If Nothing...

Steve

"Approaching drop zone."

"Alright listen up,"I claim my shield from the wall."I want everyone to stay on their comms. I need you to be flexible. Bobbi stay with me,Hunter and Clint hang back, take the hostages sneak 'em out the back,Bobbi and I will take out hostiles and assure you two get out of there safe. Tact,take the docks,make sure nothing comes in and nothing goes out. S.H.I.E.L.D wants this kept clean and quiet. Let's give 'em what they want."

Bobbi slides two guns into the holster at her waist and slides her batons in a back sheath along with two knives and strapping another knife to her boots.

I strap a knife to my boots and holster a gun at my waist.

I suck in a sharp breath as the cold metal of the chain caresses my skin.

I manage a small smile,kissing the charm.

"Line one secure?"

"Line one secure,"I repeat.

"Prepare for drop."

Bobbi steps beside me,strapping the parachute on.

I strap my own on,tightening it,making sure to secure it. I tighten my grip on the shield as the door of the quinjet drops open.

I jump followed by Bobbi,snatching the string as we approach the roof of the drop zone.

I land,a bit off balance,but making sure to stand tall and ot lose my footing.

I snatch the knife from my boot and slit the guards throat before kicking him from the roof.

I look over the roof."How many?"Bobbi asks.

"Two at the door."

Clint's arrows penetrate the first guards throat,and the other falls to the ground unconcious.

I watch both he and Hunter sneak into the entrance.

I turn to Bobbi."They're in."

I jump down to the ground,giving Bobbi the signal to do the same. I assure her that I'll catch her.

She reluctantly takes the jump,closing her eyes before she does.

I catch her steadying her on the ground."You good?"

"I'm fine,"She says,breathlessly.

I slide my shield up my wrist and enter the building.

Clint and Hunter seemed to have cleared the lobby. It is cluttered in piles hostile bodies,all of which are unconscious.

I begin toward the back of the building,hurrying up the steps to the second floor.

From here,the damage the building has sustained over the years is prevelent.

I try one of the wooden panels,but it simply snaps beneath my feet.

In the middle of the room,lies a gaping hole,allowing a clear view of the floor below.

Guards spill in from the back entrance. A man barks off orders to the men in front and back of him.

I snap my head around as their boots pound down on the rotting wood,causing it to scream in agony.

I shove Bobbi aside as they begin shooting aimlessly at us both.

I take cover behind my shield,while Bobbi hides behind a pillar,shooting back at those in which shoot in her direction.

I throw the knife in which I held so tightly in my hands at one of my attackers throat.

I stand,driving my shield up into another's chin,knocking him unconscious.

I throw my shield at the wall of hostiles beggining their way up the stairs,knocking them back down the wooden steps.

I rush to reclaim it from a fallen man's chest and shoot Bobbi's attacker in the back of his leg before slamming the shield across the back of his head.

"Cap' we could use your help up here,"Clint's voice crackles into my comm.

I drive my knee up into his pelvis,and kicking him away through the wall. I turn slamming my shield across another's face.

"Now's a really bad time,Clint!"

"Yeah,I know. That's why-"I hear a yelp." We need your help."

"Tact,do you copy?"

"We hear you,Cap'."

"How many do you have on the-" I kick him into another man climbing the stairs."Roof?"

"Two snipers ,sir."

"Clint what floor are you on?"

"Six!"

"Sniper one do you copy?"

"Yes,Captain."

"Level your scope to level six. Cover Agent Barton and Agent Hunter. Make sure there are no trailers."

"Yes,sir."

I shoot him in the thigh,and slam my palm into his throat.

I look around,my chest rising and falling rapidly as I realize that they are all gone.

I walk over to the window,watching Hawkeye and Hunter escort the hostages over to the docks.

I hadn't realized how long we'd been fighting.

Clearly long enough for Clint and Hunter to claim the sixth floor in which was being used to hold the hostages captive.

I wipe all those thoughts from my head and turn.

Bobbi plops down on the ground,holding her bloodied side.

"B-"

"I'm fine,"She assures."I'm fine."

I wrap her arm around my shoulders,and help her to the roof."Steve-"

"Fine's a place where Bobbi's haven't been shot in the side by terrorists. I'm sorry,but you missed the 7 o' clock to Fine. Maybe you'll catch the 10 o' clock stop."

She laughs lowly at this.

"Steve,the hostages are being taken to the docks. What's our next move."

"Roof. S.H.I.E.L.D can take it from here."

"Roger that."