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Fighting Hydra is one of the most annoying things you've ever done, and you live with Tony Stark.
They never just lay down and die. They always have to get back up and continue trying to take you down.
Sighing, you step back under a tree and absorb the shadows cast by the branches. They Hydra agent grins, stepping forward.
"Trying to slip away into the shadows, Avenger?" he taunts. If you weren't so focused on trying to control the shadows ripping into you, you would've laughed.
Instead, you push out the darkness festering inside you, cloaking the agent in total darkness.
You barely hear his pained screaming over the blood rushing in your ears.
After a moment, you call the darkness back to you, revealing the dead agent on the ground, his expression frozen in forever agony on his charred face. You step out from under the tree and over his body, barely giving him a second glance.
"You good, (Y/N)?" Steve's voice says in your ear.
"Lovely," you reply sarcastically, letting the darkness swirl around you like a protective barrier. "How many more are left?"
"I'm fighting about thirty at a time right now," Natasha shouts.
You take off running in her direction, pulling more and more shadows with you as you run. When you reach her, she's being kicked and beaten by a circle of Hydra agents.
Thinking somewhat rationally, you raise your arms, causing the shadows you'd acquired to build up like a wave behind you. At the rushing sound of them building, the Hydra agents turn. Though they can't see the shadows that well, they can no doubt feel their energy.
"Step away from her," you growl, your voice nearly unrecognizable as the darkness waits for your command.
Surprisingly, they step back, allowing Natasha to stumble to her feet. She moves out of the bunch, and her eyes meet yours. At the sight of her beaten and bloodied face, you turn your eyes to the men who did it.
They hurt her.
And now, they're going to pay for it.
Without warning, you throw the wave of darkness at the agents, engulfing them in darkness.
Their screams of pain are like a symphony to you.
They're suffering the way they made Natasha suffer.
They're bleeding the way they'd made Natasha bleed.
The only thing they're doing that Natasha didn't, is die.
You pull the shadows back to you, revealing the thirty blackened bodies in a pile.
You smile at their withered corpses, reveling in the echoes of their screams.
