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“Alright you should be good to go Ms. Rogers.” The nurse at SHIELD HQ let Stephanie go after bandages and stitches on the scraps and cuts she had. Giving the nurse a faint nod of appreciation, one that felt uncharacteristic of the super soldier to anyone who were familiar with her. Stephanie exited the medical bay, quietly but with a clearly determined aire to her, making her way to the training grounds. There still not saying a word, swapping out her Captain America gear for gym clothes, and a pair of MMA style padded fingerless gloves. Stephanie started working out. First going a 30 minute run on a treadmill, finally sparring against a heavy bag.

Her unnatural stoic nature was hiding that Stephanie was mad, furious even. She’s never been one to let someone or something down when it came to her work. It was a point of pride, but also severely needed. She was a woman who was hellbent and with a probable death wish to succeed against a military’s sexism. It was what made everything she did mean something in the end. So why the hell did she let the bastard go!? As she struck the heavy bag with punches, elbows, and kicks. The scene replayed in her head a million times over, standing on the SUV, in front of the man who had killed numerous mutants and nearly a news reporter. Her fist clinched, and ready to start putting him away for justice. It was that pause, that hesitation. Something made it impossible to fight this man.

The more Stephanie dwelled on it, on top of making her strikes against the heavy bag harder and harder, the more she felt confused. There was something to the guy that had a strangely familiar feeling to it, not in the way seeing Red Skull would be familiar though. The feeling that struck her almost felt akin to hitting a loved family member. How the hell she got that from a cold blooded murderer was almost more worrying.

“Uh... Ms. Rogers?”

The strikes against the heavy bag were hitting harder and harder, the beads of sweat sickeningly rubbing against her wounds, and the slight ping of pain each sweat drop created made the punches even harder.

“Ms. Rogers?”

Finally Stephanie in one moment felt the small in comparison SHIELD agent’s presence, and in an almost blinded fury threw one more strike that cleanly smashed through the bag. Sand trickling down the gaping holes in the heavy bag as Stephanie glared over at the agent. Panting and looking more psycho than soldier.

“WHAT?!” Stephanie bellowed out of a deep, frightening place in her stomach.

"Uh..." The SHIELD agent looked as though he was barely holding the urine in himself. "You...you're needed in the main bay, Agent Hill she needs to speak with you urgently." Before Stephanie could respond the agent had already turned and left. Leaving Stephanie alone, her fist clinched through the heavy bag as sand trickled out. Exhaling a frustrated breath, Stephanie finally pulled her fist out of the bag's now gaping hole. Wiping the last bits of sand off her glove as she went to shower and get dressed. This whole situation was going to test her something fierce. She could just feel it.

Stephanie Rogers’ outburst must have made the rounds quickly, because as she was heading towards where Hill was, the lower ranked agents were trying to avoid her. It wasn’t just a careful step out of the way either, agents were actively ducking away. Stephanie just quietly kept the feeling of embarrassment and worry to herself. Keeping her gym towel wrapped around the back of her neck Stephanie changed into more modest gym wear. She didn’t really feel like she had time to change into more proper SHIELD attire. Still after the day she’s already had, Ms. Hill will hopefully give her some leeway.

When Ms. Rogers arrived at one of the Helicarrier’s many war rooms.  She immediately saw the grim look on Commander Maria Hill’s face.  It clearly wasn’t about Stephanie’s lack of professional wear, more that something serious had just happened.  Stephanie didn’t like it one bit.

“Sorry I’m late, you called for me when I was busy working out.  After I had just gotten out of the medical bay...”  Stephanie noted as she came into the room.  There was something weird she was realizing in the fact she went from the medical bay right to working out.  She didn’t recall any of the medical personnel telling her to not exert herself, but then again they probably shouldn’t have had too.

“Its fine Ms. Rogers.”  Hill assured Stephanie in a professional tone, but with her mood clearly not changing towards anything friendly.  “Let me get right to it, that reporter you saved earlier today?  They got her.”

Stephanie paused, confused.  “‘They’ got her?”  She had a funny feeling she knew who ‘they’ were, but she wanted clarification.

Hill nodded, “Hydra, yes.  We’re not sure on the details exactly but we have this...”  Hill handed Stephanie a manilla folder containing everything that was left at Rogers’ apartment.  Along with some photos from where Ms. Haines was shortly before she disappeared.  “Considering they left that, and a lock of Ms. Haines’ hair.  Hydra aren’t being very subtle about why they’re doing this.”  

“They want me.”  Stephanie answered for Hill.

“Exactly...”  Hill noted.

Stephanie paused, she knew the moment she saw Red Skull that he wasn’t going to just go away or make things easy.  This though... it was too easy.  Sure a life was at stake, but something about it all had set up all over it.  Clearly Ms. Hill felt likewise, as she pulled up on the holographic display a listing of SHIELD agents, as well as a deep redheaded woman Stephanie knew.

“We’ve got a group of agents and Black Widow ready to go at your command Ms. Rogers.  I’ve made sure your comms has all the info on the location we can prepare.”

~~~~~

The SHIELD agents were all placed some blocks away from the building Ms. Haines was hopefully still alive in.  Stephanie was given a simple layout of the building as she brought in the group around her.  Steph herself in another Captain America suit.

“Alright we have one hostage and we don’t know how many are in the building.  Although we can assume at least one individual directly linked to the terrorist attack in the city earlier today.  Romanov will lead team Bravo, Patrick you’re leading team Alpha.  Both of your jobs is finding Ms. Haines and securing an escape for her.  If you run into Hydra hostile, do your best to bring them in alive for questioning.  If you can make sure you search them thoroughly for any weapons or cyanide.  Avoid casualties if you can at all costs.  I do not want anyone going against orders because if any one of you screw this up we’ll all have Ms. Haines’ blood on our hands understood?”

As Cap glanced around and got a solid nod out of all the SHIELD agents, the agents all split up to supply and start getting individual instructions.  Cap pausing, looked over at Black Widow before stopping the Russian with a hand on her shoulder.

Natasha Romanov, trained in assassination by a private party in the heat of the cold war.  Stephanie Rogers needed a lot of time to feel like she could trust the Russian.  As a lot of that bad blood in her from World War II needed plenty of time to cool off.  Still, even given Natasha’s very cold exterior, and even colder interior.  Stephanie was just happy to have someone like her watching her own back.  Better than having her on the opposing team that’s for sure.

“Widow...”  Cap stated before pausing, the questions had been nagging on her since earlier and she needed to ask someone, anyone, who would listen.  Even if Natasha hardly seemed like the sympathetic type.  “This figure that’s going to be in there.  The one who caused the explosion earlier today.  I almost caught him...”  Stephanie paused, she didn’t want to say she could’ve caught him.  Only to fail by freezing up like a doofus.  That still irked her, but Ms. Romanov’s look made her refocus on the point.

“Either way if you run into him, long hair, metal arm with red star on it.  Make sure his brought in alive most of all okay?”  

Immediately Natasha’s eyebrows raised in surprise as two words slipped out of her lips.

“Winter soldier...”

Stephanie paused confused.  She wasn’t used to that kind of emotion, even subdued, out of Natasha.  “Excuse me?”

Natasha paused, almost needing to adjust herself before taking a breath.  “If it is who I think it is.  His... very bad news.”  Natasha told Stephanie, that Russian accent of her putting a sort of deeper emphasis on her words.  “When I was growing up I didn’t see him very much at all but knew about him.  He is the kind of assassin you need when you want someone with no soul, no feelings.  Someone who can create a massacre and not even react to it.”  Natasha almost sounded shaken up about the guy.  Stephanie was worried, if this guy could make Black Widow of all people worried!

“Just... be very careful in there Rogers.  He’s the last person you want as an enemy...”

Captain America watched on as the rest of the SHIELD operatives made their entrances from the next building over.  Using binoculars to make sure they didn’t go into immediate fire.  It was all clear so far as Cap put the binoculars away.  Setting up a zip line that she used to make her own way into the building.  Her shield clinched in her hands as she came into a broken open window.  
As she was inside she kept the shield up and ready.  Calmly watching all openings and areas as she started to get the feeling Hydra was now just screwing with her.  She barely came across anything that suggested Hydra was even there.  It meant one of a few possibilities.  Either SHIELD gave her the wrong address which was very unlikely, Hydra just wanted to screw with her, or they were playing a long game set up for them.

As Cap got to a metal railing she could see down to where Ms. Haines was tied up.  SHIELD operatives including Black Widow coming to her aid.  “Cap this is Widow, we have Ms. Haines.  She’s still alive but needs medical attention, over.”  Came over Cap’s ear piece.

“Copy that, I’m on the railing above you, over.”  Cap responded.  Clinching a guard rail tight in her grips.  This was too easy for her.  There was a trick somewhere, a bomb, an ambush, it was making her tense to try and think of what it could be.