You quietly breathed, hoping your breath wouldn't be your fatal flaw. An organization that liked to go by the name HYRDA had for some reason decided to take you. You had heard of them before on the news, but never actually seen an officer. They were after the Avengers and government officials, you were neither.

The closet you were hiding in was dark, light barely managing to seep through the cracks. You hoped and prayed they wouldn't check the closet for you. It was a fairly tight fit so maybe they wouldn't think a human could squeeze in.

The sound of cabinets and drawers being opened made you wince. You didn't have anything they would want, but you still didn't like the thought of strangers raiding your personal belongings. Dust surrounded you, threatening to make you sneeze. It took a lot of restraint to keep yourself from sneezing, but somehow you managed.

"The closet, look in there for documents." You heard a man say, your heart stopping. They were going to search the closet for documents, the thought of that hadn't even crossed your mind.

Silently, you cried and awaited the man to throw open the doors and kill you right then and there. But, it never happened. The door never opened, at least, not the closet door. "What are you doing here?" You heard a voice say, a new voice. It sounded familiar but you couldn't pick out from where.

"Well well well, if it isn't mister patriot." The one man sneered, a gunshot ringing through your apartment. You winced, hearing the bullet clang on metal.

"Oh, you know it's Captain America, sir." One of the men from HYDRA told the other. Your heart officially stopped. Captain America was here. Captain America. You couldn't believe it.

As more gunshots and the sound of fighting rang out, you covered your ears and winced. You were a pacifist, fighting was not something you wanted to do at all. Eventually, the sounds stopped. The fighting seemed to be over.

Carefully, you opened the closet door and stepped out. Two men in black lay at your feet, another man standing above them. A red, white, and blue shield was strapped to his strong back. His blonde hair was now messy from the fight, dirt splattered his face. Both HYDRA men were covered in dirt.

"Um.. um.. um.." You mutter, completely and utterly star struck. Captain America looked at you, a soft smile forming on his face. Dirt was in his already tussled hair, making him a very attractive man.

"Call me Steve, please." He said, extending his hand out to you. Nervously, you took his strong hand and shook it. You swallowed, trembling as you stood beside the tall, strong, handsome man.

"I'm Y/N." You tell him, your lip quivering. It was just beginning to sink in what had happened, the emotions becoming so intense. Suddenly, you were awkwardly pulled into a hug.