Mister Rogers ⍟ || Steve Rogers

VIII. Who the Hell is Bucky?

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 Marrese? It's not like you're gonna make it."

"Why don't you shut up," Sam said, pulling his 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 sounded on the roof, quickly I surveyed the roof of the vehicle caving in. Before anyone could react, a streak of silver broke through the window, grabbing Sitwell and disappearing.

Bullets from the back window came flying at us. Through the rear view mirror I tried searching for the source while Natasha swiftly jumped up to the front into Steve's lap, forcing his head down.

With a tightening grip on the steering wheel, I slammed down on the break pedal, sending Sam crashing into my seat. Quickly, Steve grabbed Natasha, preventing her from propelling through the window.

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 get up slowly from the road. Something about how slow his movements were and how quick he reacted was made me uneasy. I had fought many strong fighters before, but none had ever moved like him.

All four of us watched him in awe as he stood fully, unmoving. I snapped out of whatever weird effect he had on us and briefly looked around me. In the limp hand of Natasha was a pistol, which I snatched from her. I aimed it at the figure, ready to pull the trigger when the rear view mirror caught my eye.

I watched, with no time to react as a black SUV rammed into our bumper pushing us forward and knocking the gun from my hands. The metal armed man started a sprint up our car, landing on the roof. My foot pushed all of my weight on the break pedal, giving me no time to resist when his arm smashed through the windshield, ripping the steering wheel from my hands.

"Holy shit!" I heard Sam yell. 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 now Sam and I.