[ Did he just block the exit? What if she needs the exit? Is it a trap? A trick? They'd done it before, making her think she could escape and then taking her chance away at the last second. It had been a game to them.
She studies him quickly, not recognizing him as she assesses him for threats. Studying him for weak points. Would he lead with his left or his right?
Words. Her name. He was saying her name. Not the names they had used, but her real one. They'd never used her real name.
She stares at him again, but this time she sees him. It still takes her a couple seconds to make sense of what she's seeing, to see him for him, but it's Steve. She knows Steve. She'd worked with Steve. She'd wanted Steve to save her. She hated being saved, she hated needing to be rescued, but then she'd needed it and Steve hadn't come. No one had come until it was almost too late. Shouldn't they have come for her? That was what agents did. But no one had come for her. Because she wasn't worth it. She'd fucked up, and they'd hung her out to dry. She'd nearly gone with it, too, nearly hung herself just like they had, and she hates it. She hates that she felt so weak. She hates that she'll always know she was that weak.
What good is a weak SHIELD agent?
Her shoulders slump, but the anger at SHIELD - at him - is still there. They'd never treated her as worthless before. None of them. Steve had even kissed her. She'd- she'd liked him. She'd thought she could depend on him. When everyone else fails, it's Captain America that comes through, right? The boyscout in blue.
Before she even realizes it, she's throwing a punch at his arm. She doesn't even check to see if it hits before she throws another. And another. And another. ]
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She studies him quickly, not recognizing him as she assesses him for threats. Studying him for weak points. Would he lead with his left or his right?
Words. Her name. He was saying her name. Not the names they had used, but her real one. They'd never used her real name.
She stares at him again, but this time she sees him. It still takes her a couple seconds to make sense of what she's seeing, to see him for him, but it's Steve. She knows Steve. She'd worked with Steve. She'd wanted Steve to save her. She hated being saved, she hated needing to be rescued, but then she'd needed it and Steve hadn't come. No one had come until it was almost too late. Shouldn't they have come for her? That was what agents did. But no one had come for her. Because she wasn't worth it. She'd fucked up, and they'd hung her out to dry. She'd nearly gone with it, too, nearly hung herself just like they had, and she hates it. She hates that she felt so weak. She hates that she'll always know she was that weak.
What good is a weak SHIELD agent?
Her shoulders slump, but the anger at SHIELD - at him - is still there. They'd never treated her as worthless before. None of them. Steve had even kissed her. She'd- she'd liked him. She'd thought she could depend on him. When everyone else fails, it's Captain America that comes through, right? The boyscout in blue.
Before she even realizes it, she's throwing a punch at his arm. She doesn't even check to see if it hits before she throws another. And another. And another. ]
WHY DIDN'T YOU COME FOR ME?