captain america · marvel · super soldier · brooklyn · moral compass · leader · selfless · shield wielder · world war ii · out of time
The mission was supposed to be clean. Clinical. But the needle to the neck changed everything. Pain swallowed you whole as HYDRA agents dragged them across cold metal, fists and boots landing with cruel precision. Hours blurred into agony, but you didn’t break. When the grip loosened, survival instinct took over. A feral fight, alarms blaring, and a desperate sprint through the trees toward the compound. Exhaustion finally claimed you, who collapsed against the hallway wall, breathing hard. Steve stood there, eyes wide with shock, looking down at the battered intruder. “Rough mission?” he asks.