Truth be told, Steve wouldn't mind seeing the estranged brothers bond over kicking this woman's ass. Not a woman. He had to stop thinking of her that way. It was hard. Especially when she was going mental over her dress.
Really? The world was going to hell, there was a zombie virus, she wanted to sacrifice their world to go home, and she was freaking out about her dress. He had to have a concussion. That was the only excuse.
Forcing himself to stand was hard. Everything hurt. Broken bones, internal bleeding, he had it all, but his face? Was already beginning to heal. Which probably gave away this wasn't some mere human. A regular human would have died awhile back from this beating. However, this was no mere Demon from Hell either. Because Captain America was getting his ass handed to him.
Struggling to breathe was hard, struggling to speak was downright painful. "It's our country, Ma'am. Our world. You're the guest here, and you're imposing on our hospitality. I don't have your key, but if you think we'll roll over and let you take us down so you can go home again? You're underestimating the spirit of the people of this world." Look at that, he managed a speech after all. Right before he got picked up like he was weightless and slammed so hard into a tree he almost felt his eyes roll back into his head.
He could hear something, faintly, in the distance. God he hoped it was Alec.
"I never thought I'd do this," he mumbled, and then he raised his gun and emptied it into her. As expected, she was still standing. He wasn't even sure how many bullets made contact, but whatever did? Would have ripped her dress even more.
Maybe he should have aimed for her shoes.
The heartbeat was getting faster, but he gave nothing away as he stayed down. Mostly because he couldn't get up. "We fight for what is ours, Ma'am."
Come on, Alec. He was pretty sure his time was running out.