"We're close, so close," Steve sighed from across his desk, "We just need to get in there." Bucky sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose from where he was leaning on Steve's desk, you were curled up in the chair across from the two.

"Can't we just go in with our guys and weed him out?"

"It's not that simple Buck." Steve got up, leaning on the desk with his two arms, "Rumlow's a shady and dangerous guy. He has allies, underground and infested within the government, we've been trying to get em' out for years."

"So we bribe a few people and-"

"We get too involved in the government, Buck." Steve huffed looking at him, "We're already involved enough, and we're on their good sides. The moment we bribe a few people and there's talk of a few ten million going around courtesy of Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes we lose all our credibility. In and out of the organization."

"So what's our plan then?" Steve looked down.

"That's the issue," He began, "There are two ways to play this game: We send our guys in, and all of em get shot, die, and then we're left with nothing but a federal investigation, a media frenzy, and a blood bath." He paused, "Or we get Rumlow and his guys to come to us."

"And how would we do that?" Bucks full attention was now towards Steve, his entire body shifting in his direction.

"Well, we gotta be smart. Be able to get all of Rumlow's guys in one place all at once, and have the feds behind our backs too."

"So like a trap?"

"Exactly." Steve said, "But we need bait. Something that Rumlow really wants." You immediately perked up knowing what he wanted most. As hard as it was to admit it you should know best. It took the men a few moments of pondering, but Bucky looked to you with the same expression. Steve looked up to see you two staring at each other and got the memo. "Absolutely not."

"But Steve-" Bucky began.

"Have you lost your fucking mind Bucky?" He asked, his face turning to absolute disgust, "We are not letting Y/N be the bait."

"But what else would Rumlow want-"

"Money, power, I don't know-"

"Not as bad as he wants me." You finally spoke up, both men looking at you. You sighed, sitting up, "Steve, there's no other way-"

"Yes, there is." He interrupted, "And we'll figure it out whether you two like it or not."

"Steven," You said again, bowing your head briefly, "I don't think anyone in this room wants to put me on the line. But Rumlow's a greater threat to the world than he is to me, and if I have to be the bait then I will be." Steve sighed looking down before looking back at Bucky.

"You heard the woman." Bucky reinstated, "If she's in, we can start it."

"Operation Compound?" Steve asked him. Bucky nodded.

"Operation Compound."

-Time Skip-

"Are you ready?" You heard Steve ask you over the phone. Here you were, an innocent Omega all alone for once in the penthouse. Your heart was beating faster than ever as if it were a sports car engine. Every second the blood in your ears began to pound, even more, sounding like enclosed drums. Your breathing was gradually becoming more uneven as well, either coming in fast waves or small ones. "Doll, I need you to listen to me," You heard Steve, "Rumlow is going to be here any minute. He has smart people working for him, but he's not smart. I need you to stay calm, act normal, okay? Don't freak out, this will go to plan."

"You're sure?" You asked again.

"Positive." You nodded.

"Okay, Stevie." You said through the speaker. "I love you."

"Love you too, doll." He said and hung up. You took a deep breath to compose yourself, placing your phone on the kitchen island like he had told you to. Set it up so it looks like you were a helpless little Omega all alone when there were hundreds of federal agents, Steve and his guards, Buck and Sam, and all of theirs all around and hidden within the building. Like Steve had said, Rumlow was dumb and he knew he couldn't control his Alpha instincts.

You were trying to act calm and normal when in reality your entire head was flustered at the moment. You took a single deep breath before sitting on the couch, propping your feet on the other end as you did always, and grabbed your book. Even though you were trying to read, the words became meaningless when they were overshadowed by the current situation at hand.

It only took 15 minutes. 15 damn minutes of anxiety before the doors came down. And it was showtime. You placed your book down looking towards the door, "Hello?" You asked. You knew it was Rumlow, but he didn't need to know that. All that he needed to know was that you were alone. Well, kind of.

"Finally." You heard his voice and that awful chuckle before you saw the man appear. You couldn't emphasize how much you hated him. Your interactions with him prior were extremely minimum if any, but from your background knowledge on what type of Alpha he was, you hated him. "Rogers is one dumb ass." He laughed, eight to ten men following closely behind him, all armed, all in black. Rumlow kept his quick pace as he began to approach you, you walked back managing to miss the coffee table. But walking backward was nothing matched to him.

Reaching to you he quickly grabbed your neck managing to lift your entire body off the ground with just his hand. Air began escaping from your body, your throat felt like it was collapsing within you, closing all your airways. You instinctively put your own two hands on his once, trying to fight and get out of his strong grip, but with every movement of your body in resistance to him came another squeeze by his hand on your neck.

"We have to go in. Now." Steve told Bucky and Sam watching on a completely hidden security camera in the wall.

"No, not yet-"

"Are you insane?" Steve turned to Bucky. You of course couldn't hear a single thing, for now, you were completely on your own, "He's going to choke her!"

"We need him to feel comfortable," Sam stuck up for Bucky, "He won't do that to her forever. Remember, he wants her. He won't kill her. But we need him to think he can actually get away with this."

You felt like your lungs were collapsing, your vision getting dizzy. Right before you knew you were going to pass out, he finally dropped you with a thud. The impact hurt your muscles which were already tender from the trauma you had just experienced but with one more kick in your stomach from his boot you were curled in a ball on the floor whimpering. You never wanted to be a little innocent Omega with no power at all, but here you were.

Just like that, it seemed a switch went off in your brain. Everything that you had once experienced in The Compound came flooding back like a tsunami with harsh waves moving your brain. You wanted to throw up as you attempted best you could to scramble away. When you were finally able to stabilize yourself with your two hands your vision became blurry as you continued to tremble.

"Get her up." Rumlow barked at his men who approached you, "And I want no trace left." Right before the men grabbed onto your trembling arms all the doors and vents came busting down and like that more than two dozen people came flooding into the penthouse. The agents and guards tackled Rumlow and his men with ease, two or three going after one, cuffing them and then abruptly yanking them off the ground.

Everything was too chaotic and you couldn't focus on anything, it felt like you were somewhere else. It took you a few moments to compose yourself again, still on the floor. "Sweetheart? Y/N? Doll?" You heard Steve run up to you. He got down next to you, grabbing you in a hug. You hugged him back, for only a moment before breaking down and sobbing into his chest. "Shhhh," He softly cooed, rubbing the back of your head, "I'm here darlin', I'm going nowhere again." He picked you up wedding style and brought you two to your room, locking the door behind him.

He carefully set you on the bed, sitting next to you. Almost immediately you gravitated towards him and his smell, sobbing even more as he held onto you. He continued to calm your down, lightly rubbing the back of your head. He took a moment to lift your head up to look at him. You could see his eyes gaze down to your neck, and it was time for you to notice the furious expression on his face and the bulging veins. "I'll be back." He got up and left the room, his entire body was stiff you could tell. But there was no trying to stop him, you knew he was beyond pissed. Only a few moments later once you were almost through collecting your composure, you saw Nat come in.

"Hey," She said very lightly with a tight but warming smile. "How're you doing?"

"Alright," You let out a cold shutter, "Better now that-" You paused before you could make yourself go forward.

"He's gone." She finished, sitting next to you on the bed. "Here," She handed you an ice bag. You placed it on your neck, hissing slightly at the harsh coolness.

"Thanks." You two sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, "Where did Steve go." She sighed.

"The workout room," She admitted, "To punch his anger and frustrations out on an innocent punching bag." You nodded knowing exactly what she meant. It had only happened a few times before but when he was on fire with anger he would go and work it out over a punching bag. Then come back and be alright.

"What happened to, ya know, Rumlow?" You asked her next. She was the head of security so of course, she would know.

"He was arrested," She said, "With all his guys too. But Buck and Sam have interrogation dibs on him." You nodded understanding. "Do you want me to stay with you?" You shook your head.

"I'm alright Nat, but thanks."

"Alright, just holler if you need anything." She got up and walked out with a light smile.

Once she was gone you got up and went to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower. When you quickly glanced at yourself in the mirror you noticed the abundant marks on your neck. The bruises cascaded around your neck from one end to the other making an ombre of blues. It disgusted you, to say the least, but you couldn't do much about it.

You took a relatively quick shower, getting in and out, and placing on sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt. You got into bed, deciding to turn on the TV and find something to mindlessly watch. Steve had yet to be back, which you weren't shocked by considering he could be down getting his frustrations out for hours on end.

But sooner than your thought he arrived back, looking to you only once. His hair was drooping over his forehead, his entire body covered in sweat. He was still huffing for some air as he went himself to take a shower.

You continued to watch TV, only turning it off when he came back out in a t-shirt and sweatpants. He climbed in bed on his side next to you. Usually, he would throw his arm around you or start playing with your hair. But he stayed completely on his side.

You really wanted him close. There was not another time you needed his support than now, but he was staying too far away. You knew exactly what he thought, by the way he touched you before and how he didn't now, he was scared to hurt you. You were fragile right now and he did not want to break you further. "Steve?" You lightly asked.

"Hm?" He hummed, not even bothering to look at you.

"Are you scared?" He turned to you quickly.

"N-no."

"Steven," You said, putting your hand on top of his lightly, "You don't need to be scared to hurt me-"

"I already hurt you, damn it!" He moved slightly away, sighing, visibly frustrated at himself.

"You didn't hurt me-"

"I let someone else, Y/N."

"And I agreed to it."

"That doesn't matter, I should have stepped in before marks were left-"

"Steve, we had to do this. And you know it." He heavily sighed again, rubbing the bridge of his nose. You placed your head on his broad shoulder, grabbing his hand and holding it within your own. "Let's forget about this okay? For me and for you." He lightly nodded.

"Okay," He said, "Let's forget about it."