Steve's mental yelling must have been heard for Nat was straight up after flicking out one of her Widow's Bites to momentarily incapacitate the Soldier's arm before she was on her feet and running away, yelling at the civilians to clear the area. Steve knew that he was going to be too late. He could see the rifle being lifted, the shot being lined up and then the crack of the rifle echoed through the air.
Nat clutched at her right shoulder and staggered, disappearing down behind a car.
Steve watched as the Winter Soldier stepped around, lining up for a second, finishing shot. A shot that Steve wasn't going to give him.
The instant before he hit the Soldier, the man must have heard him coming, for he turned slightly, turning the powerful punch that Steve thrrew into a glancing blow. It was enough, though, to take the Soldier's attention from Nat.
A spinning kick tore the rifle from the Soldier's hands and Steve moved, bringing his shield down and around to protect himself. Just in time, too, as the Soldier grabbed a mini-gun from his back and began shooting rapidly at him.
Steve ducked in behind a car, moving around it, the bullets continuing to spray after him even as he protected himself with his shield. Coming around the front of the car, Steve leapt up, slid over the bonnet and closed, hitting the Soldier's wrist, opening the hand and sending the gun clattering away.
A third gun, this a simple pistol, was instantly pulled and it took all of Steve's considerable reflexes to move his shield – down, right, up, back down – before lashing out, with the edge of his shield, removing the gun from the equation.
Fists then began being exchanged.
Head.
Body.
Block with shield to the right.
Lash out at unprotected ribs.
A hit to the jaw.
And then Steve felt his shield grabbed and twisted. He went with it, spinning up and over, landed on his feet and instantly received a kick to the chest.
Steve tumbled backwards and away, realising as he ended in a crouch that he was now without his shield, the Soldier staring hard at him from over its edge as he now held it.
Instantly, Steve was up, racing back in towards the fight, only to have to twist awkwardly out of the way as his own shield was hurtled at him. The Soldier's hand shifted and Steve noted the knife in it, twirling into the grip that he obviously favoured.
Steve closed, lifting his left arm to block the knife thrust and hitting out with his right. Once again, a flurry of blows was exchanged and Steve had to be extra aware of the knife.
Block a left thrust.
Punch hard at face.
Follow up fist aimed at gut.
Block knife to the left before the knife was flipped up and grabbed by the Soldier's right hand.
And then their dance continued.
Punching, blocking, using hands and feet to try to subdue each other. Ducking, Steve lashed out, landing a blow hard enough to push the Soldier a step backwards. And that was just the opening he needed. An upuward leap, spin and kick landed solidly in the Soldier's chest, sending him careening wildly backwards to crash into a van, the knife thankfully being knocked loose in the process.
A second knife appeared as Steve closed and he was forced to dodge a particularly vicious thrust at his side. The twist was enough of an opening to allow the Soldier to go on the offensive, slashing and cutting at Steve and he was forced to block blow after blow even as he was manoeuvred about in a circle.
And then it was the Soldier's turn to jump and kick, sending Steve backwards into the same van. The knife came down hard, aimed right for his left eye and it took both of Steve's hands to block the blow. And then the Soldier's strength increased and it was all Steve could do to force the blade to the side past his head.
The Soldier wasn't done yet, though, using his super-human strength to drag the knife through the metal of the van and towards Steve's head. Quickly stepping sidewards, Steve avoided it until he was able to slip down and away. The Soldier's overbalance allowing Steve to retrieve his shield from the side of the van.
With shield back in hand, Steve went on the offensive, blocking the metal arm with the edge of his shield, using the unbreakable vibranium against it. When that didn't seem to work, Steve dropped his arm with the shield under that metal arm and immediately brought it back up to slam into the Soldier's face, staggering him slightly.
Steve grabbed him, twisting the Soldier up and over his shoulder to roll away, the mask the Soldier was wearing falling away in the process.
And then the Soldier straightened and Steve got his first good look at the guy. His eyes widened and he was sure that he was seeing wrong.
"Bucky?" he asked, standing slightly straighter from the defensive crouch that he'd been in.
"Who the hell's 'Bucky'?" the Winter Soldier asked in return.
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Bruce brought the quinjet in from the south. Wisps of smoke drifted up in multiple directions showing where the battle had taken place, the largest being down on the streets rather than up on the bridge where the largest concentration of wrecked vehicles seemed to be.
"There!" Thor stated, leaning forward and thrusting a pointing finger off to the side.
Bruce hovered the quinjet, angling its nose down and around.
"There's Steve," Bruce said, nodding towards the man standing with his shield, facing off against a guy dressed in military black.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man with mechanical wings on his back flew in from the side, his legs dropping low to kick the soldier in the back.
"Well, that's not something you see every day," Tony commented absently.
"He's got a metal arm!" Bruce exclaimed, seeing the flash of the silver arm as the soldier tumbled and rolled from the force of the kick.
"Steve's report said that Fury was killed by a guy with a metal arm," Tony stated. "He's got answers we need."
"I'm on it," Harry stated, flipping his hood up, swiping one hand over his face, using his magic to conceal his features and popping his wand out.
With a quick turn, only three were left in the quinjet as Mage appeared just off to the side on the street, creating a triangle around the Soldier with Steve and the flying guy being the other two points.
"Point Break, you ready?" Iron Man asked, slamming his hand against the button that would lower the quinjet's ramp.
In response, Thor simply began twirling his hammer in his hand as he strode towards the exit.
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