"They actually let him get away! Fuck!"
Black Widow resentfully holstered her pistol, staring darkly at the flames vanishing into the night as she spat out a classic curse.
Pierce's office looked as though it had been through a typhoon, with wreckage and fragments of furniture scattered everywhere.
"Watch your language! Then come give me a hand." Steve, sprawled amid a heap of debris, struggled upright and asked Natasha for help. "None of us expected Crossbones to come in wearing a wingsuit, much less that he'd be so sharp. It was still my fault. I used the shield and still failed to take him down completely."
Natasha rubbed her hair, sighed, and walked over to the Captain, extending a hand.
"Your weapon is too large. Vibranium doesn't make noise when you swing it, but an expert can still sense the movement of the air. Still, this isn't just your fault. None of us knew when he modified his body. How's your injury?"
There had not actually been many exchanges between them. Crossbones had been ambushed the moment he entered, and Steve had intended to shut the door and beat the dog, yet after a fierce struggle, he had failed to gain the upper hand.
That guy had no idea what kind of drugs he had taken. Even in the darkness, Captain America had begun to suspect that Red Skull was the one fighting him. His physical abilities and resistance to damage were even greater than Red Skull's, which was simply incomprehensible.
In the dark, he had disemboweled Crossbones with the edge of his shield. Yet the man acted as though nothing had happened, slashing Steve's leg artery with a dagger before taking the chance to leap out through the hole Black Widow had previously cut in the glass.
Natasha chased