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meme | accepting | mxverik
The battlefield is dark, cold down to his bones; the damp seeps through uniforms, insidious, and it’s hell and a half to fight in the middle of the night. They might have the element of surprise, but it’s not worth shit if they get killed by the cold or by tripping over a root, or a wire–
The gunfire kills any hope of surprise; and Barnes is good with a gun, better than most, but HYDRA’s got their own snipers, and their thugs care less about survival than anyone in the SSR does, throwing them-selves into the fray, taking everyone with them. And they’re too fanned out, he realizes abruptly, only eight of them against whatever army’s coming at them, need to get close and stay small if they’re going to break through.
She’s closest to him, trees a blur as he sprints, catching sight of the black-clad HYDRA agent – his first shot misses, handgun kickback less precise than rifle tucked against his shoulder, and the man raises his gun, aims at her–
The bodycheck has him in her place, a bullet between the HYDRA soldier’s eyes as another one burns through his neck, spinning him sideways, wet heat spilling across his collar–