Run like hell! (the Avengers are after me! S.H.E.I.L.D & HYDRA TOO!)

S.H.E.I.L.D, agent of..

I DO NOT OWN the Avengers, just my OC’s.

You know, green and yellow really not the best color choices for- OH CRAP! I ducked down as the side view mirror above my head broke to pieces. Aiming in a non-prone position, trifling, doing that while running and firing, well good for me. I pitched forward as something pinged off the Durango and my foot caught the arm of the guy I had knocked out. With a not so graceful tumble into the ditch, I avoided a few more bullets and felt something tangle in between my feet.

Righting myself I grabbed ahold of the object and started rolling over and over again along the ditch till I found a flatter surface to get my feet on. With a push I launched myself onto the pavement with a rush of spinning vision. Trees, trees, gotta get to the-

“He’s heading to the treeline!” One of the HYDRA agents yelled as I swerved abruptly and avoided another bullet. Grandpa was fond of a Japanese tale about an archer and a farmer making a deal about something. The archer would shoot at the farmer but would end up missing each time cause the farmer did a serpentine pattern whenever he heard the sound of the bowstring. Wanna guess what he had the six of us do? Hint though, it only involved arrows a third of the time, and no it wasn’t paintballs.

Shot after shot peppered the ground as I continued to run across the road. Something was off, they didn’t sound like bullets. No cracks or pops, resounding booms with a ringing after effect. These where puffs and tings of metal, even silencers made noise like small cracks. Like a .22 except for the fact it reported a slight crack, but that was for silenced actual guns, these… oh crud they’re tranquilizers.

Run faster, RUN FASTER! I was right about to jump over a small dip between the edge of the road and the tree’s when I felt a pinprick, okay, hornets sting in the back of my leg. I landed on the ground and did a couple of hops into the trees before I stopped, stooped down and pulled the tranq dart out of my leg. Okay, bad idea considering it had barbs. I let out a hiss of pain and started skip/hopping further into the trees as the goons started shouting out orders. Flank left, go around and entrap him, tell agent six to get visuals up on area and to switch to thermo.

“THERMO?!” I exclaim in disdain as I blink past a brief wave of disbelief, but it goes away with a biting sense of annoyance. These guys are HYDRA, why wouldn’t I expect them to not have some capability like that. Well, I have a feeling Agent Six is the sniper, hopefully. So I think I may just need to take care of him first. Alright, I ran about… darn it’s starting to get dizzy here. Walk, just walk. Take out a few before you go down.

That’s what I did, walk further into the woods and at an angle towards the place where I thought the sniper may be. A snap of a tree limb and before I knew it I was up against a tree with the crowbar in one hand and the… stun baton? Looking down I saw a pressure sensitive plate under my fingers. The baton itself was black with silver studs about an inch thick with four metal prongs at the top. Huh, and stun batons are supposed to be bulky.

“Agent twelve said he tagged the target when he was running across the road.” One guy said while he was walking. Even and quick pace, confident and loud. He wasn’t truly looking, tracking my movements.

“How long till it takes affect?” The other guy says. Two sets of footsteps so far, only these two in the deliberate area.

“If the test were right, twelve minutes with the smallest dosage, with the amount of time Twelve said he saw the kid with the dart in him, I’d give him eight more minutes till he keels over.” Eight minutes, give or take one.

                They took two more steps and were parallel with my tree. I turned around the other side swiftly and brought the crowbar upside the head of the guy standing on the left. He crashed into the guy on the right and stumbled into the tree, I squeezed the handle of the baton and quickly jabbed the tip into the right guy’s neck. He crumbled to the ground and his weapon, a weird looking pistol on the quality of a pistol style ar-15 looks wise, tumbled out of his hand. When guy on left tried to turn around slightly, I smacked him with the baton and he went down.