'𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.'
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Even if every memory from 1917 comes roaring back to you, being a former Hydra assassin means you can never get a break. Since Beverly is on a mission of redemption, she respo...
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TW: Fighting, gun use, gore, and murder.
[Centuries - Fall Out Boys] 1:40 ─〇───── 2:13 ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻
Beverly's POV
Sam and Bucky talk in my ear as I walk discreetly into the open building. They won't stop arguing with each other, but I tone it out. I'm wearing my tactical gear, holding a gun hidden behind my bulletproof vest. There has been news that Karli will be here in the city, and I need to get to her before she does something reckless. Or, someone else gets to her first.
The open building is empty, creepy, and quiet. Karli is supposed to be here, but there is no sign of life in sight. It looks like an ancient building, with cracks in the structure and moss climbing the walls. My concentration is broken by the sound of a bossy, loud voice.
"Beverly Stark, you just don't know when to quit, do you?"
"Karli," I look up at the bannisters. "What a lovely surprise."
"If you are here to convince me to not fight, then you're wasting your time." She laughs. "There is nothing you can say that will change my mind."
"I know that, but I have to try."
I jump up the stairs, running towards Karli. She doesn't move from her spot, only turning to face me as I slowly stalk towards her. Her arms are crossed, her eyes glaring into mine. I smile at her, trying to diffuse the situation before it gets even worse. But, I can feel my anger building as I still hear Bucky and Sam arguing in my ear through my earpiece.
"Karli, I will try until you see the pain you are causing." I sigh. "I understand that you want the world to know your point, but, the way you are going about it is wrong."
"No one listens when you whisper, Beverly." She defends. "The world will only see how bad everything is when it gets in their face."
"By you doing all of this, you are causing the problem. You are becoming what you hate, Karli."
"You don't understand!" She shouts. "This is-"
Footsteps come from the doorframe on the lower level of the building. We both turn our heads to see a body walking into the building, assessing the situation. I was expecting to see Buckyor Sam, or both, but what I saw, shocked me. And it clearly shocked Karli as well, but not as much as it angered her. John walks into the building, making direct eye contact with me.
"You brought him here?" Karli yells.
"What! No! Why would I want him here?"
"If this is a way of convincing me, then you have completely lost your mind." She glares. "Boys!" She calls out. "It's time to go."
Coming out of the shadows, men with guns aimed at John and me, start shooting making me duck behind a wall. Karli runs past me, down the stairs and towards John. She tries to get past him, but John fights her. As they battle, I press my finger to my earpiece, telling Sam and Bucky that I need backup. They agree as I run down to the other level, pulling out my gun from behind my vest. I shoot at the men who are fighting against John, helping him to get to Karli. If I want Karli to stop, I guess I'll have to work with John.
A few of the men's bodies are lying on the floor as Sam and Bucky walk into the building, fighting the rest off. But, another man walks into the building his uniform adorned on his body, and multiple weapons in his hands. John's sidekick, Battlestar, walks in and joins the fight. John and Lemar are fighting off Karli as Sam, Bucky, and I are getting rid of the remaining men. When we do, we look over and see that John and Lemar are struggling. John was knocked on the floor, hopelessly looking up as Lemar and Karli are fighting with knives. They swing their knives until Karli slices Lemar's neck, making blood squirt on the concrete floor. he holds his neck, eyes wide open with shock.
"No!" John screams.
Lemar's body drops to the floor, going limps and his breathing stops. John scrambles to his body, holding him close to his chest. Sam, Bucky, and I stand still, stuck in shock. Karli runs out of the building, still clenching the knife in her hands. From behind her, a few men chase behind her, keeping a barrier between us and her. John leaps up from Lemar's body and hunts her.
"John, stop!" I call out.
We run after him, seeing him swerving through the streets. As he runs, he shoots the remaining men who were around her. They drop, but Karli keeps running. The town's people see this and follow John through the streets. When John gets up to Karli, he pulls the shield from behind his back, swinging it in the air, and slamming it down on the head of the last man who was protecting Karli. Seeing this, Karli runs away, getting away from all of us. Instead of chasing after her, Sam, Bucky, and I stand in the crowd, watching John bash the head in of this man. My hand flies to cover my mouth, shocked at the cruel and vicious actions of John. But, I'm also pissed. Not only has John tarnished Steve's legacy, but also the image Steve fought to pass on. And the most painful part about it is the shield is made for defence, not offence. Its purpose was to protect life, and John has just brutally taken a life with it.
Bucky pulls me into a hug, pressing my head into his chest, shielding my vision. I silently cry into his shirt, holding him tightly. Sam finally stands in, holding John's shield back. John looks angry, fighting Sam. But, Sam holds it back, making John look down at his lap. The man is undoubtedly dead, his head bashed in, making him unrecognisable. John stands up from the body, snatches the shield from Sam's hold, and runs away from the crows, leaving the public in complete shock.
