Re: Fenway Park, an hour or two into the fighting—Peggy/Captain America
[Peggy can't hide the smile that crawls up her scarlet lips when Steve emerges from the waves of attackers. While he shoots, she covers his blind spots. Marauders try to close in on her, but she keeps a wide berth with gunshots to wherever body part it lands. Some aren't scared, but Peggy isn't daunted either. She looks fearless in the face of an invasion. At home even. (She's scared, to be sure, but commanding officers don't show fear on the the ground. That's saved for downtime in the barracks alone.) She has been forged in the blazes of war, and the sight of battle doesn't faze her on the surface.
A Marauder tries to grab her from behind, and she stomps a heel into its foot before bringing an elbow sharply into the ugly maw known as its face. Then, she pushes it away with a forceful kick to the stomach. And just as she turns around to smile at Steve again, she sees the looming figure behind him.] Duck! [She shouts, somehow echoing over the loud messiness around them, and when Steve does lower his head, she shoots its shoulder. A few more steps closer brings another bullet to the thing's other shoulder, then to its neck. As it collapses, she closes some more space between the two of them. A smirk crawls up her lips, and she holds the rifle in both hands.] Thought you might require some assistance, Captain.