Disclaimers!
Alert me of anything wrong, or inconsistent! This is still very new to me.
Shoving the door closed behind them, Amaris leaned against it while James took the wall opposite her, breathing hard with a pained look on his face. "James! James...move that dumpster in front of this door, okay?" Her voice drove him out of the darkness surrounding him, pulling him from a fragmented memory of two small boys running down alleys and laughing.
Watching James brace himself against the dumpster, Amaris yanked the jacket from her arms and began to feel around for any sign of an implant. Hearing the hiss of James' prosthetic arm never bothered her, but now it was distracting her from the task of finding the tracer implanted into her arm.
Finally feeling an odd lump in her left bicep, Amaris smiled slightly. "James, I need you to get this out for me.."
He watches as she pulls the knife from the strap around her right thigh, under the oddly flowered dress. Handing James the long black knife and holding her arm out, Amaris sucked in a breath and started to watch down the alley.
Switching into the Soldier is easier than he likes, but James is grateful to be distracted as he cuts a four inch line down Amaris' bicep, digging two fingers inside to feel around for whatever implant he might find.
Crushing the small device between his metal fingers, James drops the object and looks over Amaris while rips a piece of fabric from the bottom of the dress. He never liked it anyways, he thinks, frowning as he turns away while she wraps her bloodied arm.
Feeling a weight against his back, he turns to see Amaris handing him one of her pistols, thought judging by the weight in his belt, she tucked one with him while he was...distracted.
"Shit.."
Pulling her knife up again, Amaris and James see the two officers from the shop running down the alley towards them. Grabbing his hand, Amaris spins around ready to backtrack to the street. Feeling James tense at the sight of the black sports car blocking their route, Amaris spins again towards the officers as they draw their guns and begin to shout for them to get down.
"James, Run!" She screams, lunging forward and jumping, coming down on the closet "officer".
Gripping the side brackets of the dumpster in his left hand, James pulls it away from the wall and moves it in front of them as guns start firing. Pulling his own pistol up and aiming past the whirl of magenta hair, he fires into one of the officers, effectively stopping him.
Pulling her knife from the chest of the second officer, Amaris moves back beside James, grabbing his hand as a dark blue van pulls into the the only other escape, it's door already opening as more Hydra pour out into the alley.
Whoever is in the black sports vehicle finally gets out, the sound of a door opening alerts James as he turns on his heel, gun up and eyes narrowed.
"Barnes! Don't shoot!" A red haired woman screams, rolling a black metal ball past him and Amaris. "Get down!" The woman screams, so he does, pulling Amaris down with him as the ball explodes.
Kneeling besides James, Amaris pulls her knife and gun up, looking at the woman intently while James tries to see through the smoke and snow.
There is no snow, it's September, Buck.
The voice he hears is not his own, it sounds much softer and sincere Than his. The smoke begins to clear as men emerge from it, stepping around their few dead.
"James, get in the car. Go with Wilson. Go!"
Her feels her hands of his face again, and it feels familiar and distant.
On their feet now, the red haired woman next to Amaris, he watches as she twirls around a man and wraps her legs around the neck of another, a snap signaling his end. Amaris opts for a blitz attack and shoot out as she slides into a man, driving her knife into his thigh while she shoots around him towards the other gun fire.
The pair fight back to back, using one another when needed and throwing things to each other When necessary.
Standing there watching them fight, James recalls seeing something similar before. Only instead of concrete and red brick, there were tan walls and blue mats and many women clothing.
He focuses on Amaris' dress as one man wraps his arms around her waist, hoisting her up as another move forward with a needle out and ready. As he starts to move to them, she kicks out, knocking her and the man back.
The blood and dirt on her knees upsets James, so he shoot the man with the needle as the red haired woman throws something small and silver towards the van.
"Sam! Get him out of here!" She screams, looking at him then towards the black car behind him.
"Man, get in!" Someone screams.
He watches as Amaris grabs the edge of the dumpster to pull herself up, the muscles in her arms flexing from exertion, dirt and blood covering most of the blue dress and it's flowers.
"Go!" She screams, the red haired woman advancing on him as men come around the van with weapons ready.
Shoving him towards the car, he hears her muttering about 'Rogers'.
Getting into the car, he ducks his head down, hands pulling the black beanie Amaris had put on him off.
He smells lavender and blood; he sees a field of wild flowers and broken bones.
The car speeds forward as bullets sweep the doors, and he's lost in his mind while Sam drives.
