She talked. A lot. In a way it kind of reminded him of the Starks. Senior and Junior both had a habit of talking a lot. The difference was that Steve actually didn't mind when they kept yammering away. This woman, no, he couldn't think of it as a woman. He had to work past that and think of it as a creature.
Because Steve had been raised not to hurt women. You saved women and children first without a second thought. He didn't want to see a world where that was no longer the case. Not that women couldn't be soldiers and kick butt the same as men did. Natasha, Maria and Peggy were all proof of that. There were others too, but right now? Maria was his priority. She would get out of this, and Steve would do what Steve did.
Fight the good fight.
"Heels are inappropriate combat wear," was all he said as he felt the tree give beneath him. She wasn't playing. This woman packed more than a healthy amount of strength. It was disconcerting. Steve was used to bouncing back, and he did that, but he wasn't used to feeling the weight of the impact so hard. Wordlessly he engaged he, using his speed to bounce of a tree and lunge at her, connecting their bodies as his feet kicked her chest.
The problem with this was, she should have hit the ground. Instead she looked unphased and he was thrown back again. The startled look on his face evident as he began to try and pick himself up.