Their car rammed into the barrier on the side of the road, the wheels driving up the slope in the concrete. The car flipped over, doing a roll in the air. I watched with wide eyes as the passenger door was thrown off and the three individuals inside fell out. Their fall was broken by Rogers' shield. I'd never had the opportunity to see it in real life before but now that it was right there, mere meters from my person, I was able to take in the beauty of it.

My awe was short-lived however when our car skidded to a halt and the driver was handing the Soldier a grenade launcher. I hopped out of the car and in one hand, unholstered a hand gun and in the other, one of the many knives I had on my person. I grinned, stepping forward next to the Soldier.

"Lets kick some arse," I laughed, switching my gun off safety. The Soldier's head jerked a bit, as though he laughed, or chuckled. I grinned and watched as he stepped forward, raised the gun and fired, sending the small dark object flying through the air. It made contact with Captain America's shield. The force sent him off the side of the bridge onto the road below. I laughed, watching as the other two of his comrades scattered for cover when our men, who had appeared at some point, started firing at them. Bullets started raining down like hellfire and I didn't think there was anything as beautiful... or as familiar.

I ducked around the Soldier, finger on the trigger and my other hand tightening on the hilt of my knife. I raised my gun and aimed it at Romanoff, the bright-haired assassin. I shot and narrowly missed her right arm. She ducked away for a few seconds, probably catching her breath. The Soldier took advantage of this and shot another grenade at the car she was hiding behind. I saw a flash of her bright hair as she dove over the barrier between the two lanes. I chuckled as the car blew up. The rest of our men began to shoot at her limping form as she ran around cars and dodged our bullets.

The Soldier shot at her again and this time she jumped completely over the edge, disappearing from sight. I hadn't seen the darker skinned male that they'd been with yet. He'd disappeared from my line of sight when I went after Black Widow. The Soldier and our men stepped to the edge of the road, guns pointed at the street for any sign of the ex-assassin. I looked over the cars, trying to catch a glimpse of the 'new recruit.' I heard a few loud shots and turned to see the Soldier sitting down against the edge of the barrier, spidering cracks in his glasses.

"Are you okay?" I shouted, gun held tightly as I moved back toward him. I could almost feel the anger rolling off him as he ripped off his damaged glasses, leaving his piercing blue eyes on display. He didn't reply. He whipped back up, hitting his back on the barrier in the process. He began shooting repeatedly at the ground below us. He was angry and to be frank... I couldn't blame him for that. He watched as she ran down the road, the rest of our men shooting at her despite the fact that she was almost out of range.

"What do you want us to do?" I shouted over the gunfire. He said something in Russian, to which the man to his left nodded. The Soldier jumped over the edge, landing surprisingly enough, on his feet. He landed on top of a car, crushing the roof of it. He held his gun up at his side and began following Widow. "Oh, well, that was helpful," I said, watching as he angrily strode off towards her. I looked around at the men as they strapped themselves into harnesses and shoved hooks into a nearby white car. They checked the hooks were safely in place and then also jumped off the edge of the bridge, guns securely in hand. Unfortunately, I don't think they had enough harnesses to get me down with them. I'd work something out, no doubt.

In the corner of my eye, I saw the swift glint of a knife and I turned just in time to see the last of our men be thrown over the edge of the bridge and the man who'd thrown him, turn with his knife raised. I grinned, whipping out my own and putting the handgun in its holster.

"Say, I've never met you before," I chuckled, standing in a defensive position with the blade of the knife stuck out and away from my skin. The darker skinned man also laughed.

"Wilson," he said, glancing over my form.

"Wilson," I said. "Are you a new addition to the gang?" I asked, getting ready to lunge forward.

"Yeah, even got a cool nickname too," he laughed. I mocked a smile and lunged, swiping the blade at him.

"Oh, yeah? What do they call you then?"

"Falcon," he said, shouting as my blade came in contact with his bicep. His lips thinned as he pressed them together. I grinned, shrugging my shoulders.

"That's cute."

"What do they call you then? Blade? The Incredible Bitch?"

"Oh, you're hilarious," I hissed, taking another lunge. He dodged out of the way, just in time. "Actually, no. I don't have a pathetic nickname."

I threw a kick at him. As he tried to dodge the attack, I sent a fist his way as well, hitting him square in the jaw. He grimaced, spitting the blood onto the road. While he was recovering, I sent him a sharp kick to the ribs, which caused him to groan out in pain. On my next attack, he managed to catch my hand in his and he shoved me back, making me land square on my back.

I was back on my feet in seconds, my knife somewhere on the ground nearby. I heard gunshots and saw through my blurry eyes Wilson, or Falcon, as everyone else seemed to call him, shooting at the Hydra men on the ground. I stumbled forward for a second and shoved at him. The shooting stopped and he whipped around to me, throwing a fist towards my face. I yanked my head back, dodging the hit narrowly. The force of the dodge caused my neck to erupt in pain. I let out a small shriek and put my hand to my neck, feeling the strained pain in the base.

He was back shooting at the men again and I pulled my own gun out, aiming it at his head. He must have seen it out of the corner of his eye because just as I pulled the trigger, he was ducking down and running at my legs. I had seconds to act. I reached for my knife only to realise that I didn't have it. Shit, I dropped it, didn't I?

Then he was there, arms wrapped around my legs and shoving me to the ground again. This time I hit my head on the way down. I shouted out, my eyes blurring and going back for a second. I felt liquid seep from the back of my head and reached back to find blood on my hands. Wilson was off me again and when I managed to sit up, he was gone. I retched for a second, pressing the wound on the back of my head.

I stood up and limped over to my knife, which I saw a glint of just to my right. I picked it up and limped to the harness left over from the guy Wilson had thrown over the edge. I strapped myself in and checked the sturdiness of the hook. Once I was sure that it was securely in, I jumped over the edge, feeling a terrifying weightlessness for a few seconds before I made contact with tarmac again.

I could see the Soldier up ahead and quickly unhooked myself. I began to jog towards him. My line of sight was slowly getting better and the jogging helped my leg. I was just a few meters behind him when he raised his grenade launcher and shot at a wailing police car as it drove towards us. I flinched as it went up in flames.

"Hey, Soldier, wait up," I said, catching up to him.

Updated on the 20th of October, 2016.