Re: Fenway Park, an hour or two into the fighting—Peggy/Captain America
[The clench and crush of the strike eases, and Steve grunts, forcing himself to his feet, his shield up, to free himself from the tangle of bodies. From the left, gunfire. He can't see past the flailing limbs and snapping jaws of the Marauders just yet, but he's glad for whoever it is. Some of the things have skin too thick to be penetrated by bullets, but the buffeting of gunfire pushes them back like a swarm of bees, and Steve is able to pound his fist into the clenched mandible of one of the Marauders and his elbow to the kidney(-area) of another.
He bulldrives the next couple off with a brutal explosion of strength, finally clearing enough space to feign to the left and shoot to the right. It's only then, as he takes his shield to the back of a Marauder's skull, that he recognizes his savior as Peggy. He smiles at her across the few yards of space between them, obviously pleased.] Agent! [She looks tired, but alert, red lipstick pristine—a good indicator as to her mood, he figures. Prim and professional, as always. He's so glad to see her.
Unfortunately, Captain America's momentary distraction allows one of the things to loom behind him.]