WS AU - 11

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James wheezed as years of dust and rubble exited his lungs. He shifted Natasha in his arms as he jogged silently back to the hidden truck outside of the Fort.

Zola. His skin was still crawling with the sound of the nut job's voice. He had to keep it together now, for Natasha. If he had a panic attack now they'd both end up dead. SHIELD was on their tail and STRIKE took no prisoners.

He slid Natasha into the back seat, found an ice pack for her head, and finally flipped into the driver’s seat.

He slid the shield off his arm. It was scratched and marred with the weight of a bunker collapsing on them. But it still held through, just like its original wielder.

James closed his eyes and for the first time in years thought back without any distraction or alternative thought process, to Steve. The shield was like he could reach out to his friend and summon some of his strength. Until he couldn't.

James let out a broken breath that was like a croak because of the dust and emotions.

Everything had been in vain. Steve's death had been in vain. His very legacy had been so twisted into the very thing he had given his life to stop that it too was in vain.

He was supposed to be Steve's protector. His big brother. The one that finished all the things Steve couldn't. Until that had slipped right out of his grasp.

 James knew what he had to do to rid the world hopefully finally of all the poison that should have died the day Steve Rogers had. It didn't make it any easier. He'd failed in finishing Steve's mission, he'd failed him.

 "I'm sorry." James breathed in a hoard whisper fighting the tears he could feel stinging his eyes.

 "Don't be, I'll be fine. Clint's hit me harder." Natasha responded groggily.

James spun around in surprise. "You better?"

"I think I inhaled a pound of that stuff and my head is killing me but yeah, I'll be fine. How about you?" Natasha said placing the ice pack back on her head and draping her free arm over the passenger's seat.

James forced all other thoughts from his head, "I'll be fine. Right now we need to get out of here. I have an idea of where we can go, off the grid. We'll return the car and be able to walk." James said, starting the car.

"You have a safe house? The world really is ending." Natasha mumbled laying back down in the back seat.

James chose not to respond and simply drove. They cleaned up a bit at a gas station before dropping the car where they'd found it true to his word.

 James then helped Natasha get walking as the clock hit about seven in the morning. James was praying Sam kept the same schedule. They went around back and James knocked on the door and waited.

Sam opened his door and the man's face was a priceless mix of pure confusion and shocked worry.

"Sorry to drop by like this," James said quickly. He could only imagine what they looked like still covered in grime and beyond tired. He didn't even know how to begin to explain the situation.

 "Everyone we know is trying to kill us." Natasha croaked out. Leave it to her to wrap up their whole dire dilemma in one morbid sentence.

Sam frowned, opening the door wider, "Not everyone."

James almost sagged in relief. Natasha beelined for the shower and James found a seat at the kitchen island put his head in his hands and groaned loudly.

"Dude," Sam stopped in front of him, the shower on down the hall, "You had better start at the beginning."

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