CH: 14 Second Super Soldier Or Is It The Third

[Chapter: 14 Second Super Soldier Or Is It The Third]

William let go of Peggy's mouth, pulling back from the kiss, both of them panting for air. A sly grin spread across his face as he teased, "Was that enough to scare you? Or should I demonstrate an even greater level of my passion? Hahaha." His laughter rang out confidently as he pushed himself upright, bracing his hands on the ground. Then, offering Peggy his hand, he added, "Need me to pull you up?"

Peggy froze for a moment before swatting his hand away, her voice sharp with indignation. "You bastard."

William's grin didn't waver. "You're no disappointment, Peggy. Strong will, strong spirit. Don't you think so?"

"Just drop dead," she snapped, standing and, in a burst of frustration, aiming a swift kick at him.

A sharp yelp escaped her as pain shot through her foot, the impact feeling as though she had struck solid steel. Grimacing, she clutched her foot, glaring daggers at him.

"See?" William said with a chuckle. "You just had to go and hurt yourself. Were you trying to be clever? Next time, think it through."

Peggy's glare intensified as she unleashed a tirade of colorful curses, her voice brimming with venom.

William's smirk widened. "Looks like I'll need to shut that mouth of yours again."

At that, Peggy's hands flew to her mouth, and she stumbled back a step, her voice muffled by her palms. "Don't you dare come near me, or I'll fight you for real!"

"Relax," William said, spreading his hands in mock surrender. "I was just teasing. I'm not going to do anything to you." He bent down and picked up a battered straw hat from the ground, brushing off the dust before placing it on her head. "Here. Put this on."

Peggy regarded him warily, her voice sharp. "What's this for?"

"We're leaving," he replied, straightening up. "Heading to the city. Isn't that what you wanted? You'll even get a chance to kill me on the way."

Peggy huffed, tugging the hat down slightly as she shot him a cold glare. "You'll regret this."

William let out a short laugh. "I've never regretted anything I've done, Peggy. But I've made plenty of people regret crossing me." He strode toward a motorcycle, his confidence unshaken.

Peggy followed, her fists clenched tightly at her sides. "What are you planning now?"

William swung a leg over the bike and started the engine, its growl resonating through the still air. "Hydra has spies everywhere, even here in New York. All I have to do is find one."

"You're despicable," Peggy muttered through gritted teeth. "You've been given so much power, and this is how you choose to use it? Endangering humanity?"

"Power exists for destruction," William replied matter-of-factly. "Protection and guardianship? They're just pretty lies people tell themselves." He revved the engine, the motorcycle lurching forward in a plume of dust.

"You're insane! Slow down!" Peggy yelled, clutching the edge of the seat as the bike surged forward.

William threw his head back, laughing wildly. "Hold on tight, Peggy! Let me show you a real stunt!" The motorcycle veered sharply, heading straight for a large rock.

"Are you crazy? Do you want to die?" Peggy screamed, her voice laced with panic.

"It's fine! But if you don't hold on and fall off, don't blame me, darling!" William whooped as he stood, gripping the handlebars firmly. The bike reared up on its back wheel, charging toward the rock at full speed.

The motorcycle hit the rock and launched into the air, soaring in a graceful arc before crashing back to the ground with a heavy thud. Peggy's body slid backward, her grip slipping. "You lunatic!" she screamed, her arms wrapping tightly around his waist in desperation.

"This is living!" William shouted, his voice brimming with exhilaration.

Peggy clung to him, her face a mixture of terror and fury. "You're insane... completely insane."

"Hahaha! This is the essence of life, Peggy!" William declared, his laughter echoing through the open road. "Especially when I have someone as charming as you along for the ride."

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Several Days Later

Tension continued to grip New York, the city buzzing with the constant presence of soldiers and police patrolling every street, their vigilance unbroken.

The relative quiet outside an antique shop was shattered as a man in a suit, his arm bloodied and a pistol gripped tightly in his hand, burst through the doors. "I'm here! Let's go! Hurry!" he shouted to his accomplice, who stood anxiously beside a car.

The accomplice threw open the door, dragging the injured man into the vehicle. Gunshots rang out as several men, disguised as bystanders reading newspapers, opened fire. The injured man retaliated, his weapon spitting bullets, cutting down his attackers.

The car screeched away from the scene, weaving erratically through traffic. Inside, the injured man clutched a vial of super-soldier serum, his expression a mixture of pain and triumph.

"Hail Hydra," he murmured under his breath, glancing at the growing convoy of police and military vehicles pursuing them.

Ahead, a yellow car skidded to a stop, blocking their path. Without hesitation, the injured man leapt from his car and into the waiting vehicle. His original car sped toward the convoy, its driver yelling, "Hail Hydra!" before slamming headlong into the pursuing trucks.

Boom!

The explosion tore through the street, the force scattering vehicles and sending plumes of smoke and flames into the air. Amid the chaos, a figure emerged from the fire—a man, barefoot and furious, his expression hard with determination.

It was Steve Rogers, the first successful recipient of the super-soldier serum. Driven by grief and rage over the death of Dr. Abraham Erskine, he sprinted after the yellow car, his superhuman speed closing the distance rapidly. Vaulting over cars with effortless precision, Steve's focus never wavered.

Inside the fleeing car, the Hydra agent fired wildly, but Steve evaded every shot. The chase led to the harbor, where the agent, cornered, grabbed a young boy from the crowd. Pressing the gun to the boy's temple, he shouted, "Don't come any closer, or I'll kill him!"

"Please, don't hurt him!" the boy's mother cried, her voice breaking with fear.

Steve moved cautiously, his eyes locked on the agent. "Let the boy go. It's over."

The waves crashed against the harbor as the tense stand-off reached its boiling point.

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