You and the man with the metal arm spilled out of the elevator and onto the third floor. You threw a punch at the mans face braking his goggles. He threw you across the corridor causing you to slide on the floor. You quickly got up.
You saw him tear off his goggles as he looked at you with hooded eyes.
Your right rib stung like hell. You needed to kill him.
If you don't he'll get to Rhodey and after Rhodey he'll get to the lab. You got up and pulled out your knives. He did the same.
"Oh it's on baby," you smirked wiping blood off your temple with the back of your hand.
You both ran at each other at full speed. Your knives collided mid air making a satisfying clinging noise. He waved his knife millimeters away from your face. You managed to throw in a small punch into his face causing his mask to fly across the haul.
You stepped back, balancing your weight onto your left foot, and threw your knife at his face.
He caught it.
And with all his might threw it at you. You had time to duck but you stumbled and fell onto your back.
He pulled you to your feet, almost ripping your collar... you heard the slight rasp of material ripping.
You kicked him right in the gut, causing him to let go of your collar dropping you. You fell with a loud thud. You noticed how old fashioned his fighting was, and it seemed unusually familiar.
He hits you again and you taste blood. "Come on Y/N get up!" You internally screamed at yourself annoyed. He grabs your head, metal fingers digging into your scalp, and lifts you until your dangling on your tip toes.
He slams his hand into your ribs again and again. You wince in pain. The pain ripples across your chest causing your breath to hitch.
Suddenly he stops punching and lets you go. You drop to the floor coughing up puddles of blood.
"Son of a bitch." You whispered.
You got up shaking from the pain. Oh you were so going to kill this guy.
You limped back to the elevator. You knew where he was going next and you had to stop him.
"Y/N!" Your earpiece rung causing you to jolt. "Steve!" You panted "Steve I had our guy, he's really strong, he has a metal arm and he almost killed me. He's heading to the lab I know it! Get Tony and Nat to come to the sixth floor."
You got into the elevator pressing number six. You held your right side. Your eyes began to water. You were in excruciating pain and you didn't even know if you'd make it.
You made it to the sixth floor and limped to the lab. You heard shouting and banging from round the corner. "Darn it Rhodey!" You shouted loading your gun.
You turned the corner and began to shoot. Bullets flew into every direction but none of them had seemed to hit the man. You pulled the trigger a couple more times until the sound of the empty barrel echoed.
"Aagghhh shit!" You screamed.
You tossed the gun and got out your knife. You held it steadily in your hand and focused.
You looked at the man. He was moving so fast Rhodey didn't even have time to think. You kissed the knife and threw it and prayed that it'd hit the metal armed soldier.
Silence. Then a loud thud. Followed by a load moan.
You ran over to Rhodey helping him get up. You took out your spare gun that you had in your boot and pointed it at the man. He was shaking. But you didn't care. You were in so much more pain than him and he had caused it. You were exhausted and tired. You cocked your gun and you were just about to pull the trigger when you heard Steve's voice.
"Don't Y/N!" He panted " Stop! He's my friend!"
"Friend!?" You coughed out.
You looked at the man with your knife still stuck in his arm. "Steve what in the hell?!" You exclaimed gun still pointed at him. "No Y/N don't shoot please!" Steve pleaded.
"Steve your friend nearly killed me! Look at me! I'm literally about to die!"
"No no no listen! He's been brainwashed that's not actually h-"
"BULLSHIT!"
"Y/N," Rhodey said softly "Put down the gun."
"Damn you." You said giving up and tucking your gun back in your boot.
The man looked up at you with lifeless eyes. Oh how you hated that face.
You didn't even realize how your hand had connected with his face.
THUD
He was unconscious.
"Fuck you steve." You said taking your knife out of the mans hand, causing a River of blood to run down his hand.(real hand of course)
You walked passed Steve. He called after you but you didn't even turn around. You almost died, and Steve cared more about his "friend" that wasn't even his friend because that was a legit killing machine that almost killed YOU.
