Oh, that was not pleasant. Cap tried not to look up at the sudden drizzle, lips creasing into a thin line as he choked out another vested agent, holding his wrist in a crushing grip to keep him from pressing the detonator.
Overhead there was the buzz of more choppers growing closer, and Steve waved a young couple towards the boys in blue herding people to safety, smashing the cymbal into another man's face. "You all right Shellhead?"