[Explosive action on all sides, Cain only has brief moments to pick up on it before his attention is once more divided ahead of him. A bullet sent skidding upward, embedded in the ceiling - the soldiers making calculations, algorithms adjusting to the sudden presence of power, trading out basic weapons for heavier artillery - formation split two, three different directions. That's advantageous. Cain doesn't have time to consider the cooling body on the floor at his feet. Adrenaline is loud in his ears, an endless thunder, sweat beginning to prickle beneath the mask along his hairline and nape of a neck.
He can't see Peggy through the chaos of the living room. He only becomes aware of Markus' tactic when the bowled-over soldier comes careening into the one with a gun pointed at his own chest, creating enough distraction to dart out of an unfavorably cornered position by the wall.
Close to Fitz, he sees all of it happen. Not close enough to lunge the distance and save him, horrified he's about to watch Fitz's neck snap -- then there's a spray of blood, splattering the floor and painting the fridge a deep color, almost black in the lack of light. Something thuds to the ground, followed by the buckle of the unattached body. Cain watches it all in split seconds of quick, thoughtless comprehension.
The two soldiers are beginning to stand. The final third has wheeled around. Closest, his bootheels skid through slippery blood to reach Fitz and haul him away where more shots explode across metal and plaster and concrete. No ordinary guns. They can't survive this onslaught. He drags him behind cover, gun in the opposite hand, wild eyes searching out Peggy and Markus. How close are they? Can they run through, or utilize the portals?]
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He can't see Peggy through the chaos of the living room. He only becomes aware of Markus' tactic when the bowled-over soldier comes careening into the one with a gun pointed at his own chest, creating enough distraction to dart out of an unfavorably cornered position by the wall.
Close to Fitz, he sees all of it happen. Not close enough to lunge the distance and save him, horrified he's about to watch Fitz's neck snap -- then there's a spray of blood, splattering the floor and painting the fridge a deep color, almost black in the lack of light. Something thuds to the ground, followed by the buckle of the unattached body. Cain watches it all in split seconds of quick, thoughtless comprehension.
The two soldiers are beginning to stand. The final third has wheeled around. Closest, his bootheels skid through slippery blood to reach Fitz and haul him away where more shots explode across metal and plaster and concrete. No ordinary guns. They can't survive this onslaught. He drags him behind cover, gun in the opposite hand, wild eyes searching out Peggy and Markus. How close are they? Can they run through, or utilize the portals?]
need to get the FUCK out of here