Steve had been on base working with Coulson on the Hydra situation. The very next day he was supposed to go out and raid their nearest base. His presence was supposed to be kept hush hush. They didn’t want other agents to know that Captain America was on base. If word got out and Hydra found out, it would be targeted for sure.
Apparently word had gotten out.
Steve had been going down the hall in a regular agent’s uniform, trying to blend in. He had just been on his way for a cup of coffee when the bomb went off.
He had a cut across his forehead and the debris had broken his ribs but he managed to shove everything off so he could stand. He winced as he got up and looked around hearing a voice, “Yeah yeah I’m fine.” He said bending down next to the woman and started shoveling everything off her like it weighed nothing, “Are you alright?” He asked worried as he helped her up. He looked around hearing cries of pain all around them and frowned, wanting to make sure the woman before him was alright before he moved on to the others.
"Good. T-That’s something." Jemma breathed out. She felt fine for now. Minor enough injuries that her help could be put to use. She’d feel it later, but that didn’t matter. There could have been multiple bombs. The structure of the building could be damaged. People could be hurt. She could help with the last one.
"I will be…" Jemma answered, more interested in the way he moved the broken ceiling tiles so easily. "What about you?" She glanced up as he helped her up. The cut on his forehead would be worrying if it were someone else. "I hope your caught won’t be an issue. We both know you can help."
She took a minute to catch her breath. The chemist still felt winded and nauseous. “I can help. Maybe not the heavy lifting, but with the injuries. I’m Simmons by the way.” Jemma wiped some of the blood away from her nose.
"I’ll be fine." Steve replied as he wiped the blood from his forehead so it could heal faster. The cut would be gone by the end of the day. Steve looked up at Simmons and nodded, "Steve Rogers. I’ll get as many people out as I can and send them your way. Lets clear a path out of here." He looked around trying to listen for voices and trying to decide which way would be safest.
He chose left. He gently shoved debris aside careful not to have anything come crashing down on them and helped people up from under the debris as they went. Pretty soon he had quite the number following him. He carried an unconscious man in his arms and had to sit him down every time the path had to be cleared.
It was slow going because you couldn’t tell if the floor or ceiling was going to give out. They came across a giant gap in the hall that no one but Steve would be able to cross. He cursed and turned to Simmons laying the man down, “Look after him and the others, I’m going to see if I can find a way around this.”