Steve Rogers

God only knows what's happening elsewhere in the sunken city. The sounds that echo through the pipes,through the metal that makes up the infrastructure, the vibrations through the glass, the broken pieces of it being dragged by the current past the windows. I hate that I've left Bucky to deal with culminating violence. I don't question his ability to do so, but he'll always be my partner and you don't leave your brother at the eleventh hour. Not if you have a choice.

I made a promise to a doctor, though, and to her patients, and I will not leave them to get through this alone.

I don't have the shield with me, it's on Bucky's arm. I haven't picked up a gun on the way and I refuse to touch the plasmids that have twisted the city's residents into degenerate facsimiles of human beings. I have the closest thing to tactical body armor I could find in the compound under a jacket, and I'm sprinting full out as I race through the labyrinthine network of tunnels and corridors. When I'm in the vicinity of the safehouse I slow, turning to scan the area. Any sounds of combat are distant, and my aim is to keep them that way. To get the girls to a bathysphere and get them out, and Brigid with them.

"Doctor!"