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Nothing moves until Sir Nicholas' shoulder is firmly under the heavy weight of the man known as Rojhaz, as Steve Rogers, as Captain America.

Then lots of things happen. The scientists shout, one of them raises a gun, and Sir Nicholas - encumbered by the body of a man much larger than even his broad-shouldered and muscled frame - never the less springs into action. It's a blur, really, as he kicks the man with the gun into the other man before dumping Rojhaz on the gurney, then quickly, efficiently, kicks each of the staggering scientists in the jaw as they attempt to get up.

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She's just... going to stay right here. If that's alright with everyone. Possibly for a long time. She's not used to this kind of violence.

When in doubt, provide as small a target as possible.

The scientists were not expecting anything at all like this. Anything. Nobody was, which is why it was just two men and a gun, not a room full of soldiers (who, honestly, wouldn't have fared much better).

Sir Nicholas takes the gurney in hand and says, "Come along, madam. This place is not safe for you."

She's not really sure if it's such a smart idea to be following this guy around. Let's be honest - she's terrified at this point. Flat-out oh-God-I'm-gonna-die terrified.

But the other option involves staying with the two unconscious, beaten scientists and their weapon, and that doesn't much appeal either.

Part of why he wants to get her out of there is so that she remains under the delusion that they are unconscious. His kicks are very effective. Very, very effective.

There isn't the hugest of hurries, though, and so he stops to look at her and say, "I will not allow you to be harmed, madam. Anything that wishes to do so will go through me first."

Right now, the scariest thing in this room is Fury.

Well.

Actually, the scariest thing is two dead scientists, but she doesn't know they're dead. If she did, there would be a lot more screaming. But since it is clearly not a good idea to go around getting the attention of scary people, she nods hurriedly and moves to follow.

What she wouldn't give for a few Gaga girls right now.

Not so much on the Gaga front, actually. They spot another scientist, a man about as old as Fury with a balding man's ponytail, who shouts, "Hey! What the hell? You can't be here!" before running to a box on the wall.

There are some lovely loud WOOP WOOP WOOP noises along with a serene, mechanical woman's voice saying; "Security to ward C. Security to ward C. Intruders in ward C."

She squeaks, flattening against the wall. She wants to go home now. She really, really wants to go home now. That's them, the woman on the loudspeaker is talking about them, and...

Actually, she doesn't know what happens after that but it CAN'T BE GOOD.

The blond man on the gurney is stirring, now, and it isn't a particularly friendly look that he gives Fury, who snaps, "Argue later, escape now. Rojhaz, my young friend. Madam, Rojhaz the time-traveler."

The blond, recovering rapidly, takes one look at the young woman with Fury and offers her a reassuring smile. He is a superhero, and even dressed like a painted (literally) Indian he looks like a superhero. "We'll get you out, ma'am."

There will be a hell of a fight after that, but right now the two men are united in their goal.

... Well. The smile's familiar, anyway - there isn't one boyzone clone alive who can't pull off the dazzling white smile when needed.

She nods. She's down with nodding. It seems to be a safe course of action. Nodding, and following, and wishing like hell that she was safe in the rat-infested bar.

There is another scuffle within sight of glass doors to the outside, although it is without the sickening cracks that happened while Sir Nicholas had Rojhaz on his back, "Go, go, go!" he informs both of them as security attempts to get between them and freedom.

Now there's an order she has no problem obeying - she scrambles towards the doors like a bat out of hell. Which, like a bat, means a lot of flailing and nearly running into things. One assumes a bat that has been in hell is only going to be that much more uncoordinated.

If this is what revolutions are like, she's already decided she doesn't want one.

Unfortunately her path takes her straight at someone leveling a gun in her direction.

There isn't time for warning, and there isn't guarantee that she'd react right even if he did, so Rojhaz is left to distract the others as she's hit by six foot two inch of armored man, pulling her tightly against himself and rolling so that the CA-RACK of the gun is secondary to the other shock.

And then Rojhaz is picking Sir Nicholas up as Sir Nicholas had him and shouting "Go!"

She doesn't have to worry about the doors anymore, though. The glass is gone from the number of bullets flying about.

(Also, Fury is roaring that he can run, but Rojhaz isn't putting him down.)

There are times when the brain simply refuses to process.

This is one of them.

If she took the time to process what was going on, she'd be dead. She doesn't know this (because that'd take time to actually realize), but some primal part of her brain that Globalsoft hasn't yet figured out how to breed out of the human race has decided that running is very good now, running away is very very good, and that is what should happen.

For once, her big, ugly, stompy boots hold her in good stead, and resist getting punctured by the broken glass as she scurries on ahead of Rojhaz.

When she gets time to think, that's when she'll go completely to pieces. There are benefits, sometimes, to not thinking.

Rojhaz, unlike the others, knows this world. This part of town. He knows who betrayed him, and how, and has suspicions for why. "This way!"

It takes a while for them to lose their followers, but eventually they're in a dirty, nasty part of town full of people who are staring at the two men and utterly dismissing the girl with them. Tattered, dark, grungy clothing is the norm around here. Sir Nicholas is finally set down and Rojhaz knocks on a door in a special pattern, then opens it.

"We'll be safe in here for a while. Fury, how badly are you hurt?"

Sir Nicholas grumbles something noncommittal. it would be more believable if it were not for the fact that the purple leather over his left shoulder is rapidly being coated in red.

Oh. My. God.

Ohmygod.

She. And then. He. And. The weapons. And.

She flails a little, to herself, as the events of the recent past start presenting themselves for review.

His armor is red.

It's supposed to be purple. Purple. With the pimp hat.

And. The glass. And alarms. And.

Blood is red.

And the yelling. And screaming. And alarms.

The thing about her dress is one less fold here or there really won't matter much. And it's relatively clean, considering her world isn't big on being outside ever.

Thus, there's a quick ripping sound, and then Fury has a pressure bandage (of sorts) held by one rather shell-shocked teen-aged girl.

She'll scream in a bit. Still processing.

"We need to get the armor off." Rojhaz says to Fury, who is a little busy saying, "I am fine, madam, really. I am fine."

"The hell you are, Fury, the bullet is still in there."

However hurt Sir Nicholas is, his right arm works just fine to grab Rojhaz' braids and drag him down so that he can hiss, hopefully too quietly for the girl to hear, "Reassure her, she has never seen a battle before."

Luckily for Rojhaz, she's not really hearing anything right now. She's just getting paler, and breathing a little faster, and her hands are shaking a little more, and she's getting a little more wall-eyed, and she's a little more (under pressure) lost, and a little more scared, and the fabric under her hands is slowly getting soaked, and...

They start is high-pitched keening noises that any terrified small creature might make, but they're rapidly progressing to full-on horror-movie-esque screams. She does have quite the set of lungs on her too.

"Shh, shhh, shhh." Rojhaz is pushed away roughly and Sir Nicholas turns to catch the girl as gently as he can, "Shh, I am alright, I promise. Mistress Sally, it is alright. Shhh."

She gulps, hard, shivering under his hands. This isn't right. This isn't right, people don't do this, this is insane, and...

And... they just did it, and she wants to go home. But home isn't here right now.

"Don't call me Sally." She retorts, not at all back to normal, but at least not shocky.

"That's my brave girl." Sir Nicholas says, "I'll get you back as soon as I can, I promise. I should not have brought you."

He runs one hand across her hair, like you would soothe a startled animal, and waits for her to stop shaking.

The bone-deep tremors, having nothing to do with cold and everything to do with fear and violence, slowly settle down as the world continues to fail to erupt in further fighting. She approves. Further fighting can just be put on indefinite hold.

"You're bleeding." She's naive as hell, easily frightened, and entirely out of her depth, but she's not stupid. "When you tackled me..."

"It is nothing."

Rojhaz's face says that he does not agree in the slightest.

"I promised you that I would not let you be hurt, child."

Fury is really scary. Really, really, terrifyingly scary. To the point she wasn't sure back there if following him or running the hell away from him was the best idea. But he protected her.

And now he's being an idiot. Sir Nicholas Fury earns his second 'you are being such a dur-brain' stare of the day. It's not quite as impressive as the first, but it's recognizable.
"Sir Boyzone here said you needed t'get the armor off, sunshine."

She isn't okay. She won't be okay for a long while. But he can't just sit there and bleed at her. That's stupid.

"Rojhaz."
"Steve Rogers." The two men speak in unison, look at each other, and shrug.

Sir Nicholas follows the shrug up with a wince, and starts slowly removing his armor, "I have been harmed worse, I do swear."

The fact that both of them knew who she was talking about tells her she pegged it in one. Never mind that there was only one person in the room besides her and Fury. It still worked.

"And I do swear if you don't get on with it I'll..." There's a brief, blank pause as she remembers just what Fury has done recently and her mind shudders away from that track altogether.
"I don't care."

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