In Your Eyes // Steve Rogers

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Panting, sweating, and repeatedly swearing under my breath, I kicked robot ass until the swarm of Ultron's robots ended. Swallowing a robot within a portal, I swung it to Steve to kick another through,  then I collapsed to my knees.

"You okay?" wondered Steve. He was out of breath himself, though not half as hard as I was.

Between breaths, I said, "God, this is..."

"Insane," chimed Barton, "You need some help, Clara?"

"Barton," I warned.

"Right," he said, "Just call if you need me."

"I'll make a bird call."

A minor absence of attackers gave me a few seconds to catch my breath. I tied my hair into a ponytail. I ran my hands over my face, clearing the debris and the sweat above my brow.

Hands fell into my vision. "We've got incoming," warned Steve.

Side by side, we waited for the robots to reach us.

Excluding the embarrassing panting, and the two times a nervous, "Oh, jeez," came from my mouth, I was more than capable of defending myself against the second wave.

Near the end, I kicked the knee of a robot, snapping it clean off. Unable to walk, about to fall, the robot used his last balance to throw his body at my own.  I tried to duck. No impact occurred. Looking back, I saw the robot in pieces on the ground.

A little speedster named Pietro had disbanded the robot for me. Faster than my eye could see, he swept past me, winked, then sped away again.

With a last grunt, Steve broke the head off of a robot, ending the swarm. 

Before I could mention Pietro's impressive save, said boy yelled, "Incoming!" over our earpieces.

"Incoming what?" I asked, turning on my heel quickly.

His face was inches from mine, a smirk on his lips. "Incoming me."

"You know, you're quite annoying."

"So I have been told."

"Cap, Blake, four blocks West from you, mass of civilians. Robots closing in," warned Tony.

Seeing as Steve was in charge of authorizing the mission, Pietro and I looked to him for direction.

"Go," he said, "Take Maximoff with you."

Pietro held out his arms.

Raising my hand, I said, "Portals are faster."

"I have to disagree," he said thoughtfully.

I nodded, my eyebrows raised in debate. "We'll have to test it when this is over."

"Deal," agreed Pietro, chuckling. His arms wiggled, reinstating his offer. "Want a ride, Portals?"

Suspiciously watching our interaction, Steve muttered, "Watch it."

"You heard him, Sonic," I said, curling my fingers, "I'm taken."