It’s a magnificent show from an outsider’s point of view, the way Cain blasts through the pulpy flesh of an exposed soldier, the way Peggy darts towards the exit and disarms another in a stunningly quick exchange. Yet it’s harder to appreciate when standing in the midst of it all, where risk shines brighter than all the flash; the height of the enemy’s attention drawn to Cain, how close that bullet was to not having missed Peggy. Wondering how far they can push their luck before it runs paper thin and tears down the middle.
Wondering when they had stepped over that line, when stun became kill, knowing that it was always a potential reality, but reckless all the same.
His gut twists but the android pushes that back down. Adrenaline surges in a human body, making muscles feel tight and hair-trigger. Markus does not fight against the forward momentum it grants him, moving himself and his shield in tow with Patil, taking the path slowly being carved out for them. The faster they can situate towards the exit, the less time all of this has to unravel.
For all intents and purposes, he is a wall moves across the room, an impenetrable force backed by the efforts of his team. And yet he is far from the epitome of idle hands; the gash of red across Peggy’s leg acts as its own sort of alarm in his mind, a cry to action. And when he’s at the perfect angle near her and just enough to the side, his shielding is bum-rushed forward like a battering ram, colliding into the soldier she’s just incapacitated with their own weaponry. Like being hit with a steel wall, it sends them flying backwards and into another that had just switched over to heavier artillery, toppling them both to the ground.
Markus’ shield snaps back into place, like an object pulled by a strong magnet. It shines before him and Patil once more, as if it hadn’t moved at all.]
One dead, two on the ground, the time to move is now.
[Implant pinging updates, positions, constant data in the corner of his vision which he parses along with what’s obvious before them — an opportunity, but how it manifests is up to the rest of his team.]
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It’s a magnificent show from an outsider’s point of view, the way Cain blasts through the pulpy flesh of an exposed soldier, the way Peggy darts towards the exit and disarms another in a stunningly quick exchange. Yet it’s harder to appreciate when standing in the midst of it all, where risk shines brighter than all the flash; the height of the enemy’s attention drawn to Cain, how close that bullet was to not having missed Peggy. Wondering how far they can push their luck before it runs paper thin and tears down the middle.
Wondering when they had stepped over that line, when stun became kill, knowing that it was always a potential reality, but reckless all the same.
His gut twists but the android pushes that back down. Adrenaline surges in a human body, making muscles feel tight and hair-trigger. Markus does not fight against the forward momentum it grants him, moving himself and his shield in tow with Patil, taking the path slowly being carved out for them. The faster they can situate towards the exit, the less time all of this has to unravel.
For all intents and purposes, he is a wall moves across the room, an impenetrable force backed by the efforts of his team. And yet he is far from the epitome of idle hands; the gash of red across Peggy’s leg acts as its own sort of alarm in his mind, a cry to action. And when he’s at the perfect angle near her and just enough to the side, his shielding is bum-rushed forward like a battering ram, colliding into the soldier she’s just incapacitated with their own weaponry. Like being hit with a steel wall, it sends them flying backwards and into another that had just switched over to heavier artillery, toppling them both to the ground.
Markus’ shield snaps back into place, like an object pulled by a strong magnet. It shines before him and Patil once more, as if it hadn’t moved at all.]
One dead, two on the ground, the time to move is now.
[Implant pinging updates, positions, constant data in the corner of his vision which he parses along with what’s obvious before them — an opportunity, but how it manifests is up to the rest of his team.]