We're more alike than you think

93. Chaos

You couldn't recognize the voice, even when he took off his mask you couldn't recognize him. Meaning that whoever he was after was certainly not you. You took notice of the strong french accent as he continued to speak.

"Imagine how much I can get for your head off on the black market right now," he said as he continued to walk towards you. You got up on your feet and walked backward, keeping the space between the two of you. Whoever this person was pissed at, had really triggered this dude cause he was being very serious

"Ne perds pas ton temps à rêver," you said reaching for your batons. The guy in front of you started to smile.

"impressionnante" he said and didn't spare a second before he threw his foot solid right up to your batons.

You went immediately in hand-to-hand combat with him, but this man wasn't joking. He was extremely well trained. You didn't wanna use your powers on him as people could still see you from the other room. Yes, it was no secret you had powers, but you still haven't been in a jury or gotten any jurisdiction, so unless it was life or death you were not gonna use them.

"Sam, you have a really mad french friend over here, care to take over so I can go and make sure nobody leaves!" You yelled as you tried to keep up with him. You could hear Sam sigh over the ear. You knew it wasn't because of what you said, but because he quickly understood who you were talking about. It didn't take many minutes before a shield flew through the window, breaking the glass, hitting the man you had been fighting down.

"I take care of him, you and Zemo run after the people!" Sam warned the dude was already upon his feet. You gave him a nod before you ran down the corridors where you found Zemo.

"The evac team must have members from the Flag Smashers, cause they are letting people leave," Zemo said as the two of you started to run down the hallways.

The whole building was blinking red and black. If it wasn't for the situation you were in, you would've stopped up and admired it, but right now it only made things more difficult. You came to the stairs and looked down. It was 40 floors down. You swallowed low and looked over at Zemo.

"Rundown. I trust you," you said, sounding more like a warning than anything else.

You didn't give him any time to think before you went up on the handrail. You formed your batons in an 'x' shape towards your chest and jumped off in a high dive. You could feel the air cutting through your body as you went in full speed down to the ground. You tighten the grip on your batons. When you were only a few meters away you threw your batons out, creating hard enough vibrations for you to land down on your knee, in a true superhero position.

You slowly stand up, taking in every detail of what was happening in the room. The people from the stairs stopped walking out when they saw you land. They understood that they would only get in trouble if they didn't listen. Your turn around and see Mr. Johnson and are on your way to follow them as you suddenly see Sharon. You stop in your position wanting to see what her next move is, without knowing that you stood right there watching her. Instead of following after the very sus evac member, she walked off in the opposite direction. That's when Zemo caught up with you.

"I don't trust Sharon, she is up to something," you said, making sure you weren't on anyone's ears. You knew that you couldn't follow after her, but you needed to know what was up with her.

"What should we do?" Zemo asked, his breath still heavy from running down all those stairs. He didn't like to fly, but he didn't like to run down all those floors either. That was for sure. It was like a light went on as you looked up at him.

"But I do trust you, follow after her and strictly look. If she makes any suspect move, keep it to yourself and only tell me. Not even the boys," you said up to him. You knew that what you were asking for was over the line, but you couldn't trust the boys with Sharon. It was clear that they had a positive bias going in her favor from knowing her before, and yes maybe you had it as well in a negative way, but you needed to make sure. Zemo had a smirk that grew on his lips, oh gosh, he loved this, didn't he?

"Of course, my lady," he said and ran after Sharon.

You immediately ran down to the doors. You connected the batons to your suit and let your hands out. Fuck not using the powers, you had to make sure that nobody else walked out the building. You reached out your hands and altered the magnetic field. You melted all the doors, making it a strong wall. Everyone was staring or filming you from every angle of the building, but you knew you had to ignore them.

"Y/n, I could really need some help out in the street" Bucky yelled over the ears. It was almost like he thought you couldn't hear him. You rolled your eyes and looked around. Ironic that you just had locked yourself in. You tilted your head.

"Send me the location, I'm on my way." You said and altered the field and flew up two-three meters over the ground. You broke the metal between the glasses and broke it as you flew out. At high speed, you flew through the streets of New york. You no longer felt like you had to focus to use your powers. It was your feelings, a simple thought, just as your father had taught you when you were little. When you came to the spot you saw Bucky fight one Flag Smasher as the car went on fire. You jumped down, immediately walking over to Bucky.

"Do you get it up?" you yelled over to him. You reached out your hand and tried to get a feel of the metal but it was a tricky one, you would need time.

"Take care of the flag smas...." more couldn't Bucky say before away to a familiar voice cut through your ears. You turned around, already feeling your blood boil.

John Walker.