The soldiers. Steve Rogers/Captain America x reader

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The next morning you woke up to a satisfactory blast. The kind that, in this base could only signify the explosion of the reactors. 

Last night, you had fallen from exhaustion and had fallen asleep when you were meant to pack your bags. You grabbed your bag that you had not slung over your shoulder in over two months an a half. You quickly refilled your water bottle ignoring the alarms flaring in the background and the workers rushing to secure the perimeter. You drank all you could and filled up your bottle again. 

If you were going in the dessert a full bottle of water could make the difference between life and death. 

You looked around you, put the hood of your technician's uniform above your head. You walked out of the room you were in and stepped into the corridor. The alarm was still ringing and was becoming almost impossible to ignore. You walked faster and at the point when the alarm was getting infernal you closed your eyes. Shutting out everything and anything that was around you. Using your memory as the only guide for your actions.

You walked one foot in front of the other, methodically but not losing the goal in your mind; to get out of this prison of metal walls.

The guards let you pass. After all they weren't worried of someone getting out but of someone getting in. You nodded to the man you had knocked unconscious with your shoe and just smiled. That's when you got lost. Just a few meters away from the base, you didn't know how to get back. You couldn't swim to America, even you couldn't survive the non-stop effort you would have to provide and the perils of the water. the only other way was by air.

You remembered in the lobby there was a prototype plane that you could easily engineer to become a plane that could lead you to New York. You cursed yourself for not having thought of it sooner. You twirled on your heels and looked into the eyes of the guards and said:

"Actually, never mind can I go back in?"

"ID."

"ID? I just stepped out of there. You saw me."

"I ain't seen nothing mam' .rules and rules. ID or no pass."

You shuffled around trying to find where you had left the ID. When you finally filled it out, you realised the photo of the girl was not exactly 'accurate'. Her hair was a shade or two lighter than yours and her eyes weren't even the same colour. Let's not even talk about the tattoo on her neck. 

"You know what?" You said, waving the card in front of their heads. "I think I'll just do it the easy way." 

You kicked the first guard in the head and punched the second in the jaw before they could even react and pull the trigger. You straightened your clothes and walked back in, walking towards the lobby. You locked the door and fiddled around with the jet. The alarm had stopped blaring but your ears were still ringing because they had grown used to the incessant sound. You ticker with the machine, your brain not processing what it was going but your fingers doing the movements as though you had done it a thousand times before. 

It took you an entire hour, a lot of sweat and the stealing of a petrol to finally get you to the final result; a plane that would take you all the way to america. 

You sat in the driver seat when suddenly the door you had looked began to rumble. People were trying to burst in to the room. 

You quickly switched a few gears and only exhaled when you heard the roar of the engine. The door broke down just as the plane had started it's take off. This would be tricky. Smashing through the window than taking flight before the plane landed head first in the wall.

You took a deep breath, ignoring the agents bursting in from the door, you switched the plane on autopilot to witch you had planed the destination before.