CHAPTER - 5 { Resting }

BAM!

Creed punched Winter Soldier on the face leaving behind a purple mark on the cheek. Then he elbowed again at the chest.

Winter Soldier caught Creed's hand, then grabbed his vest and threw him on the container. With a quick dash, he kneed Creed on the stomach.

BAM!

"Ahhge!"

It felt like a truck had slammed on his stomach at full force. Creed could feel his internal organs contract and expand.

A handful of blood gushed out of his mouth. The veins on his neck were almost bulging out of the skin.

Winter Soldier held Creed by his hair, and pulled his left hand clenched into a tight fist for a powerful punch.

"Ahhhh!'

He cried out then punched with all his might. The titanium fist, pushed through the air aimed at Creed's face. If the punch landed, Creed was done for.

But who was Creed? Wasn't he the best hitman in the world? He reached out for the left leg, and disbalanced Winter Soldier.

Thud!

Once Winter Soldier was down on the ground, Creed quickly locked the hands with his legs and targeted his fists and elbows on the side.

BAM! BAM!

"Ahhhgrr! Ahhgrr!"

Creed's sharp elbows hammered on Winter Soldier's side and the area around the ribcage. The screams and shouts filled the entire cargo port.

No matter how superior the Winter Soldier was in physical terms, his body structure was no different than a normal human.

If the sides were continuously hurt, the pain would be unbearable and the movements would also be affected.

BAM!

Winter Soldier was able to gather willpower and strength to throw Creed away from him, even if it was for a moment.

Creed rolled back, then stood up and stared at Winter Soldier. The latter was holding his left side and clearly was in pain.

Yet he resisted the pain and took on a stand to face Creed. His eyes now were red, moist and full of rage.

Under the illumination of the crane lights, the two repeatedly exchanged punches and kicks.

This time however, Winter Soldier wasn't able to push Creed back. He, on the other hand, was getting more beat up by Creed.

"No, no! What the fuck is he doing? Kill that damn hitman already!"

Pete was losing his calm. His mind played various outcomes of the battle between Creed and Winter Soldier. In most he saw Creed win and immediately come after him.

'No! I need to make a run now! Let them continue fighting.'

"Go help him fuckers! And get me out of here!"

Pete shouted at the subordinate. The guards opened the car door and let him enter. Unfortunately for them, a loud and powerful explosion engulfed them in it.

BOOM! BOOM!

One after another cars exploded, dying the sky in bright light and gray smoke. Pete Vilski, his assistant and eight guards were torn into pieces.

Everyone was distracted by it, seeing this chance, Creed didn't let it go to waste. He kicked Winter Soldier away and sprinted in the dark.

"Ahhge!'

Winter Soldier was about to follow but the pain in his ribs stopped his body. He felt like a thousand needles had pierced his flesh and nerves.

In all the commotion, Creed disappeared from the cargo port and escaped. The target was eliminated, and his mission was over.

After he arrived at his apartment, he locked the door and took off his vest, protective gear and the mask. Then the black suit. Looking at his body, his face wasn't very nice.

The long open cut wound on the left shoulder was the biggest wound, but the tens of bruises on his body said to differ.

"Huuuu! Ahhgrr."

First he cleaned his wound, then stitched it. He applied some ice pack wrapped in a thin towel on the bruises and the swelling.

"It's been a long time since I was this hurt."

Creed laid his exhausted body on the couch and took in deep and heavy breaths to cool the heating.

This fight against the Winter Soldier wasn't easy. If he stayed for longer, he wouldn't be able to move at all.

'The metal arm, it was dangerous.'

Creed imagined the punch aimed at his face, his skull would have shattered and he would die in an instant.

But if he could move his head, he might be able to spin his face and decrease the punch force and survive it.

Ring Ring.

The awaited call came. Creed picked the custom made phone and received the call.

"You did it. I am beyond impressed by your work. The money has been transferred, you can check it. And I hope we can work together more often."

Fisk, expressed his joy. Creed hung up and threw the phone on the table, tired to listen any longer.

Closing his eyes, he fell asleep.

* * *

Days passed, Creed didn't take any new mission for now and only enjoyed the peaceful life.

Three months later, the news channels erupted with a breaking news pinned at the top.

[The famous Tony Stark, industrialist, genius inventor, playboy, billionaire and the CEO of Stark Industries. He was kidnapped.]

Creed watched the news and knew that many people would start panicking and finding ways to get Tony Stark back.

Mainly because the Stark Industries was also the mass supplier of weapons to the US military. Many criminal organizations also need those weapons.

It could be said that Tony Stark's life alone was worth hundreds and thousands of people's lives.

"Can I get a refill?"

Creed, wearing his black suit which was also his only style, with his hair pushed back, asked the waitress with a charming smile on his face.

The waitress's cheeks turned red as she blushed and nodded her head to Creed. She quickly went to get more tea for him.

He was in a small cafe, eating cake and drinking black tea for lunch. A month ago he found a temporary job as a salesman for a new business called Scrub Daddy.

Scrub Daddy is a cleaning product company best known for an eponymous sponge it manufactures in the shape of a smiley face.

"Excuse me."

"Yes?"

A female voice called out to him. Creed turned his head, and looked up to see a woman likely in her early twenties with blond long hair.

He could totally read her facial expressions to see that she was in a hurry, worried and nervous.

"That man there, at the corner table. He is secretly spying on me for a few minutes. I think he is a bad guy, can you please call the cops for me? I forgot to bring my phone."

The woman requested him, she was very concealed and tried to create some pressure on Creed with her situation.

He glanced at the man she was pointing at, and saw him looking towards their direction. His eyes were very direct.

Creed observed for a second, and identified the problem. The man was blind, he was waiting for his lunch or someone.

The man wasn't looking at him and the woman, but nowhere actually. The woman should know about it, from how she openly came and spoke to him.

"Don't worry, he can't see."

Creed smiled at the woman. This caused the woman to be confused on the outside, but she was definitely shaken inside.

"Um, w-what do you mean? He can't see?"

"Come out."

Creed placed the money on the table with some tip for the waitress and left the cafe with the woman. He took her to an alley, no one was there and they were completely alone.

He was in the front, so the woman thought she could make use of it and pull out the pepper spray she was carrying.

Of course, Creed was well aware of all her movements. It didn't even take ten seconds to grab the woman and force her to the wall.