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꧁꧂
I FLY DOWN into the alien army, killing all of them who get even close to my path. Steve is under me, killing the aliens with his shield.
Blood and guts, growls and snarls. Every where I turn there is death and killing.
It just never stops.
I retract my wings, landing on the ground to cover more kills. "Buck, old times?" I snip a few words, not knowing if he'll even understand.
"Yeah," is his only answer.
I find my brother with a rifle in his hands. He nods to me, slinging the gun on his back before we look into each other's eyes. "Порядок: атака," he speaks for the both of us.
Order: attack
Like a flick of a switch, we turn into killing machines, taking out at least one hundred aliens in thirty seconds.
"How much longer, Shuri?"
"I've barley begun, brother."
"You might want to pick up the pace." His statement is followed by a grunt.
I take the blade from my thigh, catching it as I flip it in the air and slicing it across the neck of an alien. "Winter," I mindlessly say, throwing the blade for him to catch. He takes it and stabs the alien behind him.
We worked as a pair. A duo. An unstoppable one. Just like HYDRA said we'd be.
I guess they were right.
Bucky takes his new arm, slamming it through an alien. That's going to be a pain to clean.
An alien takes the gun from my arms, slamming me on the ground. I grunt, pushing my arms straight to hold the alien away from my face. Those teeth really do look scary.
"Char!" Bucky calls, pushing the alien off him to get to me. Just then, more surround us, piling themselves on top of us.
I grab a blade, stabbing alien after alien, making sure to know where my brother is.
"There's too many of them!" Banner shouts. I groan as an alien racks its claws over my ribs.
A loud boom and a bright light catches our attention. The aliens are knocked off me by an... electrical axe?
I follow its direction, watching it kill more aliens off of our army.
The light fades away, leaving three beings. The axe returns to its owner.
"Thor?!" I stand from the ground, stance wide and slightly uneven. Bucky catches his breath from beside me.
"The god?"
Thor, not the one I remember, stands with a tree and a raccoon. "Aha, you guys are so done for now!" Banner laughs loudly.
I step forward, evening out my stance as I shake off my injuries.
