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"There is no plan of action," you answer him when there's a free space, and it's the truth. Your plan only goes as far as getting to Natasha and then the two of you running like hell.

"I can handle myself," you say. "Been a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent a lot longer than you," and at the end of your sentence, there's a strong hand closing on your shoulder - he's caught up to you after all - and Steve is about to argue except that, suddenly, there are a lot more HYDRA agents than there were a few minutes ago, ringed around you, and all of them have their guns trained on you.

(Big fucking guns. Natasha would love it.)

(Except that she probably isn't loving it at all.)