Natasha
The snow fall the night before had covered the remaining clear areas and everything was white. The Manor was still quiet, and the candles that had been set were now out and the wax was nothing but a blob in the holder. The sun was bright, and the snow made it even brighter, even though the windows were fogged up, the Manor was bright. Natasha lay in the same position she fell asleep in, she was fit snug into the edge of the bed and her head was resting on the head board. Her coat was around her face slightly and the bright white light shined on her. She slowly opened her eyes, and she looked around, not moving. She remembered where she was and she had her hand on her pistol that was in her coat. She sat up slightly and she swallowed. The room was quiet, she let out a tired sigh and she moved her legs over to the edge of the bed. She got off of it and stood up.
She walked forward and she decided to start her search for the one thing she knew she was missing. Yeah, know that something was missing is good and all, but she had no idea what it could be, so she was expecting to tear the Manor apart. She started by pulling out the drawers to the dresser. She set them onto the floor as they were empty, she reached into the dresser and felt around for anything. Her hand rubbed against smooth wood, and she could feel nothing that was out of place. She re-checked all of it again and she sighed as she took her hand out of the dresser. She frowned and stood, she moved to the side and she gritted her teeth as she moved the dresser away from the wall. She grunted as the heavy wooden dresser skidded across the wood floor and she let go once it was away from the wall enough. She sighed and she looked behind it and there wasn't anything there either. She lightly smacked the side of the dresser and she sighed in disappointment.
She left the room alone and she walked out to the hallway, she didn't know if she would find anything, but she looked in another room, she did the same, before she knew it she had checked the other rooms and it was all the same, nothing was hidden. She decided to move on to downstairs. She walked down the large staircase and she came to the bottom and looked at the large rooms that she was about to search and tear apart. She didn't bat an eyelash as she grabbed one of the cast iron fire stokers and smacked it against a large picture frame, the glass shattered and she hit again, the glass fell to the floor, she reached up and tore the picture away and she looked at the very back of the frame, there was nothing, she pulled the frame down entirely and it broke into pieces as it hit the floor. Natasha didn't care that she was destroying things, the Manor meant nothing to her. She went and broke another frame and checked, still nothing. Natasha huffed a breath and she pulled a refrigerator over and it smacked into the floor. She looked behind it and she still found nothing.
By the time she had torn the living area apart, broke every picture frame, and ripped out every appliance, she tossed the cast iron fire stoker into the rubble. She sighed and looked around, she saw the couches and she took a deep breath and reached into her coat and pulled out a knife and she walked forward and stabbed the couch and cut into it. She pulled the innards out and tossed them away, she found nothing, just like everything else. She was starting to become frustrated and she flipped the couch, it clattered onto the floor and she looked at the under belly. She sighed in frustration and stabbed the wood. The knife stayed standing up as its blade sunk into the wood. Natasha let out a long sigh and she leaned against the wall and she crossed her arms. Maybe she wasn't going to find anything, maybe she was just supposed to find what she already found. She bite her lip slightly as she thought about what to do next. She swallowed and she closed her eyes, she had torn the downstairs apart and she destroyed the other room upstairs. She literally looked everywhere, she was about to push off the wall and walked toward the door to go back home. Then she paused and remembered the floorboards up in the bedroom and how they seemed loose. She walked toward the couch and grabbed the knife and she walked over to the ruble and grabbed the fire stoker.
She walked quickly to the stairs and climbed them, she almost ran up them as she got to the second floor. She walked down the hallway and she entered the bedroom and it was a mess. She stepped on a loose floorboard and she took the fire stoker and raised it and smacked the wood. The old wood cracked and snapped as she hit it. She took the pointed edge and she pulled the broken floorboard up and she tossed it away, there was nothing hidden underneath. She moved onto another loose floorboard, she took that out and the same, nothing. She went to the next and then the next, soon she had almost very floor board up. She raised the bent fire stoker and she looked at the large portrait that was badly represented, she held the fire stoker in the air and he looked at it, she sighed and threw the fire stoker at the portrait. It hit it and tore the linen. The fire stoker clattered onto the floor with a loud clank. She looked at the long rip and she saw something behind it that wasn't wood. She walked over to the dresser and she grunted as she pulled it over, luckily she didn't take out all the floorboards. She groaned in pain as she strained her arms as she pulled the dresser toward the portrait that hung above the fire place.
She got the dresser where she wanted it with one last huffed breath and strain of her muscles, she let out a pained sigh as she didn't waste time and climbed onto the dresser. She walked toward the portrait and pulled the linen aside. She stared at a metal box, she grabbed it and tore it away from the wall, she tossed it down to the floor and it clanked and smacked into the wood. She turned around and hopped down from the dresser and she grabbed the metal box, she walked it over to the bed and set it down. She saw a lock on it and she pulled out her pistol and fire at the lock. It broke from the bullet and she put the pistol down next to the box on the mattress, she pulled the lock away and opened the box. She didn't know what she was about to find, her eyes widened as she saw what was in the box, it was a single piece of paper that had large writing on it. Hello Natalia, Yelena.
Natasha looked up from the box and she heard a click and she grabbed her pistol as a bullet flew through the wall and hit the bed and sent foam and fabric up into the air. She moved and another bullet hit next to her, Natasha dove onto the floor and bullets fired through the walls and hit the other wall. She crawled as bullets and shattering materials flew above her. Natasha kept her eyes down so splintering wood wouldn't hit her eyes, she crawled toward the fire place the bullets were never ending as they kept tearing through the walls. Natasha got to the dresser and she moved alongside it as bullets hit the dresser just above her. Natasha's heart was pounding and she couldn't do anything but stay low.
Natasha heard the gunfire cease and she looked at the wall and it was riddled with holes. Natasha aimed her pistol and fired out of the wall and then the gunfire continued. Natasha covered her face "Fuck" she said out loud. The gunfire never ended, she fired back, and she reloaded her pistol quickly and kept firing. She knew she had to get out of the room, she heard the gunfire cease and she took the risk and got up and ran for the door. The gunfire continued as she got to the door and he dove to the floor and the bullets missed her. Natasha was now in the hallway and then bullets came out of the walls again and she crawled toward the stairs. Wood splintered out and riddle the floor, Natasha kept moving as more hit her. She got the stairs and she moved down them as well, she forgot about the windows that looked over the stairway, bullets came through the glass and it the top of the staircase and went down toward her. Natasha pulled herself forward and she fell down the stairs as bullets followed her.
She hit the steps and slammed down on the floor. She groaned in pain as her side ached. She got up and ran out of view as bullets kept firing at her. Natasha sunk to the floor and held her pistol close, was she ever going to run out of bullets!
Natasha blind fired around the corner and she heard the gunfire continue, Natasha decided to save bullets and she stopped firing. She went to move and then another barrage of bullets came on the other side of the Manor and Natasha dove and a bullet grazed her leg. Natasha grunted in pain as her leg burned and stung. Natasha got to her feet and ran for the door, bullets followed behind her and she got to the door and a grenade landed next to her. Her eyes widened and she opened the door and closed it as the grenade exploded. The door blew outward and Natasha went with it, the shockwave tossed her back and she hit the large stone railing and hit the large snow covered steps.
She gasped for air as she couldn't breathe, she pushed through and stood up and ran for the path and she dove to the ground and rolled, she heard a twig snap and she fired at whoever it was. Yelena got behind a tree and quickly responded with more gunfire. Natasha was already, moving before she fired and she dove over a fallen tree and rolled down the small hill. She hit the bottom and she grimaced as she pushed herself to her feet. She looked up and she saw a barrel come over the edge of the trunk and she ran as Yelena saw her running and fired at her. Natasha glanced back and fired at her, Yelena ceased fore for enough time for Natasha to change direction and take a right toward the Quinjet. Yelena peered over the trunk and fired at the red hair that was easily visible from the bright white snow.
Natasha got to the Quinjet and she walked up into it and fired as he did. Yelena couldn't move forward, Natasha fired as she got to the pilot seat and she turned the Quinjet on. The engine rumbled to life and she pulled the controls and the Quinjet lifted into the air. Yelena gritted her teeth and fired as her last chance to hit her showed itself. Natasha hit the auto pilot for New York, and a bullet hit her in the chest. Natasha gasped as blood squirted out and spattered onto the floor. The ramp sealed and the Quinjet shot forward, she gasped as he fell to the floor and her chest burned as the blood leaked out. She put her hand to the wound and her warm blood flowed over her fingers and she moved and smacked a button and it called the facility.
Someone answered it and they looked around as they couldn't see anyone "Natasha?" Sam asked
Natasha reached up and pulled herself up so she was visible, Sam saw her and his eyes widened "We're coming" he said and he disappeared. Natasha let go of the pilot seat and fell back and hit the floor. Her eyes slowly closed as she grabbed her coat and pressed it into her chest to stop the bleeding, it was through and through, she knew it hit nothing vital, but that never stopped anyone dying from blood loss. She grimaced as the pressure hurt, she used the last of her strength and she pulled herself to her feet and she found her pistol and she grabbed it. She grabbed a bullet and she pulled the bullet out and she stuck into her wound and it covered the small hole that was leaking blood. She did her best and grabbed another bullet and tuck it into the back of her chest and she grimaced and fell back onto the floor and she laid there and her eyes were dim and she felt herself slipping away and her last thought was about Steve as she closed her eyes.
Steve
Four hours before…
New York seemed to be extra busy today as it was almost mid-day when Steve woke up. He was lying on his side as he opened his eyes to the empty side of the bed. He sat up and he felt his arm was asleep. He squeezed his hand as he stood up. He rubbed his eyes and yawned, he went into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror as he splashed water onto his face. He grabbed the towel hanging to the side and he leaned forward and dried his face. He grabbed his toothbrush and put toothpaste on it and started to brush his teeth. He spit and rinsed the brush and began to rinse his mouth. He put the toothbrush away and he pulled off his boxers, he walked into the shower and turned on the water.
He felt the water splash forward and smack against his chest, it was cold for a second then it was hot, steam began to rise off of the floor and him. He put his head under the water and closed his eyes. He exhaled as water flowed down his head and fell down his face. The water moved as a single wave down his back. He put his head up and water dripped off his hair as he grabbed the shampoo. He squeezed some into his hand and began to wash his hair. He scrubbed his scalp and he kept his eyes closed, he steadily breathed, relaxed. He just took his time in the warm morning water. He put his head back and the water touched it again and moved in and got the foam out. It fell back and moved down his back in a strange smooth motion, the warm water pushed it away as it took over. Steve used his hands to get the rest out, he grabbed a bar of soap and began to wash his body. He was done and he rinsed the soap from his body. He turned the water off and stood in the shower for a minute or two. He rubbed his eyes as he stood there.
He turned and opened the glass door and grabbed his towel and began to dry himself off as he walked out of the bathroom. He rubbed it through his hair as he reached the closet. He opened the door and looked at his clothes. He grabbed a long sleeve shirt, he put it over his head. He grabbed a pair of boxers out of the dresser and he put them on, he grabbed his pants and slipped them on. He had his socks on the bed and his shoes were below them. He put the socks on and he put his feet into his shoes and tied them.
He grabbed a coat and he walked out of the room and toward the kitchen. He entered the kitchen and opened the fridge, he reached in after inspecting the contents and he found a loaf of bread. He pulled it out and untwisted the small orange wire wrap. He grabbed a plate and he set it down next to the loaf of bread. He grabbed eight pieces and put them on the plate. He did his best so they weren't laying on the counter. He grabbed some jelly that was in the fridge. He found some peanut butter in one of the cabinets. He opened the drawer that was full of silver wear. He pulled out a butter knife and began to make his peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. When he was finished making his breakfast, he out everything away and he grabbed the plate with the stacked sandwiches.
He walked over to the dining room table and put the plate down, he sat down and began to eat. He sat there eating and he listened to the silence of the apartment. He hadn't had time to listen to nothing, he was usually busy from waking up till he fell asleep. He was enjoying his time alone, he would have liked it a little more if Natasha was there with him, but he knew why she was gone and he supported her in it, he just missed her. He finished his food and walked the plate over to the sink to rinse off the spilled jelly and crumbs. He ran the plate under the water, he put the plat onto the counter and he walked over to the fridge again and grabbed the gallon of milk, he looked at it and he was in luck, the milk expires two days after today. He poured the rest of it into a glass and he drank it all. He hadn't had a simple breakfast like that in a while, he usually was cooking some extravagant meal.
He cleaned up after himself and wash the used dishes and dried them, he put them away and he left the kitchen looking spotless. He grabbed his coat that he had set down and he put it on. He shifted slightly so the coat was comfortable and he grabbed his keys. He walked out of his apartment and locked the door. He made his way to the elevator and the floor creaked under his feet slightly. He pressed the down button and waited for the elevator. After the steel box came up to his floor and the doors slid open, he stepped in and hit the bottom floor. His feet felt the movement of the elevator and he felt it stop and the doors opened. He walked out and left the building and climbed onto his Harley, he had been meaning to get his truck fixed, but he never got around to it. He drove the motorcycle forward and he was preparing himself for what he was going to do. He hadn't talked to them for three years, he actually felt a bit nervous. He didn't know why, it wasn't like they were going to judge him or anything.
The more he drove the less amount of buildings there were, soon he was surrounded by grass and a long strip of a single road. He passed grave stones upon grave stones. He came to where he wanted to be and parked the Harley and turned it off. He climbed off of it and stood in the cold morning air and stared at the grave stones around him. He frowned slightly as he walked into the snow covered ground. Snowflakes were lightly flowing in the breeze. Steve felt a part of him want to turn around and walk away. He kept moving forward as he found two old grave stones. They were side by side, the same height, but one looked older than the other, but not by much. Steve walked around and he stood before them, he stared at the two grave stones and the names written upon them. Joseph Rogers, loving husband and father. Sarah Rogers, Beloved wife, and mother.
Steve felt his throat tighten slightly and he knelt down before them, he took a few deep breaths and he stared at the snow. He smiled slightly and he looked up at the grave stones and the names upon them. He nodded and lowered his head again, a part of him knew he should be right next to them, but he wasn't. He was still here, and they weren't. He looked at his father's grave stone "Hey Pa" he said softly, he lowered his eyes and sniffed "I know it's been a while" Steve looked back up and his eyes were stern and his lips were thin. "I should have done this a while ago, sorry it took such a long time. I…I…I'm ok, I know you always worried about me, but…" he nodded "I'm good. I wish you were here" he said with his throat tightening as he spoke. He shifted slightly and put his hand in the snow and grabbed a handful. He let it fall away from his hand "I should have listened more, I always worried you, I remember you telling me to be careful, in my state…" he paused and his throat hurt "In my state I could get hurt easily" he stopped talking and stared at his father's name. He put his hand forward and he rested it on his father's name. He nodded and looked at his mother, he smiled slightly and held back tears "I haven't forgotten about you Ma, no, just different words need to be spoken" he nodded and his throat loosened. "I uh…miss you" Steve spoke and his throat tightened again and his nose itched slightly and tears came to his eyes. He smiled sadly and his lips trembled slightly "I miss you, so much." He swallowed "You'll be happy to hear that I'm not alone" he chuckled as more tears filled his eyes. "I've met a group of people that mean a lot to me, you'd like them, they're interesting" he smiled a she thought about everyone. His mind drifted to Natasha, he sighed "Ma, uh, you'll be happy to know that I found someone" he stopped as he took a breath "She's…she's. Her name is Natasha, you always did like that name" tears fell down his cheeks as he looked at his mother's name. He sniffed and wiped his nose slightly "I love her, I wish you guys could have met her, she's a little modern" he said chuckling "But she's brilliant, she's my best friend, she's my…my." He sighed "She's the woman I love. I know you always wanted me to find someone, and I did. I'm ok, and I miss both of you" he clenched his jaw as more tears fell down his face.
He sniffed and he remembered one morning when he was making breakfast with his mother, he smiled "Ma, you remember that one morning when you complained about how we cooked" he laughed softly "yeah, you'd be happy to know that the food is better here" he laughed loudly and it quickly died and he fell silent. He swallowed "I just wanted to give you guys a heads up, I'm getting married, not now, but eventually. I'm busy at the moment" he nodded and exhaled and he took a long breath "I'll see you guys later, love you both, hope you're both happy" he felt more tears and he got off his knee and sat back and he rested his hands on his knees as they were close to his chest. He closed his eyes and cried quietly for a few minutes, he looked up and he sniffed and wiped the tears from his eyes. He nodded "I would love to stay and chat, but, I have to go to work"
Steve got to his feet and he put both his hands on their grave stones and he took a deep breath and walked away. He went back to the Harley and climbed onto it, he turned it on and it rumbled to life. He smirked as he thought about his father would have a fit if he saw him on one of these. He laughed slightly and drove off back toward the city.
Tony
The morning had come and it had taken forever. Tony and Peter had stayed up all night going over information, Tony didn't know there was that much too just find one guy. He was standing at the computer and he rubbed his eyes. He looked over and Peter was sleeping with his head on the desk, buried in papers. Tony reached over and grabbed his mug of coffee and brought it to his mouth. He went to drink, but there wasn't any, he sighed and looked at the empty mug. He groaned slightly "Right" he said and placed the mug down.
Peter murmured something as he slept. Tony glanced over and he grabbed a clumped up piece of paper and threw it at him. Peter moved his hand and caught the paper, his eyes opened. He yawned and he let the paper drop to the floor and he closed his eyes and feel back asleep. Tony yawned and decided to catch a little sleep himself. He sat down and leaned back in a chair and closed his eyes.
They may have been asleep, but leave it to New York to never stop. The sun had moved up a little higher, but not much. They were both asleep, Peter had moved and eh was sleeping on the ceiling, his body was against it and Tony was still leaning back in a chair and he was softly snoring. The lab doors opened and footsteps stopped as they saw the two dead to the world. Pepper smirked at the two, she walked over and grabbed a large stack of papers and walked over to Tony, she slammed them down on the table next to him. He shot up "It wasn't me, you can't prove it" he said and he sniffed and blinked. He saw Pepper there and he stretched his jaw slightly "Potts?"
Pepper smiled "Worked all night?"
Tony yawned "Yeah, just getting some shut eye"
Pepper looked at Peter, she frowned "Kind of impressive"
Tony looked at Peter "Well, he can stick to most surfaces"
Pepper walked over toward Peter and she spoke loudly "Parker!"
Peter opened his eyes and moved and fell off the ceiling and hit the floor. Tony chuckled and Pepper rested her hands on her hips, Peter groaned as he pushed himself off the floor "An alarm would have been fine to"
"Not my style" Pepper said
Peter got to his feet and stretched his back "Well, just peacefully wake me up next time, please"
Pepper nodded "I won't yell next time" she walked away.
Peter nodded and he sighed then he frowned "Wait, what else might you do?" he called after her.
Pepper already left as Peter stood there with a confounded look on his face. Tony laughed softly "Don't worry, she doesn't bite"
Peter nodded, "Much" Tony added.
Peter looked at him, he rubbed his eyes "Anything about the Niko dude?"
Tony rolled his shoulders and walked over to the screen and looked "No, damn it"
Peter gasped "Swear jar"
Tony looked at him and frowned "Put it on my bill"
Peter shrugged and walked toward him and stood next to him and he saw a picture of Niko. Peter's eyes went wide "He's an ugly motherfuc…" Peter began to say and Tony looked at him, Peter rubbed his head "He's unfortunate looking" he changed his wording
"Don't make me call Aunt May"
Peter's face turned white "Come on, really, still using that one"
"It always works" Tony said and began to sift through the information. Peter stepped away and he walked over to his desk, his suit was laying on it. He remembered the cameras and he turned around "Oh, I need to show you something"
Tony looked up from the screen "What?"
Peter grabbed his bag and walked forward and pulled out cameras "I have something that maybe of interest"
Tony took one of the cameras and looked at them "What?"
"Well you heard about the warehouse right?"
Tony nodded like it was a no brainer, Peter continued "Well I didn't do it" he defended himself
Tony frowned "I know that you dummy"
"Ok, Last night I was camped out at the waterfront and I was waiting on to see if someone was at the waterfront"
Tony looked at him and waited for more, Peter looked at him and noticed what he wanted "Well I saw a guy, and he had a gun and you know looked all intimidating"
Tony looked at the cameras "Which one has him on it?"
Peter grabbed the one and switched the one in Tony's hands with that one. "Here, take a look"
Tony turned on the camera and watched the video, he saw a dark and abandoned warehouse, at least that's what it looked like. Tony kept watching as time went by, he fast forward it and he saw the warehouse door open, eh played it as normal and watched as a man walked out and he looked around, he reached into his coat and pulled out a silenced pistol. Tony swallowed as he watched the video, he saw the man walk back into the warehouse. He turned off the camera "How do you know he did it?"
"Well I don't, but he is at the waterfront and he has a gun, he's the only one who would have heard the gunfire earlier that night."
"All you have is a video"
"Yeah, but it's kind of a no brainer, it has to be him"
Tony handed him the camera "You need more"
Peter frowned "Like I need the inside of the warehouse?"
"Yeah"
Peter nodded "Ok" he turned back toward his suit. Tony frowned "You're leaving now?"
"Yeah, need to clear my name"
Tony sighed "Just be careful ok"
"You got it"
Peter disappeared and Tony exhaled sharply, he hoped the kid didn't get himself killed. He turned back toward the screen and continued with the information.
Bucky
Steve wasn't at the facility for the morning, so Bucky was in his office instead of him. He was sitting at the desk and he had just got done talking to Gerald, Bucky wasn't in a very good mood either. Gerald hadn't been able to get anything on Niko, by how it seemed, Niko was in the wind and he was going to stay that way for a while. The length of time is what interested Bucky the most, what could he, possibly be doing, he was shot and he fell down a cliff into frozen water. Bucky rubbed his eyes, Niko is probably healing and planning, like he usually is. Bucky looked up at the door to the office opened. He sat up slightly in the chair, Vision had walked in and he wasn't wearing his usual get-up, Bucky frowned "Vision?"
Vision walked forward and he was in normal clothes, he looked a little uncomfortable, interesting for a robot. Wanda appeared behind him, and Bucky leaned slightly to the right and she was looking at him, waiting for his reaction. "Well Vision, if you're skin wasn't maroon, you'd look human"
Vision slightly smirked "Well at least I am learning to use the door." He said calmly
Wanda chuckled slightly "Trying to get him used to acting like a human, opening doors instead of phasing through them." She said giving him a look.
He looked down at her "I apologize for earlier, I did not know you were changing"
Bucky laughed softly "Only if you had X-ray vision, Vision" he said with a smile.
Vision smiled, but didn't laugh "Wanda wanted to use someone for a reaction to the regular clothes"
Bucky nodded "Not bad"
Vison smiled and nodded and looked down at himself "It feels odd" he said feeling the fabric of the shirt he was wearing.
Wanda took his hand "This way, someone else wants to talk to him" she said looking at the door.
Bucky looked past them and saw Hill leaning against the doorway "No, take your time" she said lightly.
Wanda and Vision left the office and Hill walked forward after laughing quietly. She heard the doors close and Bucky stood. He walked around the desk and he met her halfway and pulled her into a hug and kissed her. Hill smiled "Well, maybe I should walk in more often"
Bucky smiled "What is it?" he asked
Hill sighed "Niko is officially in the wind, we can't find him"
"It's only been a day" Bucky added
Hill shrugged "Yeah, but usually by now we find something. This time, we haven't found a damn thing"
Bucky let go of her and sat down on the edge of the desk "Well, that's just great"
Hill watched as Bucky lowered his head and stooped his shoulders "Hey" she said and sat down next to him "We'll find him, Gerald just needs to get…the right…yeah I was going to try and say something witty, but I got nothing"
Bucky laughed "Gerald just needs to keep trying, he'll find him. He could find anyone" he looked at her and placed his real hand on her thigh. Hill sighed and she took his metal hand in hers. Bucky smirked slightly as he felt her hand against it, but he didn't know exactly what it felt like. "We'll get through this" she said
"Yeah, but what will happen before we do that?" Bucky said and he sighed, he wasn't exactly enthusiastic.
"Niko is planning something, all we have to do is make it through that"
"Yeah, but it's what he's got planned, that bothers me"
"Niko had made plans before but he fails every time" Hill said with a frown.
Bucky nodded "Yeah, but that doesn't make not a threat, also he's been playing it safe"
"Safe, you think taking on the Avengers is playing it safe?"
"All I'm saying is that Niko has this organization and we know so little about it, all we have is his and Alexie's boastful conversations about it"
"Niko says he's going to do a lot of things"
"Yeah, but Alexie told me something when I interrogated him"
Hill frowned "What'd he say?"
"He used a movie thing, but anyway. He said that all of this was just the previews that the main even hasn't happened yet"
"What is the main event?"
"Niko calls it the grand plan"
"Well I call it just a bunch of shit"
Bucky smirked slightly "All I'm saying is that we should be prepared if it gets worse"
Hill nodded "Ok, we can do that"
Bucky felt her hand touch his thigh and she leaned forward, he leaned into her and he lightly kissed her. Hill relished in his touch, she exhaled "Well, I need to get back to work" she said and the door opened.
Bucky saw Steve walked in "Hey, you're back"
Steve nodded "yeah, and ready to get to work"
Hill stood and walked toward the door "I'll leave you boys alone"
Natasha
Present time…
She was lying on the floor of the Quinjet and she knew that she had closed her eyes. She could feel her chest as it ached, she forced her eyes to open and she was still on the floor. She moved her hand and tried to push herself up, but her chest shot pain up and down her body and she stopped and just laid on the floor. She was breathing slowly and she didn't know how much blood she'd lost. She looked around and she could see that she was lying in a pool of her own blood. She felt her heart start to beat even faster as she realized that she might die. She felt her eyes burn with tears as she tried to move again, but her chest just stung and burned and pain hit her head and her feet and her back. She stopped and exhaled as she laid there. She felt her tears fall down her face and she sniffed as she mind was going a mile a minute.
She pushed herself up again and she grimaced as the pain was almost too much, she fought through it and she pushed her self over and she landed on her back. She grunted loudly and she stared up at the ceiling. She didn't want to die, not like this. She hoped to God that Sam got there quickly. She didn't see how, she was in Moscow and he was in New York. She knew that Quinjets could get placed faster than other aircrafts, but she didn't know how long she had been out or where the Quinjet was. She sobbed softly, not making a sound as she pictured Steve in his apartment, just sitting at his desk and looking useless and he had a picture in front of him and it was of her and it had the large red words Deceased. She closed her eyes and she didn't want that to happen, not to him. She tried to turn over again, but her chest hurt too much, she laid there and stared up at the metal ceiling and she sighed as she knew that she was looking at the last thing she was ever going to see. A metal ceiling as she died, alone, on the floor of a goddamn Quinjet. With help on the way, but when they got there, she would be dead. She could see it now, Sam coming in and seeing her lying motionless on the floor with her eyes still open, but she was unblinking and cold. She felt more tears fall down her face as she sobbed softly.
She exhaled and heard a loud thump and she stopped sobbing and frowned. She tried to look around, but she was just so tired. She wanted to close her eyes and sleep. She felt the Quinjet come to a halted stop. She slid across the floor and she smacked into the wall lightly, she heard a loud sound that seemed to be metal bending. She was in a good angle and she could see the ramp that was closed shut, she saw a dent suddenly appear. She could picture Steve hitting it has hard as he could, but failing and finding her dead. Or worse eh would get through and she would die saying something to him. He heard another loud smack and clang and two more dents appeared. Natasha moved her shaking hand across the floor of the Quinjet and she tried to hold onto something, but she couldn't.
Another loud smack and the metal bent inward and opened slightly and the sound of roaring wind entered the silent Quinjet. Natasha could hear yelling, but it was distorted, everything was becoming fuzzy. She slowly blinked and another hole appeared in the metal ramp. She tried to breathe as she wheezed and she slowly blinked, her eyes were so heavy, she just wanted to keep them closed. Suddenly the ramp ripped open and someone was yelling in effort as the metal bent away to the sides. She blinked and her vision was so fuzzy and dark, she saw the person who ripped the ramp open run forward and there hand moved in front of her and she closed her eyes.
Bucky
Two Hours before…
Hill left the office and Steve and Bucky were alone. Steve walked toward the seat and he slowly sat down. He turned on his computer and he put his hand on his chin. Bucky looked at him 'hear from Natasha?"
"No, she should be back tomorrow"
Bucky nodded and got off the edge of the desk, he took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. He leaned back and he looked at his metal hand "Steve?"
Steve looked at him "Yeah Buck?"
Bucky frowned "How's Peggy?"
Steve was quiet and he sighed "Good, well I haven't seen her for a while"
"Busy"
"Yeah" Steve said with a nod.
"How was she when you last saw her?"
"Happy"
Bucky nodded "How would she react to seeing me?"
Steve looked at him "I'm not sure that's a good idea"
Bucky looked down and nodded "I thought so". Steve frowned, Bucky looked hurt. "I just thought maybe I could see someone form the time that I was Bucky" Bucky added.
Steve frowned "You are Bucky"
"Yeah, but not the Bucky from the forties"
"I don't know, I see him in there"
Bucky smiled "Thanks, but really. I try to be like that Bucky, but I can't"
"You're not that Bucky, things have happened, you've changed, but you're not the Winter Soldier anymore"
Bucky nodded "I know, just, I feel like I am not going to succeed at being Bucky"
"It's not a game Buck" Steve said
Bucky nodded "yeah, but…I stopped being me such a long time ago, I can't even remember who that was"
Steve sighed and leaned forward, his hands came together "Bucky, listen. I'm not asking you to be Bucky, I asking you to be who you really are, and you are Bucky, just not the forties version. I get it, things have happened that have changed you, but do not think for a second that you're a cold heartless assassin"
Bucky nodded "I remember all my targets" he said
Steve sat back in his chair, Bucky looked at him and his eyes seemed distant. "I killed JFK" he said quietly
Steve sighed and kept his eyes on him, Bucky continued "I killed Howard and Maria Stark" he said and he looked away from him. Steve felt like someone had hit him in the chest, he sighed "You killed Howard?"
Bucky pierced his lips together "Yeah"
"Who else knows this?"
"Gerald, and Hill, but now so do you"
Steve nodded "When did you kill him?"
"I caused the car crash in 1991, then I burned them in their car"
Steve looked down and he took a deep breath, he really wanted to hit Bucky right now, but his mind just went to the fact that it wasn't him. Hydra had ripped him out and trapped him in his own mind, they forced him to do it. He took a deep breath "Ok, so what now?"
"I would like it if you just kept it quiet"
Steve nodded "Tony has the right to know, but he didn't leave Howard on good terms. He accepted that it happened, no need to hurt him even more about it"
Bucky nodded "Ok, well can we move on from this depressing topic?"
"Sure" Steve smiled "So when are you and Hill getting married?"
"The date is undecided"
Steve nodded and smiled "Same with Nat and I"
Bucky nodded with a smile "Well, we are busy people"
Steve sighed "Clint said that maybe we should have a double wedding, secret though"
Bucky shrugged "I would have to run that by Maria"
"Yeah, just a thought though"
Bucky smiled "It's a good thought, we're both engaged would you look at that"
"Yeah"
Bucky tilted his head "I did get engaged before you though"
Steve sighed "You're going to pull that card, the conversation we had all those years ago, that you would get engaged before me"
Bucky laughed "Well it happened"
Steve shook his head "Well then, I owe you another drink"
Bucky chuckled and stood "And don't forget it" he went to leave
Steve chuckled "When have I ever done that?" he called after him
Bucky looked at him as he opened the door "Good point" he left and Steve shook his head and smiled. He looked at his computer and he took a deep breath and he looked over and saw a fresh stack of reports. He lowered his head and sighed as he knew that he would have to read them.
Peter
The city was vibrant today, and it was slightly warmer, so that meant more people were out walking about. The police were still hot on the lookout for Spider Man. Luckily, they weren't looking at the waterfront. Peter was sitting on the crane that he was on the night before. He watched the warehouse closely and he just kept an eye out, he didn't know if the guy was still in there. Peter glanced at another warehouse, then back at the one with the guy in it. He didn't want to sit there all day, but he also didn't want to get shot again.
He put his hand on his head and he felt a nice cold breeze, he took a deep breath. He was going to risk it, he stood up from his crouched position and he jumped down. He fired a web and swung past four large crates and he landed on a container. He ran across it and fired a web and it hit the crane above him, he pulled himself up as he swung and he flew to the roof of the warehouse. He rolled and stayed in his crouched position. He looked around as he found his footing, he stood and slowly walked toward a sky light. Peter stood above it and he crouched down and grabbed the edges and he did his best not to make too much noise. He gritted his teeth as he pulled on it. He felt the skylight give and he pulled it off. Peter almost fell backwards but he stopped himself, he held the metal in his hand and lightly put it down. Peter stood and he looked down into the hole and he saw that there wasn't a chain platform like there was in the other one. He grabbed the edge of the hole and fell down the hole, he angled himself and he came to the left and hit the ceiling and he placed his hands on it and he stayed upside down. He looked around and he couldn't see anyone, he looked for about a few minutes before let took his hands away and fell down to the ground. He landed on his feet and stood in the center of the warehouse. Peter nodded as he was in and no one was home, he had no idea what the guy was doing, but at least he had time to sift through his stuff.
Peter walked toward a table and it was covered in guns, but there was a noticeable section that was gone. He grabbed one of the guns and looked at it. He shrugged and put it back, he glanced over and looked at another table that was up on one ended and pointed toward the ceiling. He saw that it was empty. He walked over to it and noticed that there were small hooks that something clearly hung onto it. He sighed and he put his hand on the table and it moved, it began to fall over and he put his hands up as it smashed into the floor. The loud clang echoed throughout the warehouse and Peter looked around and no one was coming in. He exhaled in relief and he turned around, he saw a large board with a map on it. Peter frowned as soon as he saw it. He walked toward it, he looked at map of New York, and he saw lines on it that pointed to circles on certain streets. He looked to the right and he saw three pictures, it was Captain America, Winter Soldier, and Black Widow. There was a knife in Steve's head, Peter almost ran forward and he stopped before he knocked it over he pulled the knife out and he looked at the map and he saw a large circle and he saw a time on it. He frowned and he saw it: 1000 hours. Peter tilted his head: eleven o'clock. He got to the waterfront early it wasn't eleven though. Peter couched slightly "FRIDAY?" he asked
"Yes Peter?" she said
"What time is it?"
There wasn't even a pause "Ten thirty-two, why?"
Peter felt his heart jump, he looked up at the skylight and he fired a web and pulled himself up. He flew through the hole and landed on the roof. Peter ran as fast as he could and fired a web and swung toward the street that was circled. A guy with gun was going there, and he had to stop him. Peter jumped past a large fence and landed on a building, he rolled and came up running. He fired a web and launched himself into the air, he flipped and fired another web, and he swung to the right. He let go and flew toward a building, he put his feet forward and ran across the side and leapt off and flew forward like a bullet and fired a web and kept himself going, he had to get to that street.
Bucky
Bucky had entered the Operations room and everyone was in there, he found Sam and walked over to him. "What do you got?"
Sam looked at him "Not much" he walked past Bucky and looked at another computer. Bucky followed him "Anything?"
Sam looked up at him and he saw the helpless look on his face "Nothing, Niko is gone and we can't find him, and right now, is a very bad time"
Bucky agreed with him on that, he went to Rhodey as he was typing. Rhodey looked at him "Came to help?"
"It seems that there really isn't anything I can do"
Rhodey sighed "Yeah, sorry"
"What for?"
"I just know how Niko is with you and I'm sorry we can't find the bastard"
Bucky shrugged "He'll show up eventually, just keep an eye out for any random shooting or explosions, that's how I caught got onto his trail last time"
Rhodey nodded "Got it"
Bucky went to leave when a loud beep came, he turned and he looked at the large screen and there was a call incoming. It was shown as urgent. Sam walked over and he waited for who it was. He looked at the screen it was coming from a Quinjet "It's Natasha" he said looking back at Bucky.
Bucky put his hand son his hips and he waited for the screen to light up and Natasha's face would be there. The screen lit up, but no one was visible, Natasha wasn't in frame. Sam frowned "Natasha?"
Bucky stared at the screen and he saw a bloody hand grab the pilot seat and Natasha came into frame and bullet wound was in her chest. He almost ran forward, but he kept his feet from moving. Sam's eyes widened "We're coming" he said and looked at Rhodey "Coordinates"
Bucky watched Natasha fall back and he closed his eyes, he heard Rhodey say them and he walked away. "Sam come on, my Quinjet is faster" Bucky said
Sam followed him and they both ran toward the exit. They ran outside and Bucky's Quinjet was sitting there, Bucky ran up the ramp and Sam followed. Bucky climbed into the pilot seat and he clipped himself in and turned the Quinjet's engines on, it roared to life and he made it slowly lift of the ground. The ramp sealed shut and Sam stood behind him, he had grabbed his pack and was putting it on. Bucky hit the thrusters and the Quinjet shot forward, Bucky hit the after burners and the Quinjet shot forward again, Bucky was pushed back into his seat and Sam held onto the railing on the sealing tightly. "Hold on" Bucky said
"Now you tell me" Sam said through a groan.
Bucky shrugged slightly as he got used to the G-force. The Quinjet shot through clouds and white lines of the Jetstream followed behind it. Bucky saw that they were almost there, good thing Natasha's Quinjet was going fast as well. Bucky kept his hands on the controls and he reached for a button, Sam looked at him "What is that?"
"An extra afterburner"
Sam gripped the railing tighter and Bucky hit it, the engines fired even more and the Quinjet shot forward and it made a loud boom as it broke the barrier of sound. Bucky saw the radar and they were going to be on Natasha's Quinjet soon, eh slowed down and he saw the little dot was right on them, he turned the Quinjet sharply and he dodged the Quinjet and he hit the thruster and shot after it. Sam almost puked as his stomach turned, he held back the vomit and he exhaled heavily. Bucky stared determinately at the back of the Quinjet, he flipped up and button and he quickly turned the Quinjet around and he pressed the button. A large cable fired out and hit the back of Natasha's Quinjet, eh put the brakes on and he pulled the Quinjet to a stop and he felt a jerk and he was stopped, he smacked the button for hover and he unclipped himself from the seat. He got up and walked toward the ramp, Sam followed him. Bucky looked at him "Sam just keep an eye on me in case I fall"
"What are you doing?"
"Saving Natasha" he smacked the manual release button and the ramp opened, cold air filled the cabin and he took a dee breath, the Quinjet was right on the other their back were touching. Bucky walked out onto the ramp and he put his hand forward and placed it on the other Quinjet's ramp. He put his metal hand into a fist and punched the ramp, it dented inward. He hit it again and he again. The ramp dented inward more, he put in extra strength and he punched the ramp again and it ripped open slightly. Bucky put both his hands into the opening and strained to pull it open. He let go and he put his hand back and he yelled in effort and pulled the ramp apart, the metal cut into his hands, and blood fell down the metal and he yelled and pulled the ramp apart. He saw Natasha lying on the floor and a large pool of blood was next to her. He ran forward ad he saw her eyes close and he pulled her forward, he put his fingers on her neck and he didn't feel a pulse. His heart dropped and he refused to hear it and he flexed his metal hand and he saw the pads come out and he placed it on her chest and shocked her. Nothing. He shocked her again, nothing. He yelled and smacked her chest with his real hand and shocked her again. Natasha's eyes opened and she gasp for air and she looked up at Bucky and she mumbled a word "Steve?"
Bucky reached under her and picked her up and ran back toward his Quinjet. He gave her to Sam and he put her on a cot in the corner. Bucky quickly got into the pilot seat and unhooked the cable from the other Quinjet and it shot forward, leaving them behind. Bucky hit the thrusters as the ramp closed and the Quinjet shot after the other and quickly passed it. Bucky swallowed and he looked back at Natasha and she was looking around, she couldn't find Steve.
New York
The city was awake and Sean stood on the side of the street, he was waiting for a busy time in the day and he found it at eleven. He stared at all the people that walked past him, they didn't even notice him. He watched a mother and her newborn son walked past him. He looked down at the ground and he felt a pang of guilt, but he knew what he was doing and why he was doing it. He took a deep breath and walked away from the side of the building and he stepped out into the street. He got honked at as all the cars stopped and they just watched him. Everyone on the street stopped to watch the idiot in the middle of the street. Sean got to the middle and he opened his coat and he pulled out a rifle and he heard people scream and start to run away and he fired at them. Bullets hit the large crowd on the sidewalk and blood and flesh sprayed into the air. Sean aimed at the cars in front and shot all the drivers, eh reloaded his rifle and walked forward. People ran over each other trying to get away, he kept his face like stone and fired at them. He got past the first line of cars on the road and everyone was running away, he fired at them. He didn't let up as bullets tore through cars and hit people. He saw someone on their phone and she popped four into their chest. Sean reloaded the rifle and cocked it back, he aimed and fired at people running for a café. He got closer and he reached into his coat and pulled a grenade out and cooked it. He dropped the pin and tossed it through the café window and it exploded. Dust and glass shit outward and hit other people running past. The shockwave knocked them to the ground. Sean walked onto the sidewalk and fired at them. Someone was trying to drag someone away, he shot them in the gut and walked over them.
Sean didn't react to anything, he just kept firing at them. Blood poured onto the sidewalk and soaked into the snow. He kept the rifle still and he shot a group of people hiding and he turned and saw a woman with her sin running away. He aimed at her and fired, bullet hit her and her son and they both hit the street and blood poured onto the road. Sean turned around and he saw people on the other side of the street and he fired at them. He was taking people out without hesitation and had had no feeling about it. He heard sirens in the distance and he walked back into the road. He kicked a car and it slid across the road and smacked a car and both flipped onto the sidewalk and one landed on someone. Sean kicked another car and it flipped onto its side and slid across the road, there was a large patch of nothing and he saw police cruisers heading toward him. He aimed at the people on the sidewalk and fired at them till he ran out of bullets.
The cops saw the massacre happing before them and they saw the man responsible drop his rifle and stand still, staring at them. Sean pushed his coat off and pulled his shield off his back and stood ready. People caught him on camera and the cops could see his suit and how he looked lie Captain America. The cops stopped and they got out of their cars and aimed at him. Sean walked toward them "Put your hands up!" they yelled
Sean didn't stop and they fired at him, he put up the shield and blocked the barrage of bullets. The cops kept firing at him and his shield started to dent, he got close and lung forward, he grabbed one and pulled him through the door window. He threw him back and he hit the street and his neck snapped. Sean blocked a few bullets and he kicked him into the car and punched him in the face, breaking his neck. Sean grabbed on and took his pistol away from him and shot him with the entire clip. The cops scattered as they kept firing at him. A bullet hit Sean in the chest, but he kept moving. The cop stared at him and Sean punched him in the chest and his entire body cavity crushed inward and his heart exploded.
Peter landed on the roof and he heard gunfire, he looked down and eh saw the guy dressed like Captain America ad he was killing police left and right. Peter jumped down and fired a web, eh swung forward and put his feet forward. Sean saw him and blocked him and Peter flew away and hit the car, he got up quickly and stood before him "Wow, you take cosplay way to seriously"
Sean walked forward and Peter punched him in the face, Sean blocked a kick and smacked peter with his shield and he hit the care. Peter groaned "You're strong" he jumped forward and fired a web. Sean caught it before it hit his face, Peter's eyes widened, "Uh-oh"
Sean yanked him forward and kicked him away. Peter flew back and rolled across the street and smacked into the side of the car. Peter slowly got to his feet and he saw the chaos and the screaming was almost overwhelming. Sean blocked an attack from a cop and grabbed him and pulled him forward, he snapped his neck and kept walking toward Peter. Peter was breathing heavily and he fired a web at a car and he gritted his teeth and threw it at him. Sean put the shi9eld on his back and caught the car. Peter's eyes turned to slits "Shit"
Sean threw the car at the people on the sidewalk, Peter jumped and fired a web and caught the car before it hit people. Peter turned toward Sean and he blocked a punch and hit him in the ribs. Sean dodged three more strikes and came back and hit him once and Peter hit the ground. He hit hard, Peter got back to his feet and he flipped back and Sean swung a punch at him. He fired balls of webbing and hit Sean in the face, he fired a web at his legs and pulled him forward. Sean fell back to the ground and he rolled over and grabbed his shield and threw it at Peter. Peter dodged the shield and he fired another web, Sean caught it and yanked Peter forward. Peter dodged a kicked and smacked him in the face and brought his leg around and kicked him in the face. Sean growled and came back and blocked four punches and he kicked peter into a car and lunged forward and kicked him. Peter gasp for air and he kicked Sean away and he fired a web and swung forward and kicked him again.
Sean ran forward and grabbed his shield that was on the street and he came around and swung his shield at him. Peter ducked it and punched him in the ribs. Sean was starting to get angry and eh moved quickly and punched Peter in the face four times. Peter could taste blood in his mouth and he blocked another punch and the shield came around and hit him in the ribs and four broke. Peter gaped for air and he got kicked in the chest and he flew back and hit the road. Peter looked up at him as he walked toward him. "FRIDAY?" he said through a cough
"Yes"
"Call Tony"
"Calling him now"
Sean got to Peter and grabbed him and pulled him up. Peter felt his hand wrap around his throat. Sean brought his face closer "You die" he said calmly
Peter gritted his teeth and he moved his arm and Sean caught it and he took it and snapped his arm back. Peter yelled in pain as his arm was broken, Sean kicked him in the leg and it snapped sideways. Peter yelled in pain and Sean grabbed him and lifted him above his head and brought him down onto his knee. Peter felt his back crack and he felt all the air leave his lungs and he was dropped to the ground. He laid there and he could barely move. Sean kicked him over and Peter looked up at him and blood was clearly on his sit and his bone was sticking out of his arm. Sean put his foot on his chest, Peter reached up and grabbed his boot and Sean reach down and knocked his arm and away and stomped on his hand. Peter felt his web shooter break and his fingers broke and he yelled in pain. Sean put his foot back onto his chest and he went to smash his chest in as a shield came and hit him. Sean flew back and he smacked into the ground. He got to his feet and he saw Steve standing there. Steve caught his shield and put it back onto his arm. Sean pulled his shield off his back and put it onto his arm.
Steve looked at Peter "Who are you?"
"Oh, no one" Sean said
"You killed all those people"
"It's the only way you'll listen" Sean growled
"About what?"
"Why would you care?" Sean ran forward and Steve stood ready.
They met and Steve blocked his punch with the shield and he countered with a punch to the face. Sean stumbled back and he swung the shield, Steve dodged it as the shield scrapped across his own. Peter watched as Steve and the other guy fought each other. Sean flipped over Steve and kicked him into a car. Steve turned and ducked as the shield came toward him and sunk into the car. Sean ran forward and Steve rolled out of the way. Sean grabbed his shield and lunged toward Steve. Steve hit him away with his shield, Sean came back and blocked a punch and hit Steve in the chest.
Steve kicked Sean away and he ran forward and hit him with his knee. Sean dented the car, he growled and grabbed Steve by the throat. Steve strained as he felt his grip and he punched him in the face and broke out of it. Sean stared at Steve as they stood a distance away from each other. Sean reached down and grabbed the edge of a car and flipped it toward him. Steve rolled out of the way and threw his shield, Sean knocked it out of the way and ran forward. Steve put his hands up and blocked four quick jabs and he kicked him. Sean kept coming and Steve punched him in the face. Sean swung his shield at him, Steve stopped it and twisted it, and Sean flipped around and pulled his arm out of it and kicked Steve back. Steve hit the street and Sean grabbed a car and lifted it without any trouble and he ran forward and jumped into the air and slammed the car down toward Steve. Steve rolled out of the way as the car slammed into the road and crumbled and bent inward. Sean tossed the car away and walked toward him. Steve threw his shield and Sean caught it and put it back onto his arm.
Steve saw his shield and he looked at Sean, he walked forward and Steve dodged a kicked and grabbed Sean by the throat and brought him back into the ground. Sean brought his leg forward and hit Steve in the back of the head. Steve fell forward and Sean got to his feet. Steve stood and Sean ran forward and tackled Steve to the ground. They both smacked into the road and Steve head butted him and got back up and punched him in the face. Sean dodged a punch and he got kicked in the ribs and Steve kicked him into a car and grabbed him and flipped him onto the road. Sean groaned as Steve grabbed him and threw him across the road and ran at him. Sean turned and Steve kicked him in the ribs and he grabbed him by the throat and Sean kicked Steve away. Steve stumbled back and Sean landed on his feet and grabbed a car and threw it Steve. Steve ran forward and slid under it as if flipped over him, he came up and punched Sean in the face and grabbed his collar and flipped over him and pulled him to the ground.
Sean rolled over and swung his body around and swiped Steve's legs out from under him. Steve hit the street and Sean rolled around and brought his elbow onto Steve's ribs. Steve lurched forward and Sean picked him up and Steve punched him in the face. Sean set him down and brought his fist back and punched Steve in the ribs, an entire side snapped and Steve felt the air leave his lungs. Sean head butted him and stunned him, he punched him in the chest and cracked his sternum. Steve yelped as Sean punched him in the face. Sean kicked Steve back and grabbed him by the leg and lifted him and brought him over his head and smacked him into the road. Steve felt his ankle snap and Sean pulled him up and punched him in his broken ribs. Steve gasped and Sean let him drop to the street. Steve gasped for air and Sean brought his foot down onto Steve's knee and broke it. Steve yelled in pain and Sean kicked him in the ribs and he grabbed Steve's arm and snapped it backwards. Steve groaned in pain and gritted his teeth.
Sean leaned down and punched him in the face. Steve's face went right and left as Sean hit him over and over. He punched him in the helmet and it cracked. Sean punched the helmet off Steve's head and he kept punching him. Steve had blood running out of his nose and his white teeth were bloody. Sean punched him in the face and his cheek broke. Steve yelled in pain as Sean shoved down and broke his collar bone. Sean stopped and Steve was laying there and eh was a bloody mess and he was barely breathing Sean pulled him up and he held him toward his face. They were face to face and Sean spoke "My name is Sean Richardson, but you can call me Anti-Cap"
Steve looked at him and Sean slammed Steve back onto the street and he groaned in pain and Sean took his head and smacked it into the road.
Author's Note: What do you guys think of the chapter?