23:56:03 PM
The streets were silent that night- almost too quiet. The Captain and the Soldier didn't like it- this kind of quiet generally meant that shit was about to go down.
The two close comrades silently made their way up the side of a grocery and up onto the rooftop, where they perched on the edge facing the streets down below.
The Captain- the one in such a deep shade of blue his clothes were almost black- pulled the glove off his right hand and closely examined his wrist, a small smile on his face.
"You dreamin' 'bout her?" the Soldier's Brooklyn drawl drew him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah- aren't you thinkin' 'bout your soulmate?" the Captain asked, biting back a sigh of longing.
"How much longer for you?" the Soldier completely deflected his friend's question, not wanting to talk about the girl who fate had destined him to be with.
"Less than five minutes," before the answer had fully left his mouth, a somewhat quiet commotion caught their attention. It came from a few storefronts down the road, where it sounded like an alley fight was well underway.
The Captain didn't even wait for his partner- he practically dove off the roof, latching onto the rain gutter to better stabilize himself as he landed before taking off.
He reached the fight and paused in complete shock at the sight of a young woman viciously beating up a man with a baseball bat. She moved with such a fluidity that made her seem as though she was a dancer of some sorts.
"I'm gonna beat your asses so hard, your own mother won't love your face!" she seethed, giving them each a final solid whack just for good measures before reaching into the pocket of his jacket and extracting a fat wad of cash. "You should be ashamed of yourself- snitching money from a fundraiser! If I were your mother, I'd switch your ass so hard you wouldn't be able to sit straight for three months!"
"It looks like you've got everything handled here, doll," Steve chortled, leaning up against the wall to the alleyway. She jumped and whirled around, relaxing a bit at the broad figure of the Captain.
"He deserved it," she shrugged, shouldering her baseball bat once more. "So you're the Captain?"
"That's me." He couldn't help but puff his chest out in pride.
"Huh." She cocked her head to the side, the expression on her face unreadable.
He could feel the countdown on his wrist- five, four, three, two…
One.