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Date: 2023-05-13 05:25 pm (UTC)He slams a crippling punch with his left fist, one that if it made contact would shatter ribs and leave Rogers weakened and gasping, but the man catches a glimpse of the attack in time to turn away from the controls and bring up the shield between them. The force of the strike vibrates between them for a second, and then Rogers rushes him, pushing him back and driving him away from the console.
He blocks the next strike with his arm, ducks a punch, and takes another that rocks him back on his feet. As Rogers turns away from him and back toward his goal, the Winter Soldier screams in frustration and desperate rage, a hoarse, wild sound, and bodyslams Rogers into the railing, sending the two of them tumbling together over it and to the platform below.