Frozen By Love (A Stoki Fic) {UNDER EDITING}

Chapter 15

Steve's POV

Tony threw the first hit, the beam from his arc reactor powered suit hitting me, hard, in the chest, sending me flying back.

"Guess the old man didn't have time to put up his shield. Your reflexes seem to be deteriorating. What a sad shame." Tony's voice is sneering, his words taunting.

"Steve!" Natasha calls, turning and running towards me as I detach myself from the wall, pieces crumbling around me as I get my bearings.

She's by my side in an instant, making sure I'm ok.

"I'm fine. I just really want to punch that smirk off his face." My words turn into a growl, surprising me.

Tony mocks hurt, even putting an iron hand to his mask. "Oh boy am I offended. That really hurt Cap. My feelings are broken."

Bruce, now in his Hulk form, growls in Tony's direction. "Your face will be more broken then your feelings."

Natasha covers a laugh at Clint's worried face, a hand instinctively going up to his face, clearly not wanting to get his face pummeled.

"Come on then. You are all words with no actions following them. It's like a warrior fighting in a war with no sword." Thor joins in on the taunts, his hammer gripped tightly, ready for battle.

Thor's words snap me. I grit my teeth and dash forward to the right, seeming as if I'm going after Thor, but my true target is to the slight left of me, in the middle of the enemy group: Tony Stark.

Thor sees my move as a sign of attack on him, and he yells something , his hammering raising in my direction, third able body moving swiftly to block whatever attack I have in store.

My dash is the gun shot to a horse race, first everything was still and tense, and now everyone is moving, weapons clanking and bodies blurring within one another.

I manage avoid getting smashed in the face by Thor's hammer, using my shield to deflect the attack, sending him towards the wall, the plaster cracking under the god's weight.

With Thor out of my way for now, I quickly scan the room for Tony.

At first I see Natasha fighting Clint, the two easily challenged by one another, Clint using his arrows as a way to create space between him and Nat, him knowing her upper hand would be hand to hand combat. She easily dodges the arrows, but the quicker they fly at her, clearly the harder it is for her to avoid them.

Before I turn away I see an arrow whizz my her head, just barely missing the top of her scalp. I hear a few colorful vocabulary terms coming from her mouth as I turn my attention away the two and back to looking for my target.

Then my eyes fall upon him and Bruce fighting, Tony trying to get the Hulk's feet with his arc reactor power, trying to disable the beast.

Whilst distracted, I make my way swiftly towards the fighting duo, Tony's back to me as I raise my shield to attack.

The shield almost lands on its target, but something blackens my vision.

My face hits the cold tile ground, hard, the adamantium-vibranium alloy shield spinning its way from me, my hand going limp, my vision blurring.

Sounds around me sound underwater, the bright lights from the upper ceiling whitening the edges of my already distorted vision, making me wince.

Blobs surround me, their colors blurring together into a messy rainbow, their sounds screeching into my ringing ears.

My eyelids feel heavy, feeling like rocks weigh them down, blackness covering over half my vision, my body, once strong and capable of defeating an army, now weak, not even handling a cold floor.

I give in to the darkness, pain lurking over my body, my eyelids closing as I slip into the realm of unconsciousness.