Chaos | Steve Rogers

Chapter 13

Malia's POV:

Bucky was the first one to react. He punched the soldier nearest to him and threw the other one into the wall.

As the third soldier raised his gun at me, I mimicked Bucky and threw him into the wall using my telekinesis.

I immediately started fighting the fourth and was vaguely aware of Bucky grabbing the fifth guy's gun and throwing him on the ground. Hard.

I quickly channelled my inner Rapunzal and grabbed one of the pans laying around before smacking the dirtbag I was fighting on the head and turned to Bucky.

"Sorry to inform you Winter, but if you keep going like this you're gonna kill someone."

Bucky had this crazy look in his eyes as if he was a starving man aching for more.

Steve put his hand on Bucky's shoulder- to try and talk some sense into him no doubt- when all of a sudden, Bucky flipped Cap over and threw him on the ground. He went to punch him but Steve acted quickly and moved his head narrowly dodging death by a glorified spatula.

Then Bucky surprised us all by removing his hand from the hole in the ground revealing that he had hidden a bag down there.

"I'm not gonna kill anyone." He said in a gruff voice.

"You sure? Cause you got this look in your eyes that says the opposite of what you just stated." I chimed innocently.

Bucky didn't even glance at me as he threw his bag outside the broken window. Then when more soldiers walked in Steve quickly grabbed his shield and used it to protect us from the bullets.

Bucky quickly grabbed me and Steve and threw us into the soldiers climbing through the window.

I thought men born and raised in the 40s where gentlemen!

I quickly grabbed one of the soldier's gun and threw it aside before punching him hard enough to knock him out.

Steve and I ran out of the apartment to see German soldiers strewn all over the place.

So far, Bucky is not making a good first impression.

Steve spotted one of the soldiers that was on the ground communicating with his comrades- no doubt telling them where Bucky was headed.

I flicked my wrist and sent the walkie towards the wall effectively destroying it.

I knew by the look on Steve's face that he wasn't happy I was using my powers but decided not to comment considering the fact that, you know, we were chasing an ex-assasin that used to be brainwashed into working for a top secret Nazi group dedicated to taking over the world.

Man how do we not have a spot Oprah?!

Then, Steve grabbed me- not that way unfortunately- and jumped down the stairs batman style.

We fought our way through a sea of soldiers and I noticed Bucky throwing one over the railing. Steve reacted quickly and caught the man before he could plunge to his death.

"Hey terminator! Mind tuning down the violence a bit? This is a PG fanfiction." I called rolling my eyes.

Steve hauled the man over the railing just as Bucky jumped down and into another soldier.

Just as one of the soldiers aimed his gun at Bucky, I threw a wave of compulsion and made everyone who was in the German Special Forces fall asleep. Well, everyone on this floor.

Bucky once again jumped down, this time a couple of flights down, before busting the exit door and running out.

Steve and I quickly looked down to see the man in question fighting... a cat? This is getting weirder and weirder by the second.

"Sam southwest roof top."  Steve called.

"Who the hell is the other guy?" Sammy yelled.

"Let's find out shall we? After all it would be rude not to welcome the creepy, probably elderly dude, fighting in an glorified cat Halloween costume."

Steve rolled his eyes as he quickly jumped down the building and into the rooftop of the other.

"Yeah I'm just gonna use the stairs."

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By the time I had caught up, weird creepy elderly dude in a glorified cat Halloween costume- I really need to learn his name- was chasing Bucky, Steve was chasing weird creepy... you know what, let's go with Pussy. And I was chasing them. Who's chasing me you ask? Well, that honor goes to the police.

Considering I couldn't run as fast as the other guys, I used my telekinesis to float up from the ground and fly after them.

I watched as Steve stole one of the cop's cars and Pussy grabbed on to the back of the car.

Suddenly, a pain exploded at the back of my head. I lost focus and crashed to the ground. I was vaguely aware of a stinging pain in my shoulder but the pain behind my eyes was worse.

I screwed my eyes shut as a scream ripped through me, the white hot pain increasing. Suddenly it was gone.

But so was the sound of cars in the tunnel.

I slowly opened my eyes to reveal that I was no longer in Bucharest. In fact, I wasn't even in Romania.

My breath caught as I recognized where I was.

I was in my old home in the Montana Mountains. Tears gathered in my eyes as I saw who was standing at the porch.

It was my grandmother.

Anastasia Summers.

AN: Malia's old  house in the pic above.