He kept his head down when he walked the street god knows who's here in the big city— but whatever, he was going to be in and out, he was here to grab stuff and leave: but of course nothing goes right with him. He caught wind that the avengers were stationed in this area. Which is bad and good.
HYDRA wouldn't cross boarder lines or any state lines for example, since avengers were here, they were hydras biggest enemy— since they have the winter solider on their side. A traitor.
He spent walking around, mimicking multiple people in the street to get some idea how to act as if he were an Alien. Which would be considered pathetic in multiple ways seeing as he didn't know how to act.
And he loved small shops, they leave food out for people to grab and steal. Which is a joke, but since he's poor and is living in somebodies house in the woods that's been abandoned for centuries.
He moved quick, snatching off foods, fruits, and drinks off stations and boxes- shoving them into a box he was holding; behind chased down streets. He felt like a little boy again; or, he felt like what one should. He felt free:
Which was a problem, he caught attention of a bunch of idiots, who thought they were going to stop a teenager from stealing from the 'locals'.
He set the box down in a location he would remember, shoving a gun into his thigh holster before he sneaked down into a alleyway, he immediately regretted the way he had moved because a Apple rolled from his foot as he snuck down and accidentally hit it with his foot- knocking into the trash can.
The sound of the banging metal trash can was loud in the alleyway, reverb and all that. He was sure that one of them would hear it though, especially the traitors.
He was met by the light sound of footsteps approaching his alleyway hiding spot, he felt a wave of adrenaline flowing through his chest and his breathing slowed to silence his presence. He took a silent step back, his footsteps were completely silent thanks to HYDRA's aggressive training tactics.
He started walking backwards as the light footsteps creeped closer, his grip of the small knives tightened and his pupils dilated in response to the sudden wash of adrenaline in his body.
Shit
The minute he heard footsteps he launched out, jutting his foot out and kicking someone's leg harshly- knocking the gun out of someone's hand. Before punching the man or whoever he was fighting in the stomach, kneeing them between the legs before rolling as someone, a dark skinned male shot into the darkness where he was, twice- the sound of bullets ricocheting off of something before he slunk in the open behind the male.
sweeping the man on the floor- swiping his feet from underneath him as he fell right onto his back and hit his head on the floor, the man's vision going blurry from the sudden lose of balance but quickly regained his balance.
There was a loud clash sound as if something metal hit something in the dark alleyway, and he yanked a red headed woman aggressively out of the alleyway, slamming her on the ground.
"Fuck..." Natasha hissed, everyone felt a wave of pain hitting her. She kicked up the metal lid and threw it to Steve, who on instinct caught it and threw it harshly and quickly into the alleyway.
The spinning lid went right into the dark alley and the whistling sound of the lid stopped suddenly as if someone had caught it instantly.
And for the blurs point of view- he felt the tingling of an oncoming object- sticking his hand out into the darkness as he caught the large circled object.
He breathed deeply, closing his eyes as he snatched a long knife with a scratched handkerchief from his waist- launching it into the brightness where they were— he had the advance, they couldn't see him.
The small knife was launched right at Bucky and stabbed in between the metal plates of his arm. Soon after Bucky's arm was stabbed and forced to power off- leaving Bucky's left arm limp and unable to move, a malfunction.
He ran forward with speed, launching off the wall to hit the man with the metal arm in the head, knocking him forward.
He knew his own speed was insane, almost a complete blur from the moment he ran out of the alleyway, breathing heavy as if running in a marathon. He quickly tossed the metal lid to the side and yanked out the long knife and curled it to his side.
Before he managed to force the knife into somebody back down, the dark skinned one, the falcon he assumed, acted quickly and knocked him off of Bucky- and ran right at him and knocking his side with his elbow. Fuck he felt himself groan under his breath as he stumbled and the knife fell to the floor as he gripped his side with his gloved hand and glared at Sam— and Sam truly felt as if he was being glared at by death.
But when he was going to launch himself at the falcon he was met with an arrow being launched at him from Clint, he immediately caught it mid air though- but the loud beeping sound caused him the launch it into the alleyway and the arrow exploded.
And the minute his body hit the ground- he felt like he couldn't breathe.
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HARSH WINTERS | B.B
Aksiyon-the lines of villain and antagonist smudge together as Warren smith, known as the blur, goes against or with the avengers- while finding common ground with a certain someone.
