Clint looked at Steve and furrowed his brows. "Who ? Steve, about whom are you talking ?" When they got in Mystique was already transformed, Steve was the only one who saw her, but she was still watching.
"Mystique. The shapeshifting mutant - she's with lehnsherr, but I doubt that he's here. She's probably long gone... " He sighed and leaned to the windowsill. "She was after something she called GH325."
(( Nah, not fat. Just chubby. ♡ Chubbymerica. XD ))
"-hum...tempting...I'll think I'll try to do it on the weekend."she gave him a cybwk smile."-also I don't take orders from you so I'll call you Steve,"
Steve sighed but he was still tense. "Call me what you will, but keep your hands off Bucky. I'll search for him, I'll find him and I'll keep him safe."
(Yes uu its because we have an ongoing joke where Natasha is constantly teasing Steve about getting chubby)
Some of the agents on the floor had heard the huge cabinet hitting the ground and since they couldn't open the door which was locked they called for help. As Steve hit the window Clint Barton and two other agents kicked the door. Barton ran in and grabbed Steves leg, but the soldier was heavy. -
(IMNOTFATGODDAMNIT)Steve pulls himself up the last bit and finally felt ground beneath his feet. "Where is she?" He looked around, then at Clint. "Where did she go? We cant let her run off with whatever she was searching for."
- "Gotcha!" He said while the archer held onto a table that was fixed to the ground. The agents couldn't find Mystique, but she was still there, looking like another silver metal cabinet. "Don't move !" Clint said and slowly pulled him inside again.
"I she still here?" Steve pulled himself up the last bit and finally felt ground benath his feet. He looked at Clint. "Where is she? Where did she go?"
Oh I'm older than you'd think. Even older than you.
"Yes, I'm aware. I'm fully aware of what I'm getting myself into, that's why I ask you to teach me" Jarvis spoke loudly, almost shouted. "What I don't understand is why you can't just let me help. I may not be a super soldier or an assassin, but I know what I can do. So stop treating me like this"
"There are other ways for you to help, Jarvis. You dont need to run around, risking your safety." Steve sighed. "Why do you have to be like this? How do you think I'll concentrate if I constantly have to worry about you?"
"Right. You didn't even think about jumping after me," she replied and attacked him again. This time she punched him hard in the solar plexus, followed by another hard kick in the stomach to push him towards the window. If she could make him fall she had time to find the liquid.
"No, thats not what happened. If I ha-" The surprise punch pressed the air out of his lungs and while he was gasping for air he already felt glass splittering behind and around him. Well, that would hurt.
"Why do you have to treat me like I'm fragile or something? I am not!"
"Yes, Jarvis. You don't know what you're dealing with. I could snap your neck in the blink of an eye.... you don't seem to know what you're getting yourself into." Steve simply sat up with a sigh, completely ignoring his weight."
-"Since 1943 I am following you, ASK would be no exception. Agent Carter at your services, Captain."-
The dame greets him militarily with the right hand on her forehead and with a soft smile.
"It's Captain Rogers for you. It was Hydra who killed these men, he is a victim just like they were; so how about you take on Hydra instead?" It was obvious that Steve was loosing his contenance.