Warning: this chapter contains mild violence, including a tiny bit of dismemberment. Don't like, don't read.
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If there's one thing that Charlie knew, it was that getting shot hurt, especially when it's repeatedly in the chest area (with a skintight suit on). She stumbled back and coughed a few times, feeling something crawl up her throat as the Winter Soldier reloaded his gun.
Whatever it was finally came out of her system and fell onto her hand. She slowly opened her eyes to see bullets covered in blood. She gaged and shut her eyes tightly.
"That's not natural." She muttered, opening her eyes. Charlie dropped the bullets as another round came in. Oh come on that's not fair! She was jolted back with each bullet, but managed to get one of her knives out and toss it once he ran out of bullets.
She didn't bother to hack up the bullets, but took his distracted state to knock the gun from his hand. He ripped the knife from his metal shoulder and tossed it away.
"That was probably a bad idea..." Charlie mumbled. The Winter Soldier lunged at her with a knife of his own, and Charlie ducked. I can do this, I can do this.
Duck, dodge, jump, punch, back up, shit. Charlie couldn't keep up. The Winter Soldier was going at a pace that was to fast for her to comprehend. Faster than Natasha; Faster than Clint. The doors flew open as a searing pain went through Charlie's arm. She cried out in pain, holding her arm to her chest.
Blood poured out of the wound, and Charlie's head ache came back ten times worsethan before.
"He... Cut off my fucking hand." She gasped, as if the stump she now had didn't make it obvious. Her lost limb lay on the floor motionless as the Winter Soldier went in to attack again. An exploding arrow grazed her cheek, and hit the wall blowing both herself and the Winter Soldier off their feet.
Charlie blacked out
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Clint didn't know what else he could have done. He pulled the last explosive arrow he had from his quiver and let it fly.
The room exploded in a flash of red and grey and concrete from the walls flew here and there. He caught sight of Charlie, struggling to get up before passing out on the floor. The blood had finally stopped pouring from the stump she now had instead of a hand.
"I'll get Charlie," He said to Steve before climbing through the rubble. He tossed his bow across his shoulder, and crawled over a larger part of the rubble.
Something cold grabbed his leg, and seconds before he was pulled down, he realized it was the metallic hand of the Winter Soldier. Clint groaned when his head hit the floor, and let out a small cry in surprise when a knife was jammed into his calf.
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Charlie jolted awake when she heard a cry in pain. She blinked groggily and tried to look around. The dust had settled quickly, but a small amount of smoke was still present.
Through it though she could see Clint lying on the ground with the Winter Soldier at his feet. The soldier pulled his knife from Clint's leg, and jabbed it back in. Her eyes filled with rage, and she knew the good man Steve talked about was gone - for now, at least. You shoot to kill. Tony's words rang through her head. She reached for her gun, and found it missing. Tears gathered in her eyes as she used hand and stump to pull herself forward.
She gagged when she saw her hand laying on the ground in a pool of its own blood; then, the blood began to boil and the stump burned. Charlie cried out loudly in pain, and grabbed her fallen limb with her other hand.
What else can I try? She held in her sickness as she pressed wound to wound, and broken bone to broken bone. The heat became unbearable, and she let out the loudest scream that she could. Everyone in the room froze, and stopped to watch, even the Winter Soldier.
The flesh burned as it reconnected, causing her skin to turn red and raw. Clint snapped out of his daze, and took the distraction to kick the Winter Soldier in the face, knocking off his mask - but not his goggles.
Clint scurried away, knife still in his leg. Tony landed at the entrance of the room, Wanda following behind. The Winter Soldier and Charlie stood. Reaching up, Charlie unstrapped her mask and let it fall. She took in long, deep breaths and coughed out the bullets she hadn't bothered to before.
"Honey," She waved her her previously dismembered hand at him. "I'm home." She lunged at the Winter Soldier, sending them both off their feet. Charlie caught Steve's eyes.
"Get out of here! Go!" She socked The Winter Soldier in the jaw before he shoved her off and rolled to his feet. Steve was reluctantly pulled to the exit of the room by Wanda. The Hulk could be heard somewhere nearby.
Charlie jumped up, and they began to fight once again. Each punch from his metal arm left Charlie breathless. Punch, kick, punch, punch, kick, knee to the face. Charlie couldn't see any end to the fight. She blocked another swing, and heard her arm crack. She cried out in pain when he continued by using his human hand to punch her in the gut.
She stumbled back a few feet and replayed some of the training in her mind; whatever they trained her in was useless now. There were no guns, no knives, and he was stronger than all of them.
"Steve, do you remember what I told you!?" She jumped away from another one of the Winter Soldier's swings. There has to be an opening. "When we first met, do you remember what I said!?"
"What are you talking about!?" He asked, watching nervously as his two friends fought.
"Well boys, you may want to cover your eyes." It happened so quickly that no one could react before it happened. The Winter Soldier could take just about anything, maybe even a bullet to the stomach. But the moment Charlie's foot connected, he went down in agony, and wouldn't be getting up any time soon.
"I told you, Steve." Charlie said breathlessly. "The most I can do... Is roundhouse kick him in the nuts."
And with those words, Charlie fainted again.
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A/N: it's so sad there's only one chapter left for this story! I go back to school tomorrow, so don't expect a morning update. Hope you enjoyed, and sorry for the rushed and rather crappy fight scene.
Edited: 3/29/16
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