Tony rolled his eyes, "I'm not building you anything."
"Who said anything about building? All I want is Project Perniciem." He looked at the billionaire with fake innocence.
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"Well, you aren't getting it. If you truly know what it is, you know th...
I really hope you like this chapter because it is one of my favourites!
I do jump around and backtrack a lot. I'm sorry if that annoys you. There are just so many different things going on I want to capture them all the best way I can.
And I introduce a new perspective in this chapter!
Warning: Same as last chapter.
I really hope you like it!
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Day 16
Steve
Steve had been wandering down the halls, taking out random Hydra personal whenever he came across them. When he heard the sound of battle, he followed it almost instinctively and found Natasha and Clint fighting off dozens of agents. Hulk was smashing in the opposite direction.
Feeling a rush of adrenaline, he threw himself into the fight. Natasha eyed him critically, but he only nodded at her. It seemed to be enough.
The battle was over quickly, and Clint had gone to find the Hulk. Steve felt a sudden wave of exhaustion and leaned against the wall. Natasha began to make her way over and he glanced up to smile at her.
Suddenly his brain ignited. Pain raced from his head down to the rest of his body until everything hurt. There was a loud piercing noise that threatened to drive him mad, and he tried to stop it, grabbing at his ears. When he just couldn't take it fell to his knees, he sensed someone's hands on him. He didn't respond. He squeezed his eyes shut against the pain. He could hear nothing but the loud buzzing and feel nothing but the white-hot agony ripping through his skull.
But one sound broke through. One small, seemingly unimportant around slipped past his screaming: the sound of the Iron Man suit dismantling.
Steve's head jerked up. As soon as he saw Tony, anger rose up within him. The buzzing stopped and he pinned the person beside him to the floor. In a moment he realized that it was Natasha, but it really didn't matter.
He placed a foot on her, pressing just hard enough to keep her down, but not cause permanent damage. She didn't matter. He had no reason to want her dead.
He pulled out his gun from earlier. One bullet. He remembered distinctly that he had one bullet. Didn't matter. One bullet would do the job.
"Hey, Cap, you - uh - you wanna put the gun down and talk this out?" Tony asked, clearly trying to hide his terror.
Steve's answer came in a low voice. It came to his lips before it had even come to his mind.
Something deep within him was fighting it. He wanted to put the gun down, but couldn't. All he could feel was the rage boiling up in him as he looked at the other man. He knew what he wanted.
