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Monet St. Croix The two teams split up. In tight corridors, only so many can fight effectively wihtout bunching up around one another. And they're no tsure exactly where Peggy is and they hvae to clear here out hard and fast before a Hydra fanatic decides that if they die, they take the high value prisoner out with them. The group is met over by a series of heavy plasma and machine gun shots as two Hydra troopers are working hurriedly at dragging a heavy machine gun forwards. Something recognizable to Cap and Bucky; an ancient WW2 German squad support machine gun with looping belts of ammo.
Steve Rogers     Steve already had the shield up, and while it can definitely hold up to one of those German machine guns--that's what it was originally meant to protect him from, after all--there's always the chance of a stray bullet ricocheting about. Besides, they've got a scientist with them, and she's got the medical equipment.

    "Clear out the machine gun," he says to Bucky, less of a command than a 'hey you take this target I'll take that.' He's focusing his fire on the Hydra troops carrying plasma guns, moving forward with his shield held up, as fast as he can go without leaving the others exposed.
Monet St. Croix May sends a transmission <<Meet you inside Cap. Good hunting.>>
James Barnes Bucky doesn't waste any time. He flips one of his knives to an underhand grip. He takes a few steps forward and then just runs up Steve's back as the man holds up the shield, launching himself across the air and flicking the knife out at one of the Hydra goons while he aims to knee the other in the face as he comes down.

He doesn't mess around.
Jane Foster The scientist in the middle won't likely stay there for long. Jane's good at staying to the side or behind Cap's shield so stray plasma bolts or chattering machine gun fire has one less target. The pings of bullets striking vibranium still make her flinch. Captain America had a war and a comparative lifetime to get used to the noise. Her, not so much. "They're intending to slow both of you down," she warns in a low, brisk tone. "Every minute we spend hunkered down here gives them more time to hurt her and the other team." Her eyes stay forward, watching as the Winter Soldier proves why he has the reputation he does.

Then back to Steve. "Run. Both of you need to get through before they lock this down and gas us." A tip of her head indicates the hall ahead where knives flash and weapons fire. There's an implicit sense of certainty to her, worry there but kept in check by an analytical sign. She takes one of the blowdart containers from her bag and a small flat device, no larger than the typical cheap ant trap from a hardware store. Flinging it down the hall hopefully avoids Bucky. The light weight device is intended to travel easily and skitter off the floor and wall.
Monet St. Croix Cap goes to charge, taking down the first group over like a bowling ball! Heavy machine gun bullets go to rapidly open fire, deflected by the shield. The pair are firing the gun wildly on full auto, not bothering to aim. Wiht a gun like that,a iming was superfluous over volume of fire. But they haven't had time to fully set it up and brace it, so the kickback of the gun breaks thes houlder of one. Bucky's blade guts another of teh troops up ahead trying to scramble and block him. In the vents above the corridor, there would be the near sielnt retracting of metal plates as behind the group bulkhead doors would start to come on down.
    Bucky's knife cleanly guts through the gunnres, even as the other troops are attempting to fling themselves in a body pile. To buy precious seconds.
Steve Rogers     Steven doesn't even blink as Bucky uses him as a springboard to go over the top; he just grins briefly, and nods aside to Jane. With the machine gun out of the way, he picks up the pace and starts to run, shield up in front of him like a battering ram.

    A pile of bodies, well, that could be an obstacle or it could be its own springboard. He leaps over the gun and then uses the bodies of Hydra soldiers as stepping stones, as leverage. Long-jumping his way through the corridor is probably even faster than running, and keeps the momentum going to get through as fast as possible.
James Barnes Bucky uses his vibranium arm to block bullets, blades, and anything else, swinging it around with a precision born of heightened, superhuman reflexes. His other hand, just as strong and, for these purposes, pretty much just as deadly, he swings around, slapping, punching, and tossing Hydra goons left and right.

Driven and focused, it's hard to tell if the Hydra men are slowing him and Steve down at all, at this point. Do they make a difference? Because in the tiny hallway, it's raining men.
Jane Foster Not a chance that she can keep up with them, so Jane doesn't try. The serum Erskine devised and Soviets tried to emulate guarantees they can sprint off at roadrunner speeds. She merely stays to the side and low, using cover of corners and angles to her advantage. Shots get close. The holes in clothes and walls can be counted later.

Another of the small lozenges enclosed in smooth metal goes hurtling with as good an overhand throw as she can manage from the modified blowgun. A small controlled explosive fires it t-shirt cannon style to get past Captain America and the Winter Soldier.

"Fire!" she calls ahead as the second rectangle lands and spins harmlessly across the floor. A friendly light blinks once.

Then the prearmed programming attached to the control mechanism lets loose, exotic materials answering the spun weight of gravity as a pinhole gap in space opens for a few seconds. Not much. But a teensy tear still pulls with the force of a vacuum through the Einstein-Rosen bridge links here to some there, anywhere. And that anywhere is hungry.
Monet St. Croix A small localized rip in relaity just yanks two men setting up over with flamethrowers about really, really messily now as their weapons would crumple and the funnels over of the weapons compress over and be crushed. Any sort of resistance up along that corridor would be instantly stopped, even for those few mometns as the ones in front would be smashed hard to the ground.

But up ahead Jane senses something.. Somewhat.. Some-its? Several minds/consciousnesses moving along with focus and precision towards the group. Chittering. Chattering. A thrum.
Steve Rogers     Cap can marvel over localized wormhole creation another time. For now, it's just another weapon in the arsenal, and one he avoids assiduously so as not to get sucked in himself, once he's ducked out of ingrained habit at the call of 'Fire!'

    <<Any sign of Carter?>> he says into comms. Are they going the right way? Has the other team found her? Just that, and then he's taking the opportunity of the cleared corridor to move forward at the fastest clip he can manage in the space--though if Jane calls out he'd stop. Otherwise, the focus is on getting through quickly.
James Barnes Bucky ducks to the other side when the wormhole shows up. He doesn't bother stopping to look at it. Wanda can pull it from his brain later and figure out what the fuck just went down. For now, he's happy not getting yanked into another reality or something of the like. Instead, he moves forward at the speed of caution, which looks faster to anyone else, but involves a lot of situational awareness.
Jane Foster Jane's devices can't last that long. Their effects fade away within so many heartbeats as they take form. The two tossed out are spent and a trick already used once isn't as useful in the future.

<<Not her. Something's up ahead. Several somethings, tightly packed together.>> Her response carries a note of doubt, though she has to put together the what and who while trailing after two very quick moving men. <<Multiple heat signatures packed together. If it's wearing a trenchcoat, assume more than one HYDRA agent is under there.>>
Monet St. Croix The group darting ahead sees what looks like some sort of.. biomass. Mud, scum, twisting together and rapidly reforming. Carbon, sillicon. Dozens upon dozens of things twisted together, body parts that had been stitched on and somehow made whole, biological material that had been welded together and that had dozens upon dozens of mouths and teeth on it. Constantly reforming itself. Gas and acid dripping down it's body.

CONSUME. CONSUME. ADD TO SELF. Jane could probably get that vibe -from- the thing. The consciousness. The..

HIVE.
Steve Rogers     <<Not wearing a trenchcoat,>> Cap notes, hesitating just a moment to look the mass over with revulsion. The disgusting things HYDRA gets up to never fail to, well, disgust. He swallows that back, quite literally swallowing down bile, and adjusts his stance, briefly.

    Then he throws the shield at the thing, partly to see what it does. Will it slice through? Will it stick? Rebound? They'll find out shortly.
James Barnes Bucky drops the last of the guardfs he was smacking aroundf when the squamous thing blubbers its way into sight, and then clears his throat. "Okay then." He kicks up one of the Hydra agents' machine guns and turns it on the thing. Then Captain America throws his shield.

"Steve." Bucky stands up straight and stares at Captain America. "It's your one weapon, man. _Come on_."

He opens fire.
Jane Foster Now is the time a flamethrower would be useful. Jane's gone and broken the two immediately at hand. Resourceful as an astrophysicist can be, the mobile pile of ooze, organ meat, and appendages exceeds her familiarity. She falls back a few steps and produces the ICER, levelling it in both hands.

"Get past it if you can. Priority on her recovery," she repeats, wincing slightly and taking a rapid pair of shots at the bog-bodies raised by HYDRA's ingenuity. Jemma would be unimpressed. The least frightening of the Furiae is inclined to agree. "Losing time."

Fire again.
Monet St. Croix The shots would hit the thing and just be.. Absorbed? The bullets broken up for material. The shield would SPANG through it, cutting cleanly through and ricocheting along. The thing's 'halves' then would fall on one another, and immedaitely start to seal back over in place. CONSUME. DEVOUR.

It snaps out wiht a limb, it hyper-stretching towards Jane to try and anchor it onto her shoulder if it could like a leech!
Steve Rogers     "I have a gun," Steve protests to Bucky. "And my fists. But..." He watches the shield cut through the pile of corpses and skid to the other end of the hallway, and then the thing just... amalgamates back together? Ugh.

    "I'm guessing fire might deal with it. If you've got anything that can start one..." Steve's mind may not be as great as Jane's but the old saying applies here. He doesn't have a flamethrower, but he did bring flares. So, even as he's saying this, he grabs a flare from one of the pouches on his belt, lights it up, and then charges the thing that's in their way. He's desperately aware of the ticking clock; if the best he can do is blind it long enough to get past and pick up the shield, that's what he'll do.
James Barnes "Of course it absorbs solid matter. _Of course_ it does." Bucky sounds annoyed. He tosses the machine gun aside and then pulls out some flares of his own. "Jane, maybe it's time for you to put that brilliant scientific mind of yours to good use and improvise us a big-ass flamethrower!"
Monet St. Croix Along the comms comes from May <<Cap we found her. Prepping for evac.>>
Jane Foster No need to tell the choir, Jane doesn't want to get eaten by the monster any more than the rest of them want to be covered in that disgusting slime. The shield going right through the thing takes a backseat to the fact it happens to be trying to dislocate her shoulder and draw in a mawful of flesh.

Consume. Devour.

Wouldn't be the first time. Just the first in this particular body.

She reflexively yelps in pain and swings away from the limb pulling on her shoulder, not even bothering to slam the ICER into it. Her hands both come up to rip the offending appendage away right as it burrows in to bite, and copper fire explodes from under her sleeve to roll outward across the monstrosity's anchor-limb in an uncontrollable surge. Jane's face pales as her grip probably falters, but the furious enchantments that contain the Mother of Storms don't cease when the sentient weapon gets in a bad mood, lashing out on its own. The air reeks of ozone.
Monet St. Croix There's a twitch and a scream as dozens of small parasites that make up HIVE feel the disconnection and howl in pain! Then Cap and Bucky are advancing over on it with flares and attacking! The flares are searing into the thing's flesh, and HIVE goes to try and counter attack! Flinging smaller modules of itself off over at Bucky and Cap, even as it's trying to backpedal away, seared bits of it sizzlin and then fallnig off in rotten clumps!
Steve Rogers     Steve throws himself forward, past the Hive, to roll and grab his shield, then uses it to fend off the parasites as the Hive tries to backpedal away. <<Copy that,>> he replies to May. <<Falling back, we'll meet up with you.>>

    He doesn't know what in the world Jane did, but he glances toward her. "You good?" Another glance to Bucky. "They've got her, let's go. She's going to need evac ASAP." He moves backward, the way they came, making sure the others are with him.
James Barnes "I don't like leaving this thing still ... around," Bucky admits, but he's backing away. "But we'll come back with napalm."

He flashes Jane a smile and an approving up-nod before he follows them back the way they came. "Let's get the hell out of here. There's a lady I'm sure could use a beer or two."
Jane Foster Shell shock is something of a factor in Jane's slow response, staring at her hands long after the wave of energy vanishes. Yes, those are fingers. One-two-three-four-five. No quick and hasty response follows her to find her way back, painfully drawn into the present with more than a little difficulty.

"She..." A cough would do, but she has to find her breath again. Chase the tail of the thought and bite it again. "She okay?" Grinding gears are forced to move as she shivers, spontaneously trying to throw off the adrenaline surge or whatever causes goosebumps to rise over her arms and prickle her scalp in the worst way. "S-sorry." Teeth chattering at that.

Time to move, Steve and Bucky leading the way. Hell, she might not even seem to know what the hell.
Monet St. Croix Now's time to start to flal back. The -thing- over is withdrawing, HIVE fleeing over further away as it would just scurry and vanish over behind some bulkheads. Dragging along a few of the bodies of dead Hydra troopers with it to probably make some snacks to fix itself up. Definitely something they'd probably have to deal with in the future.
Steve Rogers     "Napalm," Steve agrees as they back away. "Lots and lots of napalm." Ugh.

    With a concerned glance to Jane, he says, "It's alright. Let's get you out of here and get everyone seen to. They didn't say how she is. And, no, Bucky, if we're lucky she /won't/ be having a beer, not for a while at least. Hadn't you heard?" Oh, shit. If he /hasn't/ heard, well, that's Peggy's to tell.

    Once the Hive disappears, with a final glance to be sure it won't jump out at them once their backs are turned, he turns around and starts back the way they came, moving more slowly to be sure Jane can keep up.
Monet St. Croix May comms back <<Watch out for gas traps along the way>>