On The Edge. | Steve Rogers.

seven.

He let out a brief chuckle at the thought, shedding his civilian clothes in exchange for his 'suit'. In reality it was just a tactical uniform designed to fit his needs and comforts during assignments. It was a plain black shirt hidden beneath a long sleeve zip up turtleneck made from a material similar to leather, but more durable, moveable and breathable. S.H.I.E.L.D had designed it and he didn't bother to ask about its composition. That paired with a pair of pants, his usual combat boots, as well as a holster around his thigh for his gun. He also kept a knife strapped to his belt and an extra one hidden away in his boot. Pulling on a pair of fingerless gloves, he paused, staring at himself in the mirror. He couldn't help but feel a bit ridiculous, trying to figure out if this was a dream or not. Maybe he was still in the hospital, high on drugs and in a coma from his recent injuries. It wasn't completely out of the question. Apparently there was a moment where the doctors were worried he wouldn't make it out of surgery or survive the first night in the ICU. It was nothing short of a miracle that he did. 

There was also the lingering fear that maybe he wouldn't walk out of this alive. He was young, as much as he hated to admit it, and he still had a life he wanted to live. He'd pushed it down for so long, but he knew that someday he did want to settle down with a nice guy, maybe even get married one day and adopt a cat. He wanted to live without worrying when the next fight would be, what mission would be his last, etc etc. He wanted to have fun and enjoy things while he could, but that also didn't mean he was going to retire early and sit back watching everything burn around him while he knew he had the power to stop it. 

A sudden knock on his door made him flinch and his eyes snapped towards the figure in the doorway. Fully suited in red, white, and blue with his shield against his arm, Steve was frowning in concern at Issac.

"I called you three times and you didn't even blink. Are you okay?" He asked, not quite stepping inside. He knew Issac was a bit touchy and he didn't want to push any buttons, nor did he want to push any boundaries that would upset  him. "If you're injured or you're not ready, nobody is gonna force you to go into battle. You can sit it out and we wouldn't hold it against you if you did."

Issac sighed, tilting his head slightly until the bones in his neck popped, relieving some of the lingering stiffness.

"I'm fine." He mumbled, not sure if he was trying to reassure Steve or himself at this point. "I was just...thinking."

If Steve didn't believe him, he didn't say anything.

"Let's go then." he said, gesturing for Issac to follow as they left for the jet. Natasha and Clint joined them on the way, the man having been freed of Loki's mind control and was more than ready and itching for revenge. Tony would fly down in his suit to confront Loki at Stark Tower, where he planned to open the portal that would unleash his army into New York City. They needed to move fast if they had any hope of stopping him.

Issac remained quiet on the jet, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his thighs. He had his eyes closed, getting his head into the game, as normal would people put it. He was really just trying to clear his head of any unimportant or nuisance thoughts that would only be a distraction to him during the battle. He could feel worried eyes on him but he couldn't be bothered to look up and meet whoever's gaze it belonged to. After a moment, he slowly exhaled, looking up to find those blue-green eyes focused on him once again. He must have looked more confident than earlier, because those broad shoulders relaxed slightly and the barest hint of a smirk made its way onto the other's face before they were landing, or crashing down into the chaotic streets, whichever you preferred to call it.

People were running in various directions while police and other law enforcement members tried to shoot down the foreign creatures with just their regular weapons. It worked, but slowly, and it took far too many bullets just to take one of them down. They'd run out of ammunition before they even made a dent in the army that was only just beginning to come through the portal.