Battle for the Helicarriers (Part Three)

As Tony Stark had [Xingsi Five] check his armor's condition, he flew toward the exit he had melted open earlier. He couldn't resist teasing, "Hill, don't tell me Natasha and Barton have run into another freakishly strong fighter like Rogers?"

"Uh, they have." Maria Hill confirmed his guess, disbelief ringing in her voice. "I never imagined Alexander Pierce had a trump card like this hidden away. These Hydra soldiers have the strength, speed, and reflexes of Captain Rogers himself. Where did he get so many super soldiers?"

"See? I knew something would go wrong. Things never follow Fury's script."

Tony Stark grumbled, but he didn't slow down. The Mark 45 Armor shot through the Helicarrier's damaged hull and soared back into the sky.

"Good thing the handsome and brilliant Tony Stark came prepared—"

Tony Stark delivered the self-satisfied line, adjusted course, and pushed his thrusters to full power. A streak of red and gold, he raced toward the nearest Helicarrier.

Meanwhile, aboard the second Helicarrier, Hawkeye faced the most dangerous situation of his career.

In the vast hangar above the central server room, Hawkeye crouched behind a pile of cargo crates. His chest heaved from the fighting, but his breathing was so quiet it was almost inaudible.

He reached into the quiver on his back and counted. A wry smile crossed his face. Only seven arrows remained.

He still had plenty of arrowheads: explosive, electric, armor-piercing, and one grappling-hook head.

Seven arrows were nowhere near enough to defeat the troublesome opponent outside.

Hawkeye had never imagined that he, a marksman who almost never missed, would one day use so many arrows against a single enemy and still fail to kill him.

Not far away, at the other end of the hangar, a bearded Winter Soldier searched for Hawkeye. He carried