Serum (Steve Rogers 18+ FF)

2

Y/N POV
I stand in the center of my living room, barricade set, and back searing with pain.

I know they are coming.
Opening the wings, activates the tracking device embedded within the vibrainium skeleton.

The door flies open, men running in firing guns. I use the wings to shield myself from the bullets. The glass of the window behind me shatters and a bullet grazes my side.

The left wing goes white hot and slices through the guns of the men behind. I spin and the wings slice the men behind me in half.

"MOVE MOVE MOVE!" one of their men shouts.

More men continue to pour in firing at me. A few bullets hit me but I keep going, irradiating my own barrier to take more of them out.

The wings remove limbs and heads from bodies as I fight.

Something comes flying into the room taking out some of the men, it hits one if the wings and falls to the floor.

It's a shield.

I roll and pick it up quickly, using it to stop some of the gun fire as more people rush into the room.

I recognize one.

Natasha.

She's in an all black, looking ready to kill.

She starts taking out men along with the other people she came with.

I look at one of the men fighting hand to hand, then down at the shield. The colors match, guess it's his.

I make it go white hot and throw it. It circles around the room taking out four men before taking out the man the it's owner is fighting.

He looks at me.

"Thanks," he says out of breath.

"Don't touch it yet!" I yell as I grabs a man's face, burning it beyond recognition.

I grab his gun and begin shooting the attackers left and right, using the wings to protect me body.

Natasha and her group fight the men that I don't shoot.

I don't see any more in the room so I go to the hall, reloading the gun as I do.

I make sure the hall is clear before going back.

Natasha looks to me.

"You're shot."

"No shit," I walk right past her, "I told you to stay way, or was my calling card not a good enough incentive?"

I yank the shield out if the wall and hand it back to the tacky outfit.

"Thanks," he takes it from my hands.

"Welcome," I say with a straight face, "now get out and stay away from me."

I turn away from him intended on grabbing my bag and leaving but I stop in my track.

I turn to a man with a metal arm, his eyes not meeting mine as he keeps them down cast.

"You son of a bitch," I say barely audible.

His eyes hesitantly meet mine and I lose it.

I launch myself at him, taking him to the ground and punch him in the face.

Someone else takes me off of him and points a knife right at me.

"Now I'm not sure what that was about but I'm sure we can talk this out," he says. He's in all green and has a British accent.
Looks like a prick.

I ignore him and look back at the guy I tackled.

"You fucking left me there to rote you mother fucker!" I yell at him, "You fucking left me!"

He slowly gets to his feet.

"I'm sorry," he says keeping his eyes down cast again, "I thought you were dead."

"DEAD? YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW THAT A FUCKING FALL WON'T KILL OFF ONE OF HYDRA'S ASSASSINS!"

"I'm sorry," he repeats.

"DO YOU EVEN HAVE A CLUE WHAT THEY DID TO ME AFTER I FELL OFF THAT BUILDING?! THEY TOOK OUT MY DAMN SPINE, MY FUCKING RIBS, ALL OF IT AND SHOVED METAL INSIDE OF ME!! THE FORCED GIANT METAL PLATES INTO MY BACK AGAIN AND AGAIN, CUTTING ME OPEN EACH TIME! AND WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU HUH?! LIVING IT UP AS A NEW FOUND HERO?!"

My throat starts to burn.

He says nothing.

I hit the knife away from the prick and go and pick up my bag.

I force the wings back into my back, tearing open the flesh once again, this time there's no way to seal it up.

"Y/n let us help you," Natasha says gently.

"I don't need or want your help," I sling the bag over my shoulder, wincing at the pain, "last time I trusted someone to help me, I got knocked off a nineteen story building by the very person."

"They only came when you took out he wings," a guy in a metal suit says, "why?"

"Opening he wings turns in a tracker," I grab a gun from the floor and head for the door.

"What if I told you we could remove it?"

I stop dead in my tracks, pausing a second before turning to him. He opens his mask.

"Bullshit," I say looking him right in the eyes.

"We can," he steps forward, "you just have to come with us for a bit, then you can be in your way if you want."

He's not lying.

Can he really remove it.

My grip tightens on the strap of my bag.

"Fine," I answer finally, "just get the damn thing out of me."

"Alright," he nods, "let's go kid."

"Don't even," I roll my eyes annoyed already, "I'm older than you."

"Well you don't look it."

"Just shut up."

"Yes ma'am," he does a bow.

"Better," I say turning back to the door and heading out, "but you're still talking."