The Alchemist recognized the man who had just entered the elevator from the hospital. He had dangerously dark hair, it matched the expression on his face rather well. Ally studied him as he and two other shuffled beside her, one glancing down to check her out.

"All STRIKE personal on site." He spoke, his voice seemingly cracky.

"Understood."

"Yes sir."

"Forensics," the dark haired agent couldn't help himself from taking a glance at Ally. "Cap."

"Rumlow."

"Evidence response found some fibers on the roof they want us to see," Rumlow explained to Steve. "You want me to get the tac-team ready?"

"No, lets wait and see what it is first."

"Right," Rumlow agreed. "Who's your friend?"

"Agent–"

"Maggie Ray," Ally piped up. "I worked as a member on Fury's undercover team."

Four more people entered the elevator, moving towards the back and sides. "Um...sorry about what happened with Fury. Messed up what happened to him." Rumlow apologized, earning an eyebrow raise from Ally.

Steve looked down at one of the agents, touching his weapon suspiciously. "Thank you."

Feeling that something seemed off, Steve looked at the agents in the elevator and noticed that one of them was sweating. Three more agents got on at the next stop, making Steve shuffle towards Ally cautiously. He sighed, upset it had come to such a thing. "Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?"

There was a paused moment before one of the agents turned and surprised Steve with an electric rod, shocking him. Ally was held back by two others, acting helpless as Rumlow and his STRIKE team grabbed Steve. They Attempted to strap his wrists to the elevator with magnetic cuffs.

Steve lifted his legs to his chest and pushed them out with full force, knocking them down. He pulled at one of the cuffs, freeing a hand but the other still remained. Rumlow took his rod and rammed it into Steve's side. Ally took a deep breath in before kneeing one of the agents holding her right in the groin, elbowing the other's face before freeing herself. The tip of her skirt was enough for her to raise a little more hell. She raised her leg and kicked their heads as if they were soccer balls before tackling Rumlow to the ground.

Steve managed to free himself as Rumlow pushed Ally off of him. He turned to Rumlow and raised his fists. "Woah, big guy," Rumlow stopped him. "I just want you to know, Cap, this ain't personal." He began to run at Steve with his electric rod.

Steve quickly defended himself, knowing Rumlow out with a hard blow to the head. "It kind of feels personal," he quickly helped Ally up. "Are you hurt?"

"No," she wheezed out. "Just winded."

"Drop the shield!" someone called out from the intercom. "Put your hands in the air!"

Steve quickly used his shield to break off the elevator wires which sent the elevator down. The emergency brakes kick in and they are flung on top of each other. "I hate you," Ally muttered, placing her hand against his chest to push herself up. "That was a stupid idea!"

Steve rolled his eyes, forcing the doors open. He immediately saw more STRIKE agents approaching them, so he closed the door quickly.

"Give it up, Rogers! Get that door open! You have nowhere to go!"

Steve glanced at the elevator glass, leaning over to see how much of a fall it was. Ally covered her mouth with her hands. "You aren't serious."

He grabbed Ally by the waist, pulling him close to her before running at the glass. They broke through the glass in the elevator and plummeted downwards. They hit the ground floor, scaring multiple agents away. He helped her up, pulling her hand as they ran away.

"Where are we going?"

"The garage, I have our ticket out of here!"

They run at full speed, making it to the garage in the nick of time. Ally looked down at her ripped skirt, her thigh showing a little more than she wanted. "This is the last damn time I wear a skirt!"

"I'll buy you a new one," Steve grinned, throwing his leg over the seat of his motorbike. "Get on."

Steve and Ally rode out of the S.H.I.E.L.D garage on his bike, evading the obstacles laid out before them. Thinking they had escaped, a quinjet emerged ahead of them. "Stand down, Captain Rogers. Stand down."

Steve kept going, riding and passing the bullets the quinjet fired at them. Steve threw his shield into the propellers of the quinjet, jamming them. He hopped onto the jet with Ally still on the bike and finished the job before joining Ally once again. Now in control, Ally sped past the traffic and they escaped.

—

Disguised as just a regular civilian, Steve and Ally swiftly made their way to the hospital without being noticed. With Steve's trust, Ally had hidden the flash drive no one would expect. The two came near a vending machine, Ally looked in every direction before going to press the numbers. Then she realized, it was gone. "It's gone."

"What?"

"I said it's gone Steve," she repeated furiously. "I don't understand–"

Just then, Natasha appeared behind them, chewing some gum. It only took Steve a moment before he pushed Natasha into a room, Ally followed. It wasn't hard to tell that even Captain America was oddly worried about everything going on.

"Where is it?" He demanded.

"Safe."

"Do better!"

"Where did you get it?" The redheaded spy questioned.

"Why would I tell you?"

"Fury gave it to you," Natasha realized. "Why?"

"What's on it?"

"I don't know."

"Stop lying!" Steve raised his voice, getting frustrated.

"I only act like I know everything, Rogers."

"I bet you knew Fury hired the pirates," Steve stepped away from here "Didn't you?"

"Well, it makes sense. The ship was dirty, Fury needed a way in, so do you."

Ally looked down at her shoes, unable to hide the slight smile on her face. She liked Natasha's vibe and her ability to take care of herself. Natasha was the kind of woman the world needed a lot more of, even if she'd never admit that.

"I'm not gonna ask you again."

"I know who killed Fury," she silenced him. "Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists, the ones who do call him the Winter Soldier. He's credited with over two dozen assassinations in the last fifty years."

"So he's a ghost story."

Ally's face twitched. "He's Soviet, isn't he?"

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Natasha questioned, recognizing Ally from before. "Do you trust this girl?"

Steve nodded. "With my life."

"Alright," Natasha eyed Ally before continuing her story. "Five years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot at my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer, so he shot him straight through me," she pulled up her shirt to show them the bullet wound. "Like your friend said, it was a Soviet slag, no rifling. Bye-bye bikinis."

"Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now."

A hint of a smile played on Natasha's lips. "Going after him is a dead end. I know, I've tried," she pulled out the flash drive from her pocket. "Like you said, he's a ghost story."

Steve looked between Natasha and Ally, two women who could take care of themselves but start a war at the same time. "Well, let's find out what the ghost wants"

—

Just then, Natasha appeared behind them, chewing some gum. It only took Steve a moment before he pushed Natasha into a room, Ally followed. It wasn't hard to tell that even Captain America was oddly worried about everything going on.