❝Being alone is easy, it's the loneliness that'll kill you.❞
❝I can deal with the noise. I don't mind the noise. The quiet is a different story.❞
In which both Mara Reyes and Steve Rogers have no fucking idea what they're doing with t...
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN The Unexpected
MARA STEPPED IN front of Steve, launching a metal throwing star towards the bullet. In situations like this she had always preferred throwing stars and knives, she had more control over it than bullets since it was coming entirely from her. Bullets came from the trajectory and power of a gun and someone else's aim, needing more concentration.
To her it happened in slow motion as she watched the star slice the bullet in half, it's two remnants diverting away from them towards the side to the two people behind them.
She, Steve and Gemma had managed to make their way out of the park and into an abandoned, safer (not for them at least) warehouse where shots and knives could be fired without the fear of harming innocent civilians.
The world sped back up, the sound of people falling to the ground followed by more bullets. She felt Steve tug her down and the two were crouched behind numerous crates. "Got any ideas?" She breathed out.
Steve was staring at her for a second, his crystal blue eyes filled with an emotion she couldn't place and his mouth opened before he licked his lips, registering what she said and took a small glance over.
"Fuck, there are only three people left." He informed. "We can take them out. But we're gonna need a distraction." He looked at her hesitantly and she knew what he was saying. She was going to be the distraction. She sighed heavily, pushing her hair behind her ears as she gave Gemma her pistol who was hiding her face from their attackers. She then took Steve's hand and put her last knife in it.
"I'd appreciate it if I don't get maimed." Mara quipped.
"I'm not gonna let that happen." Steve assured sternly, his so face close to hers that she could see specs of green in his eyes. He squeezed her hand comfortingly and she swallowed, suddenly aware she had kept her hand lingering on his.
She smiled. "There you go again. Making promises you can't keep."
Steve smiled back at her. "Well, now you just gotta believe in me."
Mara glanced over her shoulder at Gemma who was eyeing the knife Steve held. She knew Mara had never been good with blades, but now wasn't the best time to ask about it.
"I hope you're a better shot." Mara said.
"Well, I'm no you when it comes to a gun, but I have improved." Gemma grinned.
"No one is." Mara assured before she closed her eyes briefly. "Okay!" She yelled. "Okay, fine! I know Jane wants me alive so if you know whats best for you, I'd put your guns down or at least don't pull the trigger."
It fell silent.
Gemma pulled her cap down over her eyes as she crouched down and waddled one way while Steve went the other behind large boxes and crates.
