a
part of him still thought this was a horrible idea. while he could
easily make it real and leave the other with marks of a fight, he
didn’t think those he worked for would actually believe him. they
knew that very few if any of the targets he went after got away.
there had been some that had, of course, but most of them rarely did.
and somehow he was supposed to make this look good enough to force
the hand of those he worked with. steve knew it wouldn’t be easy but
at least they’d both get what they needed out of this encounter; him
attempting to bring him him, the other running free having won their
so called fight.
his
eyes looked both directions, knowing they didn’t have much time left.
if they were going to do this they would need to start sooner rather
than later. the agents that were on their way wouldn’t be swayed
easily as the ones currently swarming about. and once those new ones
arrived on scene there would be nothing more he could do. which meant
he needed to deck this kid and hope for the best.
“no,
it’s not the best option,” he told him, shaking his head. “but
i don’t see any other choice, do you?” they’d finally found
something that would work for both of them and it was time to get
things moving. when he’d arrived at the scene he never thought things
would end up like this. he’d honestly thought he would drag this kid
in and that would be the end of it. now, he was seeing things a
little differently and he’d end up looking at those he worked with
closer than he had previously. steve just wished that there was a
better way for them to handle this. violence wasn’t something he
normally condoned but given that neither of them were going to walk
away from this without some sort of victory this was the only option
they had left.
sighing,
he knew he’d have to do this and he’d have to make it look real.
fighting someone he could easily handle. making it look good he could
easily handle. fighting with no good reason behind it? that would be
a little easier said than done. but he would so this kid could get
away and not have to worry about whatever shield had planned for him.
“i’ve
made my choice,” he growled back, taking his right fist and
lashing out at the other. since it had to look good he couldn’t allow
the other to know when it was coming. technically, he could drag the
kid back with him but they’d come to a solution they both had agreed
on. to go back on that would be to go back on his word and he’d made
a habit of actually sticking to his word. and steve knew the other
would prefer to run away on his own instead of allowing shield to get
their hands on him.
there were always other choices and options. one’s that could possibly be a better solution than the decision that was agreed upon. the only problem was that ky didn’t believe any of them would work.
shield wanted him. as for what? he didn’t know. deep down, he didn’t really care either, but being handed over to them wasn’t an option. being dragged in was possible – even a choice he would have gone with years ago – just not now. nor did he believe he’d ‘allow’ himself to ever be in their custody – not with what vague rumors he’d heard.
therefore, this choice of staging a fight would have to suffice. it would have to work in two parts; making sure ky got away and making sure it looked real. though, real was an odd word – more so it had to look like it wasn’t staged and that both himself, and rogers got away with-out too much damage.
victory wasn’t assured in this little ‘staged’ game of theirs. rather, it was a hope that both sides wouldn’t break their agreement. if that happened, there would be far dire consequences for whoever lost. more so, if ky lost (something he knew was possible), and thus he wanted to prevent such an outcome.
being ready was something ky knew he’d never be; training (that he lacked) or otherwise. it was only a matter of time before one of them enacted the first blow – rogers just seemed to take the initiative.
a sharp blow right to the torso. something he figured he’d be able to detect before, it happened, but ky was more distracted with the ‘what if’s’ than their actual agreement.
a grunt escaped his lips. then a moment later he grinned.
the time for thinking about what could happen after the fact was over. now, was the time to send his own punch back – if only to continue on with the spectacle.
while ky didn’t know what rogers was fully capable of, the choice to go ‘softer’ than usual was something that was done out of necessity rather than want. this agreement was so ky wouldn’t fall into shield’s clutches.
all the same, he took a step back, and then slammed his right foot forward; to kick at rogers. that way, maybe he could gauge just how far rogers would go, and in turn it would work the same way in his mind. if anything… ky was holding back for the moment.
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