The Other Rogers

Chapter 42

Watching as T'Challa went after the ginormous alien, named Cull Obsidian with his chained hammer; Anya found herself next to Natasha and Okoye.

The three traded grins that were quickly wiped off when the earth shuddered and broke apart, this time Thor was not the cause of it.

Five giant wheels uprooted themselves the underneath them all. The spiked wheels ate anything and everything in their paths, human and aliens alike; with no way to distinguish the difference, Anya was left wondering just how much did this Thanos care for those who fought in his name.

Together Rhodey and Sam shot at them in hopes of disabling them, causing enough damage that they would just stop. But clearly it wasn't working.

Okoye and Natasha both darted for a ditch, in hopes of getting out of the death wheels' path, but Anya stood her ground. She had sensed Wanda making her way to them and wasn't going to make the woman do all the work by herself.

Everyone closed their eyes waiting to see their ancestors once more, but nothing happened. No screams of pain, no slicing or gauging at flesh.

Opening their eyes cautiously, Natasha and Okoye saw less than a meter from them, Anya and Wanda stood side by side; red and purple tendrils eloping together, joining in strength as they held back the wheels.

Peering behind them, eyes red and purple, the two women saw a herd of the aliens and raised the wheels, slamming them onto the ground around them, decapitating and killing all foes that would have soon surrounded the four women.

Natasha stood up with a pleased smile, while Okoye wore an amazed expression. "Why was she up there all this time?" A hint of indignant laced her tone.

Sam echoed through the comms. "Guys, we got a Vision situation here."

"Somebody, get to Vision!" Steve yelled back.

Bruce made a beeline for the android. "I got him!"

At the same time Wanda nodded to Anya and twisted around about to leave herself, "On my way."

But she was thrown back down, clobbered by Proxima's pommel and rolled back down into the very ditch Okoye and Natasha had previously dived for.

Proxima jumped down behind her, snarling. "He'll die alone. As will you."

Natasha stood in the alien's line of sight as she tossed her sticks up and down. "She's not alone."

Joining the two women, Okoye silently brandished her spear on the other side of Proxima and nodded at Natasha while Anya just squatted smirking as Proxima understood the gravity of her situation.

"Euuyaaah!" Proxima leapt at Natasha, who joined her sticks into a full staff.

Blocking Proxima's blow with an electrical crackle, Natasha gave Okoye the time to run around the slope so she could attack from the front.

Alternating heavy blows between her two opponents, Proxima started to give the upper hand.

Wanda was still dazed from the blow to the head, but quickly joined in the fight just in time to tackle the other two, dodging as a single-wheel Thresher tore overhead, the ditch sparing them most of the danger from the wheel-blades.

Proxima used the distraction to kick Natasha in the face, sending her to the ground. She then grabbed Okoye by the shoulder, gripping onto her weapon and threw her meters away.

Natasha split her staff back into a pair of sticks just in time to block Proxima's sword as the alien swung a hard blow, which finally knocked it from her hand.