Mister Rogers ⍟ || Steve Rogers

8

I sped down the road, heading to the Triskeleon. Sitwell, crammed in the backseat between Sam and Natasha, grabbed the back of my seat, leaning forward, "Why so fast Jones? It's not like you're gonna make it."

"Why don't you shut up," Sam said, pulling Sitwell's hand off of my seat.

"He's got a point though," it was Natasha's turn to grip Steve's seat, leaning forward between us, "Insight's launching in 16 hours, we're cutting it a bit close here."

Steve nodded, "I know. We'll use him to bypass the DNA scans and access the helicarriers directly."

Immediately, Sitwell's face dropped, "What? That's a terrible-"

A thud hit the roof of the car. I barely had time to register it before the metal caved in above us.

Before anyone could react, a streak of silver punched through the window, grabbing Sitwell and dragging him out of sight in an instant.

Bullets ripped through the back window. I caught flashes in the rearview mirror, but nothing clear. Natasha shoved forward into the front seat, forcing Steve's head down just as more rounds came through the glass.

I tightened my grip on the wheel and slammed the brakes. Sam lurched forward hard into my seat with a groan.

Steve caught Natasha before she could be propel through the windshield, pulling her back down as the car skidded to a stop.

A body was flung from the roof, onto the road, Sitwell no where to be seen. Almost effortlessly it seemed, our attacker landed perfectly, using his metal arm to slow his momentum.

My eyes widened and my heartbeat quickened as I watched him recover slowly from the road. Something about how calm his movements were and how quick he reacted was made me uneasy. Of the many enemies I had fought, none had ever moved as agonizingly slow as him.

All four of us froze as he stood fully upright, completely unmoving. 

I forced myself out of the trance first. Natasha's pistol was loose in her grip. I snatched it without another thought and raised it toward him. My finger barely brushed the trigger when the rearview mirror flashed.

A black SUV slammed into our bumper, jolting us forward hard enough that the gun flew out of my hand.

Before I could recover, the metal-arm man was already sprinting up the length of the car. My foot pushed all of my weight on the break pedal, but he didn't budge. His arm smashed through the windshield, ripping the steering wheel from my hands.

"Holy shit!" yelled Sam. I released the break pedal, diving into the back seat as our vehicle spiraled out of control.

"Addy push when I do!" Steve commanded over the screeches of our tires.

Sam scrambled over to me, pulling me tightly against him. I grabbed the door handle with a strong grip, my other arm wrapped securely around his torso.

Then, our car flipped. I waited a second before using the combined weight of Sam and I to push against the door, sending us flying out of the airborne car. After a few seconds of silent air time, the car door broke our fall with a crash sending us skidding down the road. The car door caught on a pothole in the cement, bringing our sled to a halting stop and forcing me to tuck and roll until I stopped.

Blinking my eyes open, I saw the blurry figure of Sam pulling me up to my feet and dragging me along with him. I then heard a pop, followed by an explosion, and saw a clear image of a grenade exploding upon Steve's shield, sending him flying from the bridge.

Bullets flew at Sam and I and we split, him sprinting to be shielded by a car and me somersaulting behind a mini van. Taking a moment to catch my breath, I glanced to my side, seeing Natasha barely escape a barrage of bullets by jumping off of the bridge. The only two remaining targets on the bridge were Sam and I.