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Back in time (Steve x Reader) Chapter 2

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Back in time - Chapter 2


‘No!’ you screamed, your throat sore from crying. ‘No…’

You slammed your hands against the cell again, but you didn’t know why anymore. It was no use. They were gone. The machine hadn’t worked and you were trapped. They were all dead and you were soon going to be.

You hit the glass of the door one last time, in an attempt to forget about the pain that was glowing inside of your chest. You hadn’t known the Avengers a long time, but they had felt like long lost friends. It had felt like home.

Just as your hand hit the glass, the cell disappeared and you plunged forward, falling onto a cold, hard floor. For a few seconds you just stared at your hands on that floor, feeling the coldness spread through your fingers. When you looked up, you realized you were in some kind of file room. Cabinets were standing in rows behind each other and on a table a map of the world was laid out.

You slowly pushed yourself from the floor, wiping the tears from your face as you did so. Had Tony’s machine worked? Were you really in the past? You opened one of the cabinets, revealing old looking files with the HYDRA stamp on it. You almost broke down in tears again as you realized the machine had worked. You were really in 1944.

Not wanting to waste any time – you didn’t want to stay here much longer. Who knew what happened if you stayed too long – you quickly pulled all the files out of the cabinet, going over them fast to see if they were the right files. You didn’t exactly know what you were looking for, but you figured you would know when you found it.

The first cabinet didn’t contain the file you were looking for and you immediately moved on to the next. There were at least a dozen more cabinets, not even counting the stacks of files that were just standing around. You had to go through every single one of them. Why were things never easy?

When you had gone through more than half of the cabinets and stacks, you started to get worried. What if the file wasn’t here – wherever here might be – what where you to do? You couldn’t go back, but you couldn’t go out if this room either. You didn’t understand how the whole time traveling thing worked, but you could imagine what would happen if you did something that changed the whole course of history. That would maybe even be worse than not finding that file.

Somewhere in the distance you thought you heard gunfire, but you still hadn’t gotten your complete hearing back, so you ignored it. It probably was just an echo from the things you had heard earlier. Besides that, you were so focused on going through every file, that you didn’t pay much attention to what might be happening around you. In your training as an agent you had learned otherwise – paying attention to every detail was of the up most importance – but somewhere between your friends getting killed and you getting transported into the past, you had forgot about all you had learned over the past few years.

You were almost at the end of the room, when you reached a cabinet that was locked. You frowned, looking at the old lock. Why would they need to lock a cabinet that was already stored away in another room?

You took out one of the pins in your hair and started to pick the lock. You were used to more advanced locks, so the old, rusty one broke open easily, giving you access to the file you had been looking for. You took it out of the drawer, seeing doctor Erskine’s name standing on the front page. You quickly peeked inside, seeing the blueprint of a large, modern looking weapon. The description was very detailed and you heart started to race. You had found it. You had actually found it.

Right before you wanted to tuck it away in your jacket and you wanted to press the button on the key hanging around your neck, the door leading to the file room was broken open. Two men with large guns stepped inside and pointed they weapons at our head.

‘Hands in the air!’ the one with the short brown hair and blue suit screamed at you, his eyes spitting fire. ‘Drop the folder, or I’ll shoot you.’

You looked at the man, swallowing hard. You couldn’t let go of the file. Not before you had destroyed it. Otherwise everything would have been for nothing and HYDRA would still win. You couldn’t let that happen.

‘Captain, we’ve got another one,’ the second man, with a barret and mustache, cried out to someone that was standing outside the room. ‘It’s a woman…’

Captain? you thought, pressing the file even tighter against your body.

‘We found her hiding in the storage room. She seems harmless, but one can never tell with those HYDRA agents,’ the man spoke again.

‘What about the Red Skull, any sign of him?’ his voice was calm, but firm. As if he had done this a thousand times and knew exactly what to do. Your heart started to race in your chest. You would have recognized his voice anywhere.

‘Steve…’ you whispered, looking into his deep blue eyes as he appeared in the door opening. You had to suppress the urge to run over to him and throw yourself into his arms. This wasn’t the Steve you knew. This was the old Steve. Your Steve was dead.

‘No, captain,’ the first man spoke, more composed than before. ‘She’s the last one. The rest is dead.’

‘Red Skull…’ you mumbled, remembering the mission reports you had read about the encounters with HYDRA. ‘Wait, you think I’m HYDRA?’ you spoke up, watching Steve walk into the room and observe you from head to toe.

‘You sound American,’ the man with the mustache frowned, lowering his weapon.

‘Of course I do. I am American. Why would I not be?”

‘We’re in a HYDRA base in Germany,’ Steve spoke calmly. ‘We just assumed you were German. Now that you’re not, that leaves the question: Who are you? Who do you work for?’

‘Of course,’ you mumbled to yourself, smiling and shaking your head, thinking that Tony and Bruce were truly geniuses. They didn’t only manage to transport you through time. They also managed to transport you across the world.

‘I asked you a question…’ Steve spoke again, looking at you angrily.

‘My name is [Name] [Last Name]. I’m a S.H….’ you paused. You couldn’t tell them you were a S.H.I.E.LD. agent. Partly because you weren’t anymore – S.H.I.E.L.D. was gone. It didn’t exist anymore –  and a huge part because it didn’t exist yet… ‘I’m an agent,’ you quickly corrected yourself.

‘With which organization?’

‘I can’t tell you.’

‘Why not?’

‘It’s classified…’

Steve snorted. ‘The way I see it, you don’t really have much options here, miss [Last Name]. Either you tell us who you are, or we shoot you.’

Your heart started to race again. They couldn’t shoot you. Dead in this time, meant dead in your own time, and you still hadn’t destroyed the file yet. ‘Is that the way you treat a lady, captain? I’m disappointed…’  you said cheekily, hoping Tony’s advice to use your charms – even though you thought you didn’t have any – would help you get out of this mess.

Steve seemed flustered for a second, looking at you with a confused look in his eyes. He however, quickly composed himself and looked at you angrily. ‘I don’t have time for games, miss [Last Name]. You’ll have to come with us. Take the file, Bucky. It seems to be important to her,’ Steve said looking from you, to the man with the short brown hair. ‘James, tell the others to place the explosives. We’re leaving.’

‘No!’ you cried out, as Bucky took a step closer to you, reaching for the file in your hand. ‘I’ll come, but you have to let me destroy the file. It’s very important. You have to trust me.’

Steve looked deep into your eyes, while Bucky waited for him to give the orders. ‘You haven’t exactly given me any reason to. Take it.’

You let Bucky take the file from your hands, keeping a good eye on where he put it. You couldn’t lose it out of sight. You cursed yourself for getting caught. That was the only thing you weren’t supposed to do. You just had to go back in time, find the file, destroy it and come back. Don’t get caught. Why did Tony send you to the exact time when Steve was also here, taking down the base.

Bucky took you by the arm and led you outside the room. You looked at him from the corner of your eyes, realizing this was the same Bucky that your Steve had once called his friend, but had become the winter soldier. It was hard to picture them as the same man.

‘Don’t lose her out of your sight,’ Steve told Bucky, as they made their way back to the entrance of the large warehouse you were apparently in. ‘I’ve got a feeling not all the HYDRA agents are dead.’

‘What do I do when she escapes?’

Steve turned his head around to you, swallowing hard. ‘Shoot her.’

Bucky nodded, pushing you out in front of him, pointing the barrow of his gun at the back of your head. ‘You heard him. Move it!’

You started walking, staring at the two guns on Steve’s back. You could try to reach for them, but before you could even click the safety pins off, Bucky would have already put a bullet in the back of your head. No, that wasn’t an option. You needed to play along and hope Steve could be reasoned with. You had to destroy that file. No matter the cost.

Bucky was still moving forward, when your eye caught the glimmer of a barrow of a gun. From the corner of you eye you could see at least two HYDRA agents following you on the platform above you. One of them pointed his weapon in Steve’s direction and lay his finger on the trigger. Your heart beat uncontrollably in your chest. You couldn’t let Steve die. It didn't matter how much of a pain in the ass he was to you. America needed him.

You ran closer to Steve, pulled the two guns from his back, and before Bucky had any time to react, you shot the two HYDRA agents down, causing one of them to fall over the railing of the platform, screaming all the way to the floor. With a thud his body lay motionless on the floor. Before you could fire a second time, to also kill the other agent, a bullet nested in your shoulder. The agent had been faster than you and had shot you down.

You grabbed your arm, feeling the glowing pain spread through your shoulder. ‘Son of a…’ you mumbled as Steve and Bucky both fired at the agent, killing him instantly.

‘Damn it, Bucky,’ Steve cried out. ‘I thought I told you to keep an eye on her.’

‘I did!’ Bucky screamed back. ‘But she was too fast. Besides, I think she just saved your life…’

Steve turned to you, looking you up and down, seeing the blood that was dripping down your arm. ‘You promise not to shoot us if I let you keep those guns?’

You nodded, not so sure if you would be any good now that there was a hole in your shoulder, but you appreciated the trust.

‘Let’s get moving then.’



TO BE CONTINUED...
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I will read all of you fics but until then i will say you this.....one day you will be an awesome writer better than J.K Rowling! And when that happen i will buy all of your books and then i will go to your selling book(in any place it is) and if your there i will tell you:
....do you remeber the time you where writing fics of steve x reader....i was the crazie from mexico that always coment you and reading you in englis and understand almost everything....
then we gona hug and cry.....xD