Captain Steve Rogers (notcapsicle) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2013-04-20 13:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | !taaank!!!, steve rogers, thor, tony stark |
Who: Steve with brief mentions of Tony and Thor
What: Tank fight
Where: The woods
When: Tank Day
Warnings: Zombie violence
The three Avengers were fighting together in a near perfect rhythm. For a team that was still relatively new, the six of them excelled at working as a team. As long as it was in battle. This was one hell of a battle. Not aliens from the sky and a demi God intent on taking over the world, but still a battle that was testing all of their abilities. Steve's main concern was keeping the huge zombie away from the prison. Not that he wanted it to wreck chaos and havoc on the other sections of town, but there were children in the prison. They had to keep the children safe.
It wasn't until the creature had Tony in it's grasp that the soldier mode slipped for a moment. Steve's blue eyes narrowed with fierce intensity and determination. As Tony fell to the ground, Steve was in motion, trying to help him. Thor was already in motion. Doing his best to bring the creature down, but none of them were able to make much headway.
This wasn't good. Tony insisted he was fine, but Steve was already in motion. "I'm leading it out," was all Steve said before rushing at the Zombie and slamming his shield into the creature's chest. The impact vibrated so harsh inside him that he felt his teeth chatter, but he didn't pause. The zombie stumbled back slightly and Steve went at it again. Another clash of shield against rotting flesh and the impact drove them both back again. He kept at it, moving it slowly toward the gun fire as more people approached, ready to assist in taking it down.
The monster was not the Hulk, and for that Steve was grateful. He had not given up on his friend and teammate finding his way back home. That didn't mean he couldn't wish he would show up now for a couple Hulk smashes. The zombie grew tired of Steve's attempts to control it and lashed out angrily, a punch strong enough it would have gone through the skull of a normal man. Steve wasn't a normal man. He was a super soldier, and he took the blow and hit the ground with a thud. Only to pull himself up and set his lips in a firm thin line.
"Fire on it with everything you have on three," He called out to the others. Nodding at Thor he caught the other man's eyes. "Hit it from the back with your hammer as I go for the front with the shield." To Stark he said, "If you still have firepower? Blast this son of a bitch on three."
This was simply how Steve was. Come up with a plan, bark out orders, and hope all the soldiers, trained or not, would fall in line and work together. It was their best odds at taking it down or at least slowing it down.
"One, two..."
On three, he was in the air, shield coming down hard against the skull of the zombie as those who were inclined to follow orders unleashed their own version of hell on it. The beast wasn't stopped, but it was beginning to show slight signs of feeling what the town's people were unleashing on it. "Let's do that again," Steve instructed, falling back down to the ground and landing soundly on his feet. They were in for a long fight, but Steve had fought worse. He wasn't giving this town over to a zombie, Hell God, or anything else that decided to walk in and lay claim.
Everett was theirs.