"BOOM!!!"
The fiery blast gradually swelled across the snow, shifting from crimson to orange-yellow before slowly turning into thick black smoke.
Steve and Natasha rolled a long way across the snow, but the moment they stopped, they raised their heads from the ground and looked toward the exploding car.
Only when they saw that the monster did not emerge from the flames again did they both let out a breath of relief, rolling onto their backs and gasping in the snow.
"Finally dead."
"Yeah, cough cough."
Steve wiped the blood from his nose and spoke in utter exhaustion. Natasha agreed in the same tone of someone who had survived a disaster, then began coughing.
Inside, she had been complaining nonstop. The people her boss had found were acting far too realistically all the way through, to the point that even she was starting to feel like they were truly being hunted.
Still, her injuries were neither too serious nor too minor now, which was very helpful for the act.
Captain America climbed to his feet and helped Black Widow up as well. Looking at the burning wreckage of the vehicle in the distance, he wore a grave expression.
After the two had come out of the subway station, before Steve could even find a public telephone, the other side's men in black had appeared on the street.
He had no choice but to use a trash can lid to buy time, while Natasha stole a car from the roadside. The two began fleeing for their lives. Their pursuers had not only cars, but also secret new weapons like helicopters. Rockets, rocket launchers, heavy machine guns—every kind of weapon was thrown at them.
She drove while he shielded them from bullets and returned fire. Even so, amid the unending artillery fire