The echo of the gun shot still rings in your ears as your eyes fly open. You suck in a large amount of air, bolting upright, and pull at your shirt, reaching inside to pry off the two bullets embedded in the bulletproof vest.

"That hurt," You mutter, any fear of the Winer Solider draining away as you stand, ignoring Captain Rogers' outstretched hands. "You just earned your spot on my hit list, Pal."

His eyes narrow. "You're threatening me?"

"Was that too complex for you to understand? Because the last time we met, you were nothing more than a brainless, killing-"

He fires another bullet, but you're ready this time and duck out of the way, grabbing a smoke bomb and crushing it under your foot.

"Don't let her-" You swing forward blindly, clipping Captain Rogers' jaw and find the usb still in his hand. But he doesn't let it go and your patiences snaps as you jump onto him, wrapping your legs around his neck, slamming onto the floor and hold his arm firmly against your chest.

"Drop it!" You growl, wrenching at his fingers but he holds onto it firmly. "I said drop it!"

As the smoke begins the thin, you decide that killing Captain Rogers is not an option, so you turn to knocking him unconscious as you cut off his breathing with your calf.

He struggles and tries to pry off your hands, but your grip is unwavering and he slowly stops moving. You quickly grab the usb, scrabbling to your feet and sprinting out of the room just as the smoke evaporates.

Well, there goes earning their trust and trying to join their team. Looks like you'll be taking down HYDRA on your own. That is, if you can get out of here.

The diagram of the building directs you to a trash chute, but when you get there, red lights flash and an alarm starts up. A metal door seals off the chute before you can jump through, and you're left with only one option.

Surrender.

When you turn, Clint Barton stands there with a bow at the ready, a sharp arrow pointed directly at your chest.

"That won't kill me, you know,"

"Then it'd slow you down."

"I like the way you think, Barton," You say, walking forward until the tip is poking against your collarbone. "I give myself up. I surrender," you hold your hands up and a slow grin splits across your face. "You've got me."