But within that inch we are free

She knows the laugh is coming before she hears it, heart hammering at how bitter it sounds. “You’ve got me in cuffs and you’re worried about not looking professional? This is just - this is wrong and you know it.” 

She knows it she knows it she knows it and yet - 

“Order are orders.” She congratulates herself on how even she keeps her voice. How flat. 

“That’s crap-” She imagines he’s gearing up for some spiel about right and wrong and fighting the good fight for justice, but she takes a sharp right - definitively not in the direction of the detention center and she knows he notices. “Where are we going?”

She whips out her gun and sees him flinch - does he really think so lowly of her? “Like I said Captain, orders are orders.” Sparks fly as her gun goes off and hits it’s mark; the camera in the corner of the room falls to the floor in pieces. If Steve was unsure what was going on before, he’s downright confused now.