Mahmoud Schahed/Dial
Rhodey and Sam took off as soon as they jumped out of the Defiant, flying into the air. The others and I landed on the ground with ease, and I reached for my back to flip my rifle into my hand, twisting my wrists to activate my helmet. My rounded helmet snapped into place around my head, and the augmented reality vision activated. It connected with my rifle, showing how much ammunition I had and providing me with a crosshairs like in a standard FPS. With a thought, I switched to ammo type I wanted, and looked around with my gun raised the way Natasha and Sam had taught me.
Damn, I felt badass. Yes, it would have been easier to simply change into an alien, but some part of me wanted to play with my new toys.
We'd landed in the middle of a tarmac, Sam and Rhodey taking off towards a hanger as planned. I ran to join them while the others headed towards the prison complex.
I almost stumbled as I ran. My speed had been massively enhanced, and it took a bit to how fast I was now moving. I tried to remember how Fasttrack ran, and soon strode across the asphalt at high speed. I tensed my legs for a moment, and leaped upwards. The jumpjets in the suit activated.
"Yeah!" I let out in excitement as I leaped forward a superhuman distance and height, propelled by the jets. I landed, then leaped again. "It's like Saints Row 4!"
I took a moment to realize what a giant nerd I was, then focused on the job.
The hanger Sam and Rhodey were headed towards was blocked by a group of soldiers in brown camo gear, tanks, and jeeps. Some helicopters rotors were spinning, about to take off. The Defiant flew over my head, and Rhodey and my Quinjet took off towards the helicopters, leaving Sam and me to take care of the soldiers in front of us.
The soldiers had seen us coming, and aimed their guns. I knelled down and brought a hand up. They started shooting at Sam, who simply twisted in the air to dodge their gunfire.
When they shot at me, I activated one of my suits abilities. A portion of my suits armor grew from my gauntlet to form a shield in front of me, and I took a moment to grin as bullets bounced off the shield in front of me.
"Eat your heart out Steve," I said. Granted, Steve's shield was much more invincible but it still felt cool to hold a shield as it vibrated under dozens of bullets slammed into it. The shield was tall and thick, with two prongs on the bottom. A quick bit of focus created cameras at the edges of the shield, and the side facing me became became clear, showing me that there were twenty-three men shooting at me, though some were aiming at Sam. None of their bullets would have been able to pierce my armor, but I decided to stick with the shield for now.
"You got this?" Sam asked, diving in the air.
"Got to use that time at the range for something," I brought my rifle up to a port on the side of my shield and remembered what I'd been taught. I took a deep breath, relaxed my body, aimed for the chest, and fired a single ICER, hitting a soldier in over his heart. He went down, and the other soldiers ducked. Deep breath, relax, fire. I missed that time, shaking a little, and focused again to hit a HYDRA soldier in the chest again. I fired again and again, missing a couple of times, but managing to do well enough to take six men down. Granted, my helmets enhanced vision, my shield, and the advanced weaponry gave me something similar to auto-aim in video games, but I felt pride nonetheless.
Sam was still flying towards the hanger. The big doors to the hanger were closed, so Sam raised his hands. He must have forgotten that his comms were on, because I heard his next muttered words.
"Hope these don't explode."
I took a moment to feel offended on behalf of Tony. Then Sam raised his hands up, and a familiar pair of energy blasts flew from his hands to slam into the doors of the hanger, blasting them apart with the repulsors on his arms.
"Yes!" Sam cried out, diving into the hanger. I felt a bit of pride in seeing the armor I'd contributed on work so well.
At least until the tank spun its turret to aim at me.
Yeah, new awesome armor or not, I wasn't going to test it against a tank shell no matter what Fitz and Tony said about it's durability and forcefields. I thought of changing the rifle to it's deadlier mode, but decided to simply reach for the Omnitrix and twist.
When the tank fired, I was already pressing down on the Omnitrix and leaping thirty feet in the air. I changed in a burst of green light as a shell exploded into the ground below.
"Swampfire!"
Sam flew towards the hanger as I landed from my jump. The soldiers fired on me, tearing through my form. I ignored the bullets to rip some seed pods out of my arms and toss them at the three tanks. They exploded, wrapping around the tanks with their powerful vines. The tanks struggled to move, turrets grinding and I allowed myself a grin at the sound of metal bending under the grip of my vines, the plant-life around me singing triumphantly.
The soldiers were still shooting at me. I raised my hands.
"Better run!" I yelled as flames came to like in my palms. The soldiers ducked behind the tanks and jeeps into cover, and I waited long enough to let them before unleashing hell.
"Woo!" I shouted triumphantly, letting two long plumes of flame out to ignite the air in front of me. I kept the flames up long enough to make sure the soldiers were pinned for the next step of my plan. I stopped releasing one of the streams with my right hand, using that hand to grab more seed pods out of me, throwing them like grenades where the vines wrapped around the soldiers and jeeps. By the time I was done, six soldiers had been ICER'd, seventeen were wrapped in vines, and more were blocked from leaving their vehicles by the vines growing over them.
I tapped the Omnitrix as soon as I knew the soldiers were captured.
"Astrodactyl!"
"This is Dial, squawk!" I cried out, blasting into the air and snapping my wings out. "Falcon, I'm coming to help!"
A loud explosion came from over where the helicopters had been about to take off.
"This is X, taking overwatch position," the Defiant rose into the air.
"War Machine, heading to rendezvous with Dial and Falcon," Rhodey flew alongside me as we headed to the hanger.
"Roger that," Sam responded. "Team B, how's it going?"
Rhodey and I flew into the hanger. The building was massive, filled with aircraft and vehicles of all kinds, the largest of which was a giant cargo plane. There were dozens of men inside, Sam fighting them. He hovered in the air and raised his hands, repulsors letting lose in his palms. He twirled out of the way of a burst from a machine gun, blasting the offending soldier into a jeep behind him.
"I feel less special now," Rhodey mused next to me, taking a spot at the doors Sam had blown apart. He started shooting his own repulsor blasts, the minigun on his shoulder roaring. I flew to the upper level of the hanger, twirling to kick one of the many soldiers scrambling on the upper level in the chest with my clawed feet before sliding to a stop on the floor, my wings pulling in. I let out a energy whip from my left arm and twirled it with instinctive expertise to grab another soldier, pulling him in for a clothesline, then released an energy blast from my right hand that sent another man to the ground. A HYDRA operative raised his gun to shoot me, and I sliced it in half with my energy whip, offhandedly shooting another soldier in the back as he tried to run.
"This is Mockingbird, we're facing some opposition," I heard the crack of ICER's being fired, followed by Creel roaring in rage and Hartley laughing over the comms. "Barnes, can you-" Some loud noises sounded out. "Thank you. Falcon, when you're done with the hanger, we could use some help over here."
"Squawk! Where does HYDRA get so many soldiers?" I grumbled. "No respect for the Conservation of Ninjutsu, I tell you."
Something hit me like a hammer, pain exploded from my right shoulder, and I squawked in surprise, stepping back from the sudden impact and pain. I looked at my shoulder to see that my scales had been slightly damaged by something, and looked up to see some soldiers on top of the cargo plane in the center of the hanger firing at me and Sam. I mean, they were shooting at Rhodey too, but he ignored their bullets to focus on the guys trying to escape, destroying a tank when they tried to get in. I leaped for the cargo plane at the same time Sam flew towards it. There must have been ten guys on top when Sam and I landed among them. I front kicked one guy, blocked a fist thrown at me, and ducked as Sam rolled over my back to punch another soldier. I uppercut a man into the air, and fired a blast into one other man's chest.
Sam blocked a HYDRA soldiers kick and punched him in the face with his gauntleted left hand. He twisted his hands when one of the HYDRA soldiers raised a pistol to his face. Sam's helmet snapped over his face when the HYDRA soldier shot him. The bullet bounced off, Sam stepping back from the impact, then stepping forward with a powerful front kick to the offending soldiers ribs.
With a bit more space to work, I snapped my arms to the side, my energy whips lashing out, and swung them outwards. I heard Sam firing his repulsors, both of us unleashing our wings to float upwards as we attacked, back to back all the while. Rhodey flew to join us.
For about thirty seconds, the three of us unleashed hell. I pulled in my energy whips to start firing blasts of green energy. Rhodey's minigun roared on his shoulder, his gauntlet guns joining in. Sam grabbed one of his new guns and fired it on automatic, yelling as the three of us flew back to back.
Just like that, it was over. Every HYDRA soldier in the hanger was either unconscious or dead.
"This is Falcon," Sam twisted in the air, Rhodey and I joining him, Sam at the front, Rhodey on his left, me on his right. "We're coming to join you, team B."
"See you then," Bucky replied calmly.
Sharon Carter/Agent 13
Sharon woke up gasping, taking massive gulps of air. She struggled to rise, only to feel something pulling at her arms and legs. She tried to move again, blearily looking down.
She'd been strapped to a bed by thick brown restrains. Sharon stared at them, uncomprehending.
"Sharon," she turned to see someone lying in a bed next to her. She blinked, trying to clear her eyes. When she looked again, Trip was giving her a weak smile. "Hey, girl. How you feeling?"
The young man was wearing the same restraints she was. Sharon shook her head, looking down at the IV in her arm, then at the room.
"Trip? Where are we?"
"Hell if I know," Trip looked around as well. "I woke up a few seconds before you did."
The room was like a strange combination of ancient and new. The walls and floor were all made of stone, like that of a medieval castle. There was medical equipment, computers, and some people in lab coats roaming around. Wooden doors at the other side of the room were guarded by two men in black military gear.
"Hey!" Trip yelled at a man passing by in a lab coat. "Where are we!?"
The man ignored him.
"We must have been captured by HYDRA," Sharon concluded, her mind still muddled by whatever drug had been used to knock her out. "What was that thing?"
"Aberration," someone walked up to them. Sharon struggled to look at him, only to wonder if she was still drugged. The man before her had green skin and a massive head. He smiled down at them, stepping to stand between their beds. "I apologize for the restraints. I'm afraid you both would fight against us otherwise."
"Yeah, you're right," Trip said easily, smiling. "I'm probably going to punch you the second I can, Mr. Bobblehead."
The big headed man laughed. "I'm sure you would! But don't worry. Soon enough, I'm sure we'll be great friends."
Two men wheeled carts over to the beds, stopping them in front of Sharon and Trips. On the carts were large flatscreen tvs.
"Oh hey, you brought us entertainment?" Sharon asked, trying for bravado despite the sudden realization she was feeling.
"I might need headphones," Trip said. "I mean, I love Sharon, but her action movies are way too cheesy."
"You are both funny," the large headed man smiled. "I hope my improvements to this method allow you to keep that."
The televisions turned on. Blinking swirls of lights appeared on the screens, and Sharon and Trip both began to struggle as they began to realize what was happening.
"After all, brainwashing still isn't an exact science."