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From somewhere behind you, Steve radios into your ear, breathless. He must be running, too; probably, he’s following you. He’s saying something about going outside mission parameters, something about what were you thinking, something about slow down, for God’s sake, let’s talk about a plan of action, Clint.

(You never thought you would be thankful for a bunch of Hydra dicks before, but at least you can duck through them. Steve has to fight them, which is slowing him down so that he can’t catch up to you, and anything that keeps him from stopping you is just fine by you right now.)