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The Australian girl with a metal arm - A Marvel Fan-ficiton

This novel is a marvel fan-fiction, all rights go to Marvel and Stan Lee except for Emberly Atlas and Aurora Seldon who belong to me. Also, I apologise if there are any mistakes in the writing or if anything doesn't make sense, please let me know if you do spot something :) Warning - Language and Violence

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Chapter 3

Dark Soldier's POV- Current time – 92

I have spent days tracking this old woman down, I haven't got her exact location but I know around abouts where she is. I am standing on the side of the freeway with my hands on the concrete edge that is keeping all of the cars on the freeway, I have about ten hydra agents with me that are either in the truck or standing next to me.

'Dark Solider, we have everything ready, especially the diversions that'll drag the Avengers out here.'

'Good, begin creating disaster and DO NOT get caught, you are more valuable than you think. I'll spot the target from up here unless I have to go down.' I say to all of the Hydra agents without turning around, they all nod and leave in their trucks.

There was silence for a few minutes as I watch the agents create chaos, I hear something quiet land behind me.

'You do realise it's dangerous, standing on the side of the freeway with cars zooming by.' I smirk but I don't respond, I don't know English so I have no clue what the man's saying. The mask I am wearing (which is the exact same as the Winter Soldier's) was making a breathing noise like Darth Vader's but not as loud.

'It would also be nice if you could look at me when I am talking to you.' I whip around and punch the black man in the stomach so hard it sent him flying. The man was wearing a red and grey suit, he must be The Falcon. I turn around jump off the bridge, I begin running but I could hear a jet-like noise not too far behind me.

'Cap! We got a runner!' Falcon says, I begin to jump on top of cars so I could skip the traffic.

'Shit she's fast!'

'Language!' I hear a voice say to Falcon, I finish jumping on top of cars and run through the mess that the agents created.

'Cap! I'm losing her, I'll find the other people working with her. Cap, Bucky, it's up to you.'

I feel sudden pain in my side as something large hit me, I smack the ground but immediately get up. Luckily my mask didn't fall off, I see two men strolling towards me as Falcon flies off in the other direction.

'Dark Solider! Most of us have been captured by S.H.I.E.L.D. and I am the only on left, I'm coming to you.' I growl as I run at the males and punch them both in the stomachs when they both tried to punch me, Cap's shield dropped to the ground in front of me as the men both stumble backwards.

The agent arrives and picks up Captain America's shield.

'So, you managed to get away?' I ask.

'Yes, but I'm the only one, like I said before.'

'That's all I need; I need you to distract spangles over there and I'll distract the other one.' The agent nods and sprints over to Captain America to fight him, I walk over to the man in black as he finally stands up. A throwing knife appears in my metal hand, I attempt to stab him but he blocks and makes me drive the knife into the van behind him.

'Uh! Steve!'

'What Bucky! I'm a little occupied!'

'This assassin has a metal arm!' he says as I drag the knife against the van, cutting it near the roof. Bucky punches me in multiple spots but then he punches me in the mask, it comes off and shows I have a black eye and a bloody nose.

'Emberly!'

An old woman runs towards me, her face was full of happiness and relief. My attention switched to the elder, the target! I growl as I stroll dangerously towards her with the knife in my hands, ready.

'Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to leave now!' Bucky urges but the woman doesn't move.

'That's best friend you're fighting, Mr!! Ember! Remember me!' She says with hope but I don't answer, Bucky gives up and picks up the woman and starts sprinting. I run after him.

'Anytime now Steve!' A shield was coming my way, I stopped and caught it with my metal hand.

'This trouble has gone on for long enough!' I glare at him; four knives appear in between my fingers on my left hand. I throw them at him, he dodges them all but then I throw the shield at him and it hits his stomach.

'What is the point of a man being worthy of a shield when he can't even catch it.' I grumble in Russian, the man looks at me confused before explosions went off, I found my mask and escaped.