On The Edge. | Steve Rogers.

nineteen.

PART TWO

"anything you can do,

I can do bleeding."

Snow littered the ground of what should have been the peaceful outskirts of Sokovia. Under normal circumstances, this land often went untouched by civilians, too unpredictable in the winter, being so close to the mountains. While normally quiet and silent, that peaceful calm was disturbed by the sounds of battle and gunfire.

"We have an enhanced in the field." Issac heard Steve's voice in his ear as he ducked to avoid getting his head blown off by the blast from a large gun resting on top of an armored bunker. He noticed Clint a few trees down, loading another arrow and waiting for an opening.

"What are we dealing with?" He asked into his own comms, glancing over at the archer as he reloaded his gun.

They waited for a moment before pausing. Both of their senses had picked up on something odd, shoulders tensing as they reloaded their weapons. It was a strange staticky feeling he recognized but couldn't place. Clint furrowed his eyebrows, poking out and firing an arrow. Something breezed past, so fast it was hard to tell if it caught the arrow or if it was hit by it. They shared an odd look before Zachary felt something collide into him from behind. The force of the impact was enough to send him into the air, doing a complete spin and landing flat on his ass with a groan. By the time he looked up, Clint was in the same position.

Briefly startled, they failed to realize they were completely out in the open, no longer protected by the trees they were hiding behind. Issac saw a flash of blue just a few seconds too late. He made an attempt to put up a barrier around Clint, however the blast from the weapon still managed to graze his side before he could cover him completely. He cursed out loud and rushed over, kneeling beside the man and looking carefully at the wound. Natasha was at his side in a few seconds, having been nearby presumably.

"I've got this. You deal with the enhanced." She said quickly, taking a piece of gauze and pressing it to the wound. "Clint's hit." She alerted the team through their communications device, as Issac pulled back, quickly sliding out of the way to avoid another blast

"Can someone deal with that bunker?" He pleaded into the comms, beyond frustrated at this point. With the technology they were dealing with, it was clear that the scepter was here. They came to the country on a fluke, a small lead that had a slight chance of actually being something. A heavy chance, a big risk, a big 'if', a mere possibility of the scepter actually being here.

He kept his senses tuned up to eleven, listening or trying to get a feel of the person. He caught a brief glimpse before he disappeared again, male, young, white hair. Not your average appearance, which made him a little easier to spot from a distance.

"Keep an eye out for a white haired male, young, wearing a dark tracksuit. He shouldn't be too hard to notice in this environment." Issac spoke into the comms to make sure the rest of the team was on high alert.

"Any idea of what we're dealing with?" Steve asked a few minutes later.

"No. he's fast, but that's all I'm getting." Issac ran a hand through his hair.

"Stark, how are we looking?" Steve asked, waiting for a reply from the man in the metal suit.

After a few minutes, Stark finally spoke up.