𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕠𝕞

“COMPLETELY. Unnecessary. Information, Cap, thank you. Hand in your resignation by five, all invitations to Avengers events are hereby rescinded. Yes, even the Christmas Karaoke party.”

@oldtiimey

Cap was serious as ever, and when was that a surprise. Usually, that just meant that Tony had something to bounce his remarks off of, but right now it felt as though he had hit a wall of silence. Which seemed oddly dramatic, because what…big deal, Cap wasn’t paling around? He couldn’t pinpoint it, but there was some sort of dread looming over him, a feeling. Luckily, he was used to ignoring those well enough.

     “Right, let’s move.”

And move they did, right into the brunt of the operation. Luckily the ‘operation’ looked to be about ten muscleheads with shitty aim, and a few stragglers prowling the higher levels. Easy as pie. The sound of Cap’s shield flying through the air was joined by low-power repulsor beams, as one…two…three of them fell. That’s when the bullets came raining down (the stragglers had found some guns too, great). They were weak, and the only damage to his suit was on the paint job. This would still be a walk in the park.

So why couldn’t he move? His pulse was drumming in his ears, and his chest felt so damn tight. Damn it…Trying to steady his breath, he fired off a wild shot from his palm. He succeeded only in hitting a far-off wall which came crumbling down noisily (just like the buildings, the skyscrapers those creatures brought barreling down—no). He was struggling to calm down amidst the sounds of gunfire and the stream of warnings FRIDAY was issuing him. It wasn’t working. And there he stood, like some useless metal statue, just watching as Cap continued to fight.

[ @oldtiimey ]