[ITS FRIDAY.]

Your eyes snap open. You remember the team. You remember what happened. You remember being dropped off the building. You remember how hard you hit the ground.

You sit up automatically, scanning the small, shabby room with nothing but a toilet and sink.

"Hello?"

Dots appear on the side of your vision, and you're not sure if you're just seeing things. Then letters blink and form words.

You're safe. Stay put. Wait for further instructions
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You're perfectly calm, perfectly still as the taxi stops your destination. You step out, slam the door, and stare up at the building which you'll be blowing to bits in just a short matter of time.

Proceed.

Adjusting the straps on the satchel, you stroll inside and head straight for the bathroom.

You have fifty seconds to escape the blast. Best of luck.

You lock the door and get to work, plugging in the wires and setting the dials, turning the countdown to fifty seconds and the green light flickers on.

Slowly, you activate the timer and set it behind the pipes of the toilet.

When you step out of the restroom, no one looks up as you weave around the tables and head outside.

A familiar face stands out amongst the crowd gathered around a shop.. He's talking to a woman with striking red hair lowly until his eyes slowly filter up, just in time to catch you turning your back.

"(Y/n)!" He shouts, and you freeze. He shoves through the people and stops right in back of you.

15 seconds. Get out of there.

"(Y/n).." He says it softer this time, and you're careful to keep your gaze on the ground. "We thought you were dead. I thought you were dead."

"I'm sorry," You say. "But you have the wrong person."

You've said that line so many times, to so many people, to your friends, they're automatic.

"No, wait!" He takes ahold of your bicep, turning you to face him. Quickly, you shut your eyes. "(Y/n). Look at me."

10 seconds.

"I can't," You whisper, finding his sharp cheekbones and smooth skin. "It's impossible."

3 seconds. Leave. The scene. NOW.

Pushing him away, you turn and sprint as fast as you can.

"(Y/n), wait-!"

A deafening explosion goes off behind you, and the ground shakes violently. You're thrown forward from the blast, landing hand on you shoulder.

Steve's nowhere to be seen when you look back, but the stupid blue hat is, lying on the group in flames.