Re: Hell's Kitchen - Cap/Cap
[He did need help. Steve's relief is plain on his face as the nearest looming group of Marauders is bowled over by another... Marauder. Steve gives a nod to her, too breathless to give her any kind of verbal thanks.—Not that there's time anyway.
As soon as the weeds are pulled, more shoot up. The nearest ship, tipped against an avalanche of cars that had been shoved up against the faces of the buildings on either side of the street, is still vomiting men—it's like a clown car. Civilians are semi-scarce, but here and there, bodies scurry, screaming from shadows as rain comes down. A building lit yellow is full to packed with frightened men and women, their children, all gathered and protected only by a small barricade of household items—dressers, wardrobes and the like.
Cap pivots on his spangled boot so he and Carol are back to back, eyes on either side. The other ship, the one a few blocks over, is no doubt still leaking Marauders as well, and they'll be coming for them. He finally calls over his shoulder.] Thanks— [He jerks his head toward the building.] Civilians.
[He shield-rushes an oncoming rat-looking Marauder, dropping to aim an unrelenting kick at the thing's gut. Without looking, he pitches the red, white, and blue shield in a blur at another one coming from the crack of a side street. How are there so many? It's like... Hydra. Kill one, two more pop up.]