The Mimic - One-Shots

Think about it (Book 3 scraps)

Overview: Y/n was one of the many spectators when John Walker killed a man with his shield, and let's just say that her reaction wasn't positive.

Word count: 1,418

Warnings: Mention of gore, blood 

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"It wasn't me! It wasn't me!"

Y/n, Yelena, and Sam had raced as fast as they could after John and the other Flag Smashers. Trying to catch up. Trying to stop what was about to happen. Lamar had just been killed, John had taken the super soldier serum, he was looking for revenge. Instead of mourning with tears, the tiny speck of sanity left had snapped.

"Please! It wasn't-"

The sound that came out when John slammed his shield down for the first time was something that y/n had never heard before. Nobody had.

The trio skidded to a stop on the cobbled ground. Complete and utter shock hit them like a tidal wave, drowning out any bodily reaction that they should've had. Hell, they'd just sprinted for a good few minutes. Before that, they were fighting the Flag Smashers. Yet none of them felt pain. No gasping for breath. Nothing.

It was almost like a collective heart drop from everybody that stood in the crowd around John. The frightened gasps, the flinching, the wide eyes. There were children in the crowd who were excited to meet the new Captain America, and instead they were faced with a sight that would never not haunt them. Many people had pulled out their phones, taking pictures and videos to show the world what Captain America was really like. However, nothing was as loud as what John was doing.

He was stood over the Flag Smasher, boot on his chest, both hands gripping the shield. Walker slammed it down on the man's neck. Over, and over, and over. He screamed and yelled as he did it, eyes full of nothing but murderous intent. That man hadn't even been the one to kill Lamar.

It was almost as if everything was moving in slow motion. A person's entire world shattering around them, and it was their own fault. The pristine image of Captain America. Tainted. Stained. Destroyed.

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Sam's shoulders fell at the sight, unable to remove his eyes from the gruesome scene before him. His mind was racing at what felt like a million miles an hour, but he didn't step forward to stop John. There was no point. The government would find out and revoke his title. He just wished that a man had to die for the government to open their eyes.

Yelena puffed out a heavy breath, her eyebrows furrowed as she focused on the scene. She wasn't surprised. As soon as she knew that John had taken the serum, Yelena knew that something was going to go wrong. That serum was dangerous. One finger stayed looped in one of the loops on y/n's suit, just like she always did. It was mostly out of habit, but it was also for what was inevitably going to happen.

Y/n stepped forward.

The look on y/n's face was one of pure thunder, yet the pair beside her weren't shocked. She was seething. Clenched jaw, fists closed so tightly that her knuckles had shifted to a shade of white, the list when on. It was like a fire had ignited in her chest, and with every swing of the shield, more fuel was poured on. It lit up her veins and scorched her nervous system in an instant.