The team didn’t exactly know what they were getting into. Not only did they decide to open fire on Captain America, which every bad guy who’s ever faced him will tell you that’s a horrible thing to do, but they took Sharon Carter, a top Agent at S.H.I.E.L.D. As the blonde came to she found a light over her head, swinging and a few men pacing in front of her. Knowing better than to draw attention to her instantly she moved her wrists to find that she was tied behind her back, her arms pinned between her back and the back of chair, her ankles were tied together as well. Blinking she realized her hair was down and that they had removed to glasses from her face; maybe in an attempt to get her to not ‘see’ them very well. It’s too bad they only made her eyesight sharper.

Blinking again she looked up through her messy blonde hair to see the three men standing in the room talking to each other. As her mental state came to she realized they were talking about the canister she had retrieved but when they realized she had come to, they stopped talking and turned their attention to the blue eyed girl. 

“What should we do with her?”

“Kill her.”

“Hold her for ransom.”

“What if she didn’t know?”

“She had to have, why else would she have been taking it from the original target?” Sharon, knowing full well anything she said could be held against her and would, kept her mouth shut. 

“She looks better without the glasses.” The muscular brunette said as he closed the gap between them and ran a finger along her cheek, only to have her head jerk away in an expression of dislike. “Oh what’s the matter? Scared of being touched by a real man?”

Weighing her options she gave a snuff of distaste as a response. “Oh she doesn’t like that.”

“Oh she’ll learn to love it.” The man said in a dark fashion as he pulled back from Sharon. 

Commotion started outside and a man ran inside saying something about someone being outside most likely looking for the girl. “You, stay in here; protect your new woman.” One of the men said sarcastically to the brunette before the two ran out. 

“I have to use the bathroom.” Sharon said as soon as the door shut.

“What?”

“I have to use the bathroom, where is it?”

“I’m not falling for that.”

“Please, I’ll wet myself if I don’t go.”

“Fine then.” The man said in annoyance before he walked over to the corner of the store room and grabbed a bucket; sliding it to her he gave her a smirk. “There.”

“I can’t get my pants off.” She said in a flirtatious tone and as expected the man jumped on the bandwagon to help her. She awkwardly balanced herself on her tied ankles as he started to undo her jeans and pull them down. “My ankles.” She said innocently, “We can’t take off my pants without me being able to [i]spread my legs[/i].” God men were easy, expect for Steve; he seemed like he’d had more respect than this. As expected the man undid her ankles and as soon as he did, she gave him a quick kick to the head; knocking him out. “Seriously, can you get any easier?” With that she jumped over her arms, bring them in front of her before dashing to one of the storage shelves. 

Soon she was free; she had cut of the jean legs turning them into shorts for easier maneuvering and shoved them into the bag with the canister along with her moved green sweater jacket leaving her in a pair of cut shorts and a gray tank top. Her hair tie and glasses were nowhere to be seen but she couldn’t waste time on that now. Zipping up the backpack and throwing it over her shoulder, she tied up the guy and blocked the door with as many objects as she could and soon, she was climbing through the heating ducts; everything locked tightly behind her.

The building they had brought her to was old and run down. [i]Stupid run-down building. God I can’t wait to get home and shower.[/i] She thought as she crawled her small body through the passages attempting to find her way out. Her body slid further and further, the gun she had taken from the guy tucked into her hip as she crawled along… that was until one of the ducts gave way and began to snap under her. As her body slid backwards she grabbed onto the end of it doing a backflip and landing with a faint thud in the hallway. In her flip she pulled out her gun and pointed it the way she was facing… no one. Behind her, no one. A small sigh of relief left her before she heard a small crack sound from the direction she had been looking previously. Her back slid against the wall closest to the corner that the cracking sound came from. Gun loaded and read she held herself against the wall, gun near her chest ready to point, aim and shoot much like she had done with many target practices with Black Widow. [i]Come on you bastards, trying to kidnap me while I had a chance to see Captain America in person. Take that away from me I’ll beat your faces in![/i] Oh yeah, she was ready for anyone to come around that corner… or was she?