User blog:JohnWhitaker/Steven Rogers (Fanon: Warning there is somewhat extreme violence)

I heard the sound of him landing just out front. A second later I felt the shock wave. I quickly finished typing in a string of coordinates into the computer and grabbed my shield. As I raced out the door I could hear Tony preping the Quinjet as fast as he could. I dove through a window shattered by the wave and rolled onto the lawn. I carefully looked up from my landing and blinked tears from my eyes. What I saw confirmed my fears. The Vision Janet and Hank were dead, with gaping holes, still smoking, in all of their chests. I pushed down my anger and tapped my comn. “Clint, Natasha, T’challa, on my mark. We take him together.” I drew a slow breath and grimaced when I tasted ash from it. “Now!” I screamed into the comn. I let loose all of the anger I had kept inside and charged at him. Though I couldn’t see them, I knew the others were doing the same. At once we struck him with everything we had. Metal clashed with metal, electricity buzzed in the air, arrows were discharged. And even through all of that, he kept standing. I yelled as he grabbed my head and flung me to the ground. Dazed, I looked up only to see that only Natasha was left standing. My eyes widened as his hand snatched her head and lifted her high into the air. His hand turned a bright orange and I heard Natasha scream, muffled by his grip. I wanted to cry out to her, but I already knew she was gone. He started walking toward me but paused and looked into the air. I followed his cold stare and saw what had caught his attention. The Quinjet. He looked back at me and I knew what he was about to do. Before he could destroy it, I got to my feet and charged him. I was in such a fury I really didn’t know what I was doing. All I could do was keep hitting him. “Stay!” I swung my shield at his knee. “The Hell!” I drove my fist into his shoulder. “Away!” I grabbed his head and brought it down on my knee. “From My!” As the Quinjet disappeared, he caught my fist and crushed it. With my other hand I drove my shield through his chest. “Son!” He staggered and let go of my hand. But then, slowly he rose, and I could see the metallic wound ‘healing’. Wires came together and liquid metal formed over the opening. I knew then that I had lost, but as long as James was safe, there would always be hope. That was my last thought before I saw his eyes glow.