Margaret Carter sped through the busy, chaotic street, the super-soldier on her tail. She flicked swiftly through the crowds, holding her machine gun in hand. Her long brown locks flowed gracefully through the air as she ran, the lower half of her face concealed by a mask. Steve Rogers, the super-soldier,
swept Margaret off her feet with his shield, before it returned back to his hand. She fell heavily, her mask falling off. She got up, almost unharmed, except from a twisted, maybe even fractured, ankle and limp-ran on. She shot repeatedly at Steve, but he dodged every perfect shot she made. She cursed under her breath and ran through a road, which, at the end, was blocked by several SHIELD operative cars.
"Shit." she groaned. It was a dead end. She slowed down. Her only option was to kill Rogers. Before she could even turn to face him, he had thrown his shield at her arm, the force of which made the loudest crack through her arm. She yelped in pain and dropped her gun. As her hair moved out of her face, Steve's face twisted in confusion.
"Peggy?" he said, shocked.
"W... who's Peggy?" she replied, a look of bewilderment spread across her face with just a twinge of pain shooting across her eyes.
