With one leap, Steve crashed through the window, landing in a forward roll that brought his shield straight to hand and he quickly got it up in front of him, halting the spray of bullets aimed at him in their tracks.
Machine gun. There was no doubt about it now. He remembered the sound and feel from back in the war. A trick from back then resurfaced in his memory and he decided to put it to use once again.
Gathering his feet under him, Steve stood, holding his shield just so and keeping his head down to deflect the hail of bullets aimed at him. A quick peek from either side of the shield told him that there were three others, apart from the gunner manning the machine gun.
A simple reangling of his shield had the bullets, instead of being stopped in their tracks, now being deflected. Shifting that angle slightly more had the deflected bullets now spraying towards the first guy, dropping him where he stood. A second shift took out the man next to him with just as much ease. The third guy was going to take something extra though.
Using both hands to brace the shield against the onslaught, Steve began running towards and slightly to the side of the machine gun. When the angle was just right, he shifted his shield once more, removing the third soldier from the fight.
Then, with his sole focus on the man holding the machine gun, Steve began running straight at him, using his considerable strength to combat the increasing force of the bullets impacting upon his shield. The instant that he was in the right position, Steve leapt, spinning up and over the soldier, grabbing his head on the way down and slamming him into the car that he'd been standing on.
The force of the impact knocked the soldier senseless and Steve gave a sigh of relief before reaching down and beginning to remove the vital components of the machine gun. Definitely wouldn't be safe to leave a weapon like that just lying around for anyone to find and use.
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Finally, Sam was able to take a breath. All but one of the soldiers who'd attacked them were now on the ground under the bridge, having grappled down.
With knife in hand, Sam slipped closer and closer, keeping out of the last guy's line of vision. This guy was aiming to control the high ground, to use this superior position to keep Steve and Nat pinned down. Not if Sam had anything to do with it, though.
Sam rounded the last car at a rush, slapping out a hand to push the rifle coming to bear on him away. A slash with his knife cut the gun's strap from his neck and Sam grabbed it before kicking the guy backwards, right over the edge and off the bridge.
Bringing the rifle to bear, Sam trained it on the ground below, searching for enemies.
Nat was nowhere to be seen. Steve, though, was standing over four downed soldiers, looking completely unhurt after being blown from the bridge not long before.
Seeing Steve look up at him, Sam gave a nod.
"Go. I've got this," he called down.
Steve immediately nodded back before taking off at a run in the only direction that Nat could have gone.
Once again, Sam checked over the terrain, searching for enemies. Seeing none, he glanced back, quickly finding the wreckage of their upturned car, its precious cargo still in what remained of its boot.
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"Come on, come on," Tony muttered under his breath, once again looking at the clock on the console.
It'd only been three minutes since they'd heard from Nat but a lot could happen in three minutes, he'd learnt that back in New York with the Chitauri. Invasion. And the fact that they could hear gunfire in that phone call, including Nat shooting back, combined with how short the conversation had been and the call being cut off so abruptly, meant that everyone in the quinjet was tense. And ready.
"Bruce, take the wheel," Tony ordered.
"You want me to drive?" Bruce asked even as he slipped into the co-pilot's seat of the quinjet.
"For now," Tony replied as he stepped backwards into his Iron Man armour which had been standing idly by waiting for him.
The red and gold armour closed up, servos whirring as the suit fastened in place. Finally, his visor snapped shut, the eyes lit and the HUD came on-line.
"If thing go pear-shaped and we need the Big Guy, Jarvis'll take over for you," Tony stated.
Bruce's head whipped up at him.
"What? You expect to need the … other guy?" he gulped.
"Hopefully not, but be ready just in case," Tony replied.
Harry's hand came from his blue-grey cloak to rest on Bruce's shoulder for a second.
"The two of you came to a better understanding out in Nevada, right?" the wizard said, to which Bruce nodded. "And I've got my potions handy just in case."
Bruce nodded but didn't look convinced even as he turned back to the console.
"Jarvis, connect into the quinjet. Make sure we have access to her systems so we know what we're flying into," Tony ordered.
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Hearing the gunshots in the distance, combined with the screams from the civilians, gave Steve a direction to run. The car in the distance exploding widened his eyes and he put on a burst of speed.
He saw him, then, the Winter Soldier, with his silver metal arm. And then, flying out of nowhere, came Nat, flipping up and over the Soldier, what looked like a garrotting line between her hands as she attempted to subdue the Soldier. The attempt failed spectacularly as the Soldier simply reached up and back, grabbed Nat and threw her from over his shoulder in front of her, sending her flying across the street and rolling to a stop beside a parked car.
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