[ There's a rushing in his ears. He takes Natasha's offered weapon, feeling a maniac grin on his face and not caring. Even if it's just for a moment, he's got Bucky, and as long as he does they're untouchable.
One of the things is close, at an angle that doesn't allow Bucky the shot. Steve's grip on the rollbar tightens briefly as they swerve, his shot going wide. There's a reason he's the target, not the sniper.
The one approaching is a woman, skinny to the point of emaciation, eyes milky, one collapsed. Her ears are pierced and there's a ring on one bloated finger.
Steve shoots her in the head and his stomach rolls.]
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One of the things is close, at an angle that doesn't allow Bucky the shot. Steve's grip on the rollbar tightens briefly as they swerve, his shot going wide. There's a reason he's the target, not the sniper.
The one approaching is a woman, skinny to the point of emaciation, eyes milky, one collapsed. Her ears are pierced and there's a ring on one bloated finger.
Steve shoots her in the head and his stomach rolls.]
How far!