On The Edge. | Steve Rogers.

twenty five.

The large cargo ship reeked of sweat, rust, and something else that he would rather not name or think about right now. Most of the men working for Klaue had panicked and fled the ship already, leaving just his henchmen behind and of course, Ultron's puppets as they prepared to clear out the vibranium. From his position behind the wall, a bit higher up from where Thor, Tony, and Steve confronted Ultron, Issac could see everything. He carefully cocked his rifle, rolling out his shoulder a bit before aiming it at the Maximoff girl, seeing her easily through the scope. He didn't relish shooting someone who was younger than him, however she was a major threat they needed to be prepared to take out if necessary. They knew so little about the enhanced twins that they were going into this possibly severely outmatched.

He couldn't hear what they were saying, seeing their lips moving through the scope but being way out of earshot. In the blink of an eye Ultron had attacked. The Avengers jumped into action, fighting off the metal men and a blur and silver and light blue. The Maximoff girl stood back, knocking anyone who got close to her away with her abilities but otherwise, she didn't do much. Maria was right when she said their abilities were similar, only hers manifested as an ominous red mist while his was a lighter blue, occasionally a darker purple.

Klaue's henchmen joined the fight on his order as well, however they were shooting at both sides, making their job easier and harder at the same time. Issac emptied the small amount of ammo he had, managing to take down a few metal men and a few of Klaue's before tossing the gun to the side and climbing down.

He reached for the knife hidden in his boot, unsheathing it and taking down the two nearest armed men. Suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood and he turned, raising a barrier just in time to see the other twin bounce off of it and fall onto his back. He couldn't remember his name- Petro? Preggo?- so he settled for calling him the boy for now.

The boy shook away his momentary daze, getting up from the ground before he was knocked back again by Issac. He couldn't keep up with him in terms of speed, not even coming close to his level, so his best option right now was to keep him at a distance and on his ass, more or less.

"Stay down." he warned, pointing his knife threateningly.

The boy wiped away a bit of blood from a newly split lip, laughing slightly.

"You fight with these people- with Stark- but you are Sokovian, no? You know what he's done."

Issac stayed quiet, eyeing the male closely as he pulled himself to his feet.

"You can't be younger than us, you've lived through the war." The boy circled him slowly. "I can see it in your eyes. The way you look at us, at all this." He gestured around him and his gaze darkened slightly. "How you look at Sokovia." 

"You don't even know me." Issac laughed humorlessly, following his movements closely. He wouldn't let the boy distract him nor would he allow him to get the upper hand. 

The boy merely tilted his head, silver hair falling over his forehead slightly with the movement. 

"How long do you plan on living in denial?"

Issac had enough. He raised his free hand, sending a jolt of energy at the boy in front of him. The force was enough to send him into the air, knocking him over the railing and down onto the cargo below. He didn't have time to deal with a delinquent's stupid games. Tony must have taken the fight with Ultron outside, leaving the rest of the men to him and the others. He took a quick look around, surveying just how many were left before pausing and doing a double take.

The girl had disappeared from where she'd been watching everything closely. Looking around carefully, he actually saw no sign of her whatsoever. Had she fled or gone into hiding? Perhaps she wasn't nearly as strong as they all assumed and couldn't handle everything. It was a bit of a reach, he knew that, but he still couldn't help but hope that was the case deep down.