Hitler boarded the mech, and marched it across the length of the bunker. When he reached the end, Steve's restraints were released by a button press in an unseen command room.
"Take up your shield, Captain!" The dictator jeered over the suit's loudspeakers. "See if it might be enough to defeat zis Wunderweapon!"
Steve didn't need prompting. He snapped his shield up in an instant, and dove behind a taller concrete pillar as Hitler unleashed a flurry of blue fire from the suit's left arm in his direction.
As the bolts tore into the pillar, Steve tried to assess his situation. His brain felt fuzzy, and his thoughts flew by faster than he could process them. Whatever they'd injected him with to knock him out and wake him up had done a number on his thought process. That, combined with the adrenaline rush from the danger made it hard for him to steady himself or formulate a plan. Nevertheless, he took a deep breath and felt for his pistol, and drew it. They'd left him with it, and a magazine full of ammunition. In fact, it didn't seem like they'd taken anything from him but his helmet. His father's watch still ticked away in one of the pockets. Its presence alone was enough to give him a bit of calm in the storm of his brain. He knew what to do.
Steve jumped from behind the pillar and shot just one bullet at the mech. It impacted with the bulletproof window, dead-center level with Hitler's forehead. The accuracy was enough to make the dictator start, and created a break in the suppressive fire long enough for Steve to cross a third of the distance between him and the battle-suit.
"Scheisse!" Hitler swore, and pushed a button inside the cockpit. A bank of rocket launchers on his shoulder roared to life, and spat explosives in Steve's general direction.
"Mein Fuhrer-" one of the men started.
"Shut up, dummkopf!" Hitler interjected. "I am not interested in your objections!"
Hitler aimed the rockets clumsily. Though he'd heard of Steve's abilities, he'd never seen what the captain could do under the influence of enough amphetamines to kill a squad of men. He aimed only slightly ahead of where Steve would be, and burned through half of his rockets before he understood that. He adjusted his aim, and one of the missiles exploded just in front of where Steve would have stood, but the captain backflipped away the instant the missile impacted. The explosion sent him flying and made his ears ring, but when he impacted with the wall, he quickly sprang to his feet and dove behind another pillar.
"Captain!" He heard a voice yell from above. From the ruins of an observation window, a young man in a German uniform threw him a rifle that landed at his feet with a clatter. Steve looked down at the gun, then back up at the boy. They exchanged a look of understanding, and Steve scooped up the weapon. He had no reason to trust the kid, but he had a feeling.
Steve holstered his pistol and shouldered the rifle.
"Treason!" Hitler screamed, and fired his suit's automatic weapons at the viewing gallery. The people behind what remained of the glass dove for what cover they could get. Not all of them made it to safety. Some were crushed by debris, others disintegrated by blue fire. Steve didn't have time to watch the carnage. Instead, he took aim at the conduit that provided power to the suit's left cannon, and cut the weapon off at the source.
"Verdammt!" Hitler exclaimed as he squeezed the trigger in vain. Quickly, he switched to the fifty-caliber machine gun on the suit's right arm, and unleashed a volley of bullets Steve's way, but every single one bounced off his shield. With an unintelligible sound of frustration, the dictator jumped toward the Captain's position and punched at the ground.
Steve sprang nimbly out of the way, and threw his shield at the base of the fifty-caliber, severing the weapon from its mount, and sending bullets spraying wildly until one of them cut its own ammo belt and power cables. Steve caught his shield out of the air as it bounced back towards him.
Hitler was apoplectic, and pouring with sweat. He didn't even bother saying a word, he just lunged towards the captain and drove both of his suit's fists several feet into the concrete floor as Steve dove between the suit's legs. The hands were buried so deeply, the dictator had difficulty removing them from their spot. This gave Steve a chance to drive his shield into the knee hydraulics of the right leg, causing the machine to spasm and collapse to the ground momentarily. Steve followed that strike up with a mighty blow to the motor in the right elbow, severing the suit's forearm from the body.
The second wave of tanks pulled up in a single line in front of the Commandos. The team made to spring into action, but the entire line lifted their cannons and turned their turrets one-hundred and eighty degrees, and fired on the fortress behind them.
Diana, Logan and Dugan exchanged a puzzled, but thankful look.
"What the hell is going on?" Dugan asked as the tanks peppered the bunker with shells and blue fire.
Logan dug a cigar out of his jacket, and lit it with a silver Zippo. "'Heiling' right in the Fuhrer's face." He said with a bark-like laugh.
Kumm looked down at the tanks firing upon their own base in dismay.
"Vat in ze hell is going on?" He asked with disgust and dismay. "Fire on ze tanks!" He commanded. "Kill ze trait-" One of the men pressed a gun into his back, cutting the general off.
The bunker shook from without. The vibrations sent chunks of the roof and walls tumbling to the ground.
Steve leapt out of the way of a giant piece of concrete as it dropped toward him. Hitler didn't have time to dodge, but instead punched the debris into a thousand smaller chunks with his suit's one remaining arm.
"You knew!" The dictator shouted. "Zomevone told you my plan, und you coordinated to destroy Germany from vithin!"
Steve shook his head. "Nope. We didn't know your plan. We didn't know anything like this would happen." He said, emphatically.
The dictator roared, and charged into another punch at Steve, but the Captain bounded nimbly out of the way.
"Zen vat?!" Hitler demanded as sweat poured down his face. "Vat is happening?"
Steve unloaded the remaining bullets in his rifle into the front window of the suit, then tossed it aside. "You stoked their hate, Adolf, just like you wanted!" He shouted over the din of shells. "They just pointed it all at you!" Steve dashed forward, jumped in the air and drop-kicked the center of the front window with his left foot. The glass shattered, and Steve braced his right foot against the metal roll cage, and backflipped away. Hitler screamed in surprise, and covered the hole in the cockpit with the hand of the remaining arm.
"You vill pay for zis!" The dictator shrieked. He pushed the machine hard, the legs screeching in protest. He leapt into the air, fired a blast from the suit's jetpack to add a burst of speed, and aimed a dropkick at Steve.
The Captain barely had time to react, but raised his shield and stood his ground. The dictator changed the angle of the suit's rockets to send him down toward Steve as fast as possible. The giant metal boot collided with Steve's shield with a screech and a clang. Steve's feet slipped beneath him, but he leaned into the blow and pushed forward with a roar of defiance.
Hitler swore, and cranked the jets up as hot as they would burn. The increased force pushed Steve back further. In a moment of desperation, Steve let go of his shield with his right hand, drew his pistol in the blink of an eye, and fired a bullet between the fingers of the mech's remaining hand, straight into the dictator's shoulder. Hitler yelped in pain, and lost concentration. He let go of the controls, and clutched at his wound as the leg shattered, and the mech flew off into a wall, where its power supply sputtered. The dictator ripped the roll cage apart with the suit's remaining arm, and clambered out, clutching his wounded shoulder with one hand.
Hitler still burned with rage as he charged towards Steve, unarmed. He roared, and threw a wild punch at the Captain. Steve didn't even have to dodge much or quickly, he side-stepped the blow, and launched a punch into the dictator's jaw, knocking the man out cold.