We both froze for a second, our eyes widening. Then everything moved quickly. I turned and booked it out of the food court. I didn't look back to see where Steve was, I just ran. The shock of seeing him was wearing off and the panic was starting to set in. Of course they would send him to retrieve me. Was Natasha here too? No, I thought, she was on a mission over seas if I remembered correctly.

As soon as I got to the main strip of the mall, I slowed down. I grabbed a jacket from someone's bag and put it on. It was grey, so it wouldn't stand out. I also took my hair out of my bun and used it to hide my face some. I looked at my watch and saw that I still had fifteen minutes before I could leave. I cursed under my breath and walked into a clothing store. I watched as undercover S.H.I.E.L.D. agents walked past the storefront, only glancing in for a second before moving on. My watch beeped at the ten minute mark and I figured I should start making my way to the exit.

I waited for a large group of people to walk past the store and joined them. I walked with them until I felt a large hand on my shoulder.

"I'd advise you to let me go." I said without turning around. I had a good idea who it was, but hoped to God I was wrong.

"You know I can't do that." Steve told me.

"Do you really wanna cause a scene in front of all these innocents?" I continued. By now I was starting to be surrounded by agents.

"All we want is Loki. I'm sure Fury can cut a deal for you if you tell us where he is." Steve said and tightened his hand on my shoulder. Good, so they didn't know I was HYDRA yet.

"That's not happening, Cap." I sighed before grabbing his hand from my shoulder and twisting it away from me. I spun and dropped to my knees, so I could slide past him. As I did, I elbowed him in the stomach. I released his hand and got to my feet again before kicking in the back of his left knee.

An agent to my left aimed a gun at me and I moved to the outside of his body. I grabbed the hand with the gun and pushed it away from me and down while simultaneously bringing my knee up and breaking his elbow. He screamed in pain and his gun went off. The bullet, thankfully, went through the calf of another S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and not a shopping teenager. I used the agent as a shield and grabbed the gun from his hand. I pulled his back against my front and turned to shoot two agents. I wasn't going to kill them, but I couldn't blow my cover.

Just before I could pull the trigger, Steve grabbed the barrel of the gun in one hand and my wrist with the other. He pushed down on my wrist while pulling the gun up and out of my grip. I grumbled and shoved the agent I was using as a shield at Steve. I immediately turned on my heel and twisted my wrist from Steve's grip before taking off. Steve caught the poor agent and tossed him aside to start after me. I looked down at my watch... six minutes left...

There was an agent in front of me that pulled a knife. I rolled my eyes and charged at him. He was a bit concerned that I wasn't afraid of the big knife, but still tried to stand confidently. That is, until I blocked his first attack and jumped while holding onto the forearm of the hand containing the knife. I swung my body around him and used the momentum to send him flying to the ground. I landed on one knee next to his head. His head hit the ground pretty hard, but I couldn't afford to care. I twisted the knife from his hand and threw it into the shoulder of another agent running at me. She cried out and grabbed her shoulder as I got to my feet and ran towards her. She tried to take her weapon out, but wasn't fast enough. I knocked the gun out of her hand before she could fully pull it from her holster. I grabbed the knife and pulled it from her shoulder before knocking her out.

I turned to analyze my next threat and was punched hard in the stomach. So hard that I flew backwards and through the glass window of a Victoria Secret, dropping my knife somewhere in the process. I groaned and stood up, shaking the shattered glass from my clothes.

Standing where I was just bitch slapped from was good ole Captain America. He was breathing heavily and staring angrily at me, ready to fight.

"Sammee, stop this!" Steve demanded. I licked the blood from my cut lip and shook my head.

"I can't." I told him as I started for him.

I dodged his first punch and kneed him where no one wants to be hit. Steve barely showed a flash of pain. He didn't even hesitate. He reached up and grabbed the back of my neck. I moved under his hand and dropped to the floor. I slid between his legs and behind him. I stood and punched him in his kidneys. He barely stumbled.

Steve twisted and caught my next punch. I kicked his left knee and he dropped to a kneeling position, but he still didn't release my hand. I used his kneeling position to my advantage and rolled over his back. That position twisted his grip, but it also twisted my arm. I ducked under my arm, twisting his grip more, and pulled. I got my arm back, but he reached out and grabbed my foot with his other hand. He pulled and I fell to the ground with a groan. He pinned me down with his knee and one of his hands while the other was ready to strike. We were both out of breath.

"You're supposed to be helping us, not fighting against us." Steve said angrily and shook me a bit.

"I help myself, Rogers. It's better you learn that now rather than later." I told him. A malicious smile broke out over my lips as my watch started beeping, signaling the end of my test. "Later." I said before teleporting out of the building.

My range since working with HYDRA had really improved. I could teleport about a thousand feet now. I was lying in the parking lot and put my head back against the warm asphalt as I calmed my racing heart. A car soon pulled up next to me and I stood up and got in the passenger seat.

I didn't say a word on my way back to the base. I only stared out the window and hoped Steve would forgive me later. I didn't like being set up. I couldn't even cry, they were always watching me, but I could be pissed.

As soon as I got back to base I teleported to the training room where my trainer was waiting. I didn't say anything as I teleported a knife into my hand and plunged it into the side of his neck. I felt nothing as I watched him fall to the ground and choke on his own blood. When he took his last breath, I turned and walked out of the room.