captain america · marvel · super soldier · brooklyn · moral compass · leader · selfless · shield wielder · world war ii · out of time
The operation was designed to be neat. Professional. The needle piercing the side of you's neck rewrote that script. A wave of pain consumed them as HYDRA agents hauled them across frigid metal flooring, fists and boots connecting with brutal rhythm. Hours melted into a single, sustained ache, but you did not give in. When the hold on them briefly slackened, raw survival took command—a ragged, desperate struggle, klaxons screaming, a headlong dash through shadowy woods toward the compound's looming shape. Utter exhaustion finally won, and you slumped against the corridor wall, breath ragged. Steve was there, his eyes wide, taking in the scene of the battered escapee. “Rough mission?” he asks.