I was right, I was absolutely right! We were in no way in the clear. I turn to Steve as I feel the elevator screech to a halt, "And now we leave" he said as he literally pulls open the doors with pure muscle strength. However, he was wrong to think that we were leaving that way, seeing as more men who want to shoot us are storming down the hall. "You were saying?" I retort adding extra annoyance to my voice, "Who knew Brits could be so annoying" he growls as he starts looking around for an escape. All I hear is the men behind the elevator door shouting at us to give up, no way is that happening. Then Steve grabs my arm and pulls me way too close and he jumps out the window of the elevator. I let a scream escape, is he mad! Well obviously he is, we just jumped out of an elevator window! We get closer to the ground, so let me soften the landing. I reach my hand out and create a sphere around us and like a pillow, well not like a pillow because it still hurts like the dickens! We land on the ground floor of the Triskelion.

I wobble and try to get my footing when Steve grabs my arm and starts running. This guy doesn't know how to take it slow. I try to keep up with him, but eventually I'm nearly falling on my face every few steps so I decide to do what I did when I was following the car chase. I create two golden boards for both of us. I'll have to control it for him since he'll be falling on his face. I swing in front of him and create the board at his feet, "Get on!" I shout as I see guards coming from the other end of the hall. Steve just looks at me and stares untrusting. "For goodness sake, get on!" I shout, reluctantly he gets on as he hears more guards.

Every time I get a need for information, something like this happens. I get arrested and I nearly get myself killed. Why do I let this keep happening? Oh ya, because I have no self control. I push that thought from my mind as Steve jumps off the board and starts sprinting down a hallway. What the heck is he doing? I race after him, on my board of course, knowing that I can't keep up with him otherwise.

He ducks around a corner and I follow him. I get off my board when I see him putting on a helmet and throwing one at me as well. "Put it on, you may be annoying but you're my sidekick for now" he says swinging his leg over a motorcycle. I stare at him, "You want me to get on that?" shouting over the roaring engine. He looks back and pats the seat behind him. This is the only way I can possibly get out of here alive, or at all. One part of me wants me to not risk my life with him, but the other tells me that I have to and that all of this will turn into a positive. So I reluctantly hop on the back of the motorcycle and as soon as my arms awkwardly wrap around him he's zooming out of the Triskelion and over the nearly closed barricades.

Steve keeps driving, despite the jet that begins shooting at us. "Are you crazy!" I shout in his ear, trying to block the bullets the best I can. He glances back at me and shouts back "Do you trust me?" we're getting closer to the jet, "Not really!" I respond as I stare the jet down, I could take it out, but I feel like he has a plan. "Well you should for the next minute, now hold on!" he says this as he releases the bike and we are propelled onto the top of the jet. Steve pulls me along as he throws his giant frisbee at the engines along the wings, I blast one just to be useful. As soon as we are on the jet, we are jumping off and moving at top speed on top of my very helpful magic boards.

We only get off the boards when we get into the street, luckily not very many people are walking in this area. Not having many people around is a double blessing as well, less people to see what I'm about to do next. I turn on my heel and smack Steve right in the face, "Are you out of your bloody mind!" he just grabs his jaw, I must have hit him too hard. What am I saying, he's a super soldier, he doesn't get hurt. "Oh I'm sorry that looks like it hurts" I say suddenly extremely embarrassed and concerned. He looks up at me. Oh shoot now he's going to kill me, at this point torture really is a much better way to go.

Instead he just smiles, "You've got a good arm" he says as he rubs his jaw one last time. Then he looks around, surveying the area, escape plan right. "So Cuba or Punta Cana or we can go somewhere closer like Canada but I hear it's pretty cold" I joke as he walks up to a car and pulls on the door. "Do you really think I'm going to run away?" he says as he moves onto the next car down the street. "Well I can tell by your response that we aren't?" I respond as I walk up to the next car and open it with my powers. "So your powers are breaking into cars too huh?" he says less than impressed, "Why do you sound disappointed in me? You were just the one who was yanking on people's car doors" I say as I hop into the passenger side.

Steve walks around and sits in the drivers seat, "So you have a power in your tool chest that can hot wire a car?" I snort at his joke, "I definitely don't need powers for that." Now this is where I belong and this is what I miss doing, the feel of hot wiring a car, that hum when you finally get it going. I lean over on Steve and I can feel him tense up when I lay my shoulder on his knee. It takes me exactly 1 minute and 44 seconds to get the hum I miss.

I sit back up and turn to him, he is as red as a tomato, why is he so embarrassed by me? We begin to drive away in silence until he breaks it after about two blocks, "So we're fugitives now" he sighs and glances at me, his simple question isn't that simple, he's trying to get information out of me. "You don't have to tiptoe around it, I know how to hot wire a car because I was in prison" that's all I decide to give him until he tells me something. I think he catches on because he says something that I don't expect, "I used to be in love with a British woman, you remind me of her." I shouldn't have played this game, I hit a nerve that I shouldn't have pressed on, I barely know this man who I feel like I've known for a lifetime. Some people use that description when they've found their soul mate, but I have a different feeling towards Steve Rogers and it is not love, it is an odd unwavering loyalty.

We continue the silence for another few blocks until I pipe up again. I hope the appearance of my voice won't hit another nerve. "It wasn't a violent crime, um, I'm a hacker and I get these needs for information. I had set my eyes on a corrupt group of politicians in England and how they were embezzling funds from the monarchy. Instead of bringing my findings to the public and revealing the fraud within the government, I was arrested and sent to prison. I know how to hot wire a car because my stepfather was a mechanic, or I thought he was. He died one day while on a business trip and some guys in suits, SHIELD agents came to the door. He talked about you a lot, my stepfather, he loved you, he idolized you. That's why when I saw you at the monument running, I had to know more about you. So that's me in a nut shell." And for some reason I still want to tell him more, every little detail of my life, I trust him.

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