The Sergeant, The Soldier, The Survivor

35: Captain America and the White Wolf

The penultimate chapter!

 The two of us arrived in New York at the Global Recreation Council offices, it being surrounded by armed police officers, bullet proof trucks and many news reporters. I had received a report informing us that the politicians due to sign the Patch Act in which thousands of refugees would be forced back to their homelands were now being held hostage in their meeting room. I led the way, weaving my way through the chaos outside, a couple of soldiers saluting Bucky and me as we entered the scene. "Sam, what's your status?" I asked over the earpiece we were wearing.

"I'm almost there," he announced.

"Karli's gotta be close," Bucky said.

"They could be anybody," I pointed out; there were many people wearing full tactical gear so it wasn't hard to believe that the Flagsmashers had somehow commandeered an outfit and was hiding in plain sight.

"I'm here," Sam said and we looked up to see him flying in the nights sky. "What's going on your end?"

"Nothing, all quiet," Bucky said as we entered the lobby of the building, looking around for any sign on activity but the halls were empty.

"Nobody's approaching the building," I looked through the windows.

"It's a misdirection, she's trying to force everybody out- keep everyone inside-," Sam said quickly but he suddenly grunted as though he had been attacked. "You guys are gonna have to do something, don't let them out of the building!"

"There's one of 'em," Bucky noticed a suspicious guard outside. "I'll get the evac."

"On it," I nodded, slipping outside the building and following the guard around the edge of the building towards a set of stairs. I snuck behind him, tailing him as he approached the basement car park where there were two armed trucks full of politicians who believed they were being escorted into them for their safety. I did spot the suspect put a strange locking device on the doors, the other guards ignorant to this fact as they drove the trucks away. "Shit," I muttered, the trucks leaving the car park. "Bucky where the hell are you?!" I hissed, firing up my jets and flying towards the trucks but a large hand grabbed my ankle.

I turned to see the large guard pull me to the ground, damaging my jets. He was just about to punch me but I blocked him with a forcefield, landing my own punch on his stomach, then his face. He picked me up and threw me to the ground, me then creating a forcefield and throwing him up to the ceiling roughly before he landed in a heap on the floor. I stood and clenched my fists, ready for another attack. I noticed he was only using his fists meaning his legs would be weak so I slid up him and kicked him on the back of his knee causing him to fall to the ground where I kneed him in the face.

He scrambled to his feet but I was ready, tripping him up with a forcefield and kneeing him in the face, breaking his nose. He tried to trip me up but I ran into the air and drop kicked him in the neck. "(y/n)!" Bucky called out to me, entering the car park.

"The trucks have gone, where the hell have you been?" I shouted at him. Behind me I heard the roar of an engine and glanced to see he had commandeered a motorbike. I punched the villain one last time before running into the air and jumping on the back of the bike, Bucky speeding out of the car park and onto the streets. "Sam the chopper's taking off!"

"On it," he said through the comms. I had to cling onto Bucky tightly as he sped up, my jets sparking slightly but still able to work if only for a little bit.

"Barrier up ahead," Bucky said, spotting the trucks that had been stopped by large concrete barriers. "Your jets still working?"

"Just about."