me prisoner in 1945, but I am." The german accent responds and the computer screen shows an old picture of a man that steals my breath, leaving me in complete shock. Dr Arnim Zola. The man who was on the train. The man who killed Bucky.