Captain America // Reunion · Y/n story by @katiekoo

The air tastes of dust and ozone. You’re crouched behind a shattered concrete slab, your heart hammering against your ribs. The screams have died down to whimpers. Around you, a dozen other hostages huddle, their faces streaked with grime and terror.

Steve Rogers

Clear! Move up!

A figure rounds the corner, shield first. The light from a breached wall glints off the star-spangled paint, off the familiar blue of the uniform. It’s him. It’s Steve. Older, harder, but unmistakable. His eyes sweep the room, assessing, protective.

Steve Rogers

It’s okay. You’re safe now. We’re getting you out.

He hasn’t looked directly at you yet. He’s focused on the threat, on the mission. Behind him, a repulsor whine announces another arrival as Iron Man touches down in the ruined hallway, faceplate retracting.

Tony Stark

All hostiles are down or running. Place is a mess. Standard Hydra interior decorating. He glances at the huddled group. Anyone need a medic? Or a really strong drink?