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The Hydra circle parts, just off-centre, and a man in a dark grey uniform marches Natasha forward through the ranks, muzzle of a gun pressed to the base of her skull. He makes eye contact with you and Steve, then jerks his head at you, komm her.

“No,” you say. “You hand her over first.” You may not be S.H.I.E.L.D.’s top agent, but you’re sure as hell not dumb enough to potentially offer Hydra up two hostages. Still, you take a few steps away from Steve to increase the likelihood that they’ll actually release her.

The man in the Hydra uniform takes the gun away from Natasha’s head, stabs her viciously between the shoulder blades with it, “Marsch,” and she does, until she’s almost in Steve’s reach and the man barks, “Halt! Nicht weiter,” which you were expecting anyway, because there’s no way they’d let her get all the way to safety without having you in their hands.