
Compromised
3rd Person's POV
Natasha goes to the hospital and meets up with Steve and Sammie. Together they all watch as doctors operate on Fury.
Natasha frowns looking intently at the surgery, "Is he gonna make it?"
Steve sighs rubbing his head, "I don't know."
"Tell me about the shooter." Natasha sounds angry yet her eyes never leave Fury.
"He's fast and strong. Had a metal arm."
Just then Agent Maria Hill also joins them.
Natasha glances over for a second, "Ballistics?"
Maria frowns, "Three slugs, no rifling. Completely untraceable."
"Soviet-made."
Suddenly, they watch in shock as Fury's state deteriorates.
Male Nurse, "He's in V-tach."
Female Nurse, "Crash cart coming in."
Doctor, "Nurse, help me with the drape."
Male Nurse, "BP is dropping."
Doctor, "Defibrillator!"
Steve, Natasha, Sammie, and Hill watch in shock as Fury is flatlining.
"I want you to charge him at one hundred."
Natasha shakes her head, "Don't do this to me, Nick."
Doctor, "Stand back! Three, two, one. Clear!"
Fury is given a shock with the defibrillator.
"Pulse?"
Male Nurse, "No pulse."
Doctor, "Okay. 200, please. Stand back! Three, two, one. Clear!"
Fury is given another shock.
"Give me epinephrine! Pulse?"
Male Nurse, "Negative."
Natasha sighs, "Don't do this to me, Nick. Don't do this to me."
The four watch the doctors as they continue to revive Fury but Fury is still showing as flatlining, Steve turns away as they finally call his time of death.
Doctor, "What's the time?"
Female Nurse, "1:03, Doctor."
Doctor, "Time of death, 1:03 a.m."
Steve looks down at the flash drive Fury had given him. Natasha and Steve are in a room where Fury's dead body has been laid out, Natasha is looking at Fury's body with tears running down her face, Hill and Sammie join them.
Maria sighs, "I need to take him."
Steve goes over to Natasha, "Natasha."
She doesn't respond, instead she tenderly touches Fury's head then turns and walks out, Steve and Sammie follow her.
"Natasha!"
"Why was Fury in your apartment?"
" I don't know."
They are interrupted by Rumlow, "Cap, they want you back at SHIELD."
Steve nods, "Yeah, give me a second."
"They want you now."
"Okay."
Steven turns to Natasha.
"You're a terrible liar."
She turns and walks off making Sammie look over at Steve then frown and run after Natasha.
Jasper Sitwell on earpiece, "STRIKE team, escort Captain Rogers back to SHIELD immediately for questioning."
"I told him." Rumlow replies.
Steve notices the vending machine next to him. He puts the flashdrive into the vending machine behind a pack of gum then walks over to Rumlow.
"Let's go."
Sammie's POV
"Natasha!! Would you slow down?"
Suddenly, Natasha stops and stands behind the corner of the hallway. She pulls me to the side and peeks her head out.
"What are you doing?"
"Shh."
I look at where she is staring and see Steve putting something in the vending machine while Agent Rumlow is distracted. After a minute, the two disappear and Natasha quickly turns around towards me with a scowl on her face.
"What are you doing here?"
I frown, "What do you mean? I came to see Fury."
Natasha shakes her head and crosses her arms, "No I mean what are you doing back? You've been gone for a year Dylann. No text no call no nothing. Why are you back?"
"I'm sorry... I ran into Steve and I felt like I had to talk to him."
"Why? To break his heart again? Running away was the stupidest thing you could've ever done."
I sigh upset, "What are you two besties now? You love him and hate me? I didn't mean to hurt him."
"He's not the only one you left Dylann. Think about that."
I watch as Natasha struts away feeling worse and worse with each second that passes.
3rd Person's POV
Alexander Pierce stands looking intently at Steve as he leaves the office, "Captain."
Steve stops and looks at Pierce.
"Somebody murdered my friend and I'm gonna find out why. Anyone gets in my way, they're gonna regret it. Anyone."
"Understood." Steve turns and leaves.
After he leaves Pierce's office he steps into the elevator. Just as the elevator doors are about to close Rumlow steps in with two STRIKE agents.
Rumlow speaks to the agents while standing beside Steve, "Keep all STRIKE personnel on site."
STRIKE Agent #1, "Understood."
STRIKE Agent #2, "Yes, sir."
Rumlow looks over and nods at Steve, "Cap."
"Rumlow."
The elevator doors close and they start riding down.
"Evidence Response found some fibres on the roof they want us to see. You want me to get the tac-team ready?"
Steve shakes his head, "No, let's wait and see what it is first."
"Right."
Steve notices one of the agents touching his weapon suspiciously. The elevator stops and more SHIELD and STRIKE agents enter.
Rumlow leans close to Steve, "I'm sorry about what happened with Fury. Messed up, what happened to him."
"Thank you." Steve nods although something feels off.
Steve looks at the agents in the elevator and notices one of them is sweating, then the elevator stops again and more agents enter. As the elevator doors close Steve realizes he's been surrounded by agents.
"Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?"
There's a moment's pause before suddenly one of the agents turns and uses an electric rod to give Steve a shock, the others grab him and try to strap his wrists with magnetic cuffs, Steve manages to knock some of them down but one cuff remains, then Rumlow uses his rod to give Steve a shock. As Steve is being attacked, Sitwell is in a controls room watching them from a monitor.
Jasper Sitwell, "Mobilize STRIKE units, 25th floor."
Steve manages free himself from the magnetic cuff and knock all the agents down, he turns to Rumlow the last agent standing.
Rumlow smirks, "Whoa, big guy. I just want you to know, Cap, this ain't personal."
Rumlow then goes to attack Steve with his electric rod but Steve manages to defend himself and eventually knocks Rumlow out.
"It kind of feels personal."
Steve picks up his shield then opens the elevator doors, but he's faced by a team of STRIKE agents pointing their weapons at him.
25th Floor STRIKE Agent, "Drop the shield! Put your hands in the air!"
Steve uses his shield to break off the elevator wires which sends the elevator down, as he forces the doors open he sees more STRIKE agents approaching him, he closes the door and looks for a way out.
STRIKE Agent, "Give it up, Rogers! Get that door open! You have nowhere to go!"
Steve runs forward and breaks through the glass in the elevator then plummets down to finally hit the ground floor, from his monitor Sitwell watches in shock as Steve gets up and starts running off.
"Are you kidding me? He's headed for the garage. Lock down the bridge!"
Steve rides out of the SHIELD garage on his motorcycle, evading the obstacles laid out but then a Quinjet emerges ahead of him.
"Stand down, Captain Rogers. Stand down."
The Quinjet lowers its machine gun, "Repeat, stand down."
As Steve doesn't stop they start shooting at him, Steve throws his shield into the propellers to jam it, giving him an opportunity to hop onto it and do more damage to the jet with his shield before jumping off as the jet goes crashing down and he escapes.
Jasper Sitwell stands infront of SHIELD agents, "Eyes here. Whatever your op is, bury it. This is Level One. Contact DOT. All traffic lights in the district go red. Shut all runways at BWI, IAD and Reagan. All security cameras in the city go through this monitor, right here. Scan all open sources. Phones, computers, PDAs, whatever. If someone tweets about this guy, I want to know about it."
Sharon Carter, formally known as Kate, Steve's neighbor stands up, "With all due respect, If SHIELD is conducting a manhunt for Captain America, we deserve to know why."
"Because he lied to us."
Alexander Pierce enters the room, "Captain Rogers has information regarding the death of Director Fury, he refused to share it. As difficult as this is to accept, Captain America is a fugitive from SHIELD."
Disguised as a civilian dressed in a hoody, Steve goes back to the hospital to retrieve the flash drive from the vending machine but sees it's gone. In the glass of the machine he stares at the reflection of two figures. Groaning he turns around to see Natasha and Sammie behind him chewing gum.
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