𝐈𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭.
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The infamous Winter Soldier and Morana are assigned on a mission once more, but things don't go as planned for them this time. To survive, they confront emoti...
The sound of my footsteps against the London streets follows behind me and a few guards, trying to find my mission. With their guns held close to their chests, the guards follow behind me, watching my every move closely. To scare my mission into coming out of his hiding spot, some guards fire their rifles repeatedly, aiming for the sky, the walls, and the ground.
Crunch. Crunch.
The sound of my footsteps against the smashed glass from a broken shop window echoes in the wind. The residue of it still crunching on the souls of my boots. The guards trailing behind me, their guns raised, ready to shoot my mission if needed.
Thud.
The sound of the car being kicked out of pure rage and anger by me, impatiently waiting for my mission to reveal itself. I know he's here. I know he can hear and see me, but he's too scared to come out. As the anger bubbles inside me, I see a black figure standing from behind a car, staying frozen on the spot, watching me.
One of the guards walks to my side, nudging me, making me look over in his direction. He passes me his rifle, nods his head at me, and walks back to his usual spot behind me, next to the other guards. Understanding what he meant, I raise the rifle and aim it at my mission. I pull the trigger after moving the gun upwards slightly, shooting above his head. He crouches down at the loud sound of my rifle, shifting behind a few cars out of my sight.
He didn't really think I would make it this easy, did he?
When he tries to escape, the guards start to fight the people my mission brought with him. A red-haired woman, a large, blonde man with a shield, and a man in a bird suit. My mission starts to run towards his friends, but before he can, I create a wind, having it storm around him and blow him back, away from help.
With us significantly far away from the others, I begin fighting my mission with the full intention of completing it. Giving him a fighting chance, we fight with our hands, getting kicks and punches on each other enough to knock the wind out of the other. But, I can feel him holding back for some reason.
With him not using his full power, I'm able to get the better of him and kick him to the ground, hard. I tower over him, stepping on his chest when he tries to get back up again. I pull out my pistol from my gun holster, aiming at his head and ready to pull the trigger.
Before I can, a sharp pain ripples through my stomach, momentarily stopping my movements. I look down at the ache and see deep red seeping into my black suit, staining it. My head turns towards the smell of smoke and sees the barrel of a gun pointed at my face, held by the red-haired woman.
