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The Howling Commandos were camping in the Alps, but,definitely not for recreational purposes. Steve Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, looked over a map of the area, his Sergeant, James ‘’Bucky’’ Buchanan Barnes, stood across from him. ‘’We have information that HYDRA will be carrying something important across this,’’ Steve pointed at the map, ’’peak. We’ll need to intercept it. Apparently, it arrives at 1400 hours, two days from today.’’
‘’But captain,’’ Dum Dum Dugan cocked his head, ‘’how will we-’’
Suddenly, the earth shook, and the men were knocked down. The sound of yelling filled the flank of the mountain, and they could see three figures fighting beyond the scarce underbrush. Then, the figures collapsed onto the snow, and the Howling Commandos heard a voice say, ‘’Where are we, Tony?’’
To which another, slightly robotic voice replied, ‘’I don’t know. F.R.I.D.A.Y., F.R.I.D.A.Y., give me a scan.’’
‘’We seem to be somewhere in the Alps, sir,’’ a female Irish voice responded, ‘’however, I am unable to pinpoint the location due to the poor reception.’’
‘’Remind me to get that fixed when we find our way out of this hell-hole,’’ the robotic voice grumbled.’’
‘’Yes sir.’’
A low voice interjected. ‘’Are we going to finish this? I didn’t mean to y’know…’’ the new voice drifted off. Blinking, Bucky realized that they were all sitting there while a potential threat was mere feet away. He nudged Steve, who was staring intently at the shadowy figures. Slowly, yet quietly, the Commandos stood up, taking the queue from Bucky and drew their guns, preparing to fire if necessary.
‘’You still killed her,’’ the robotic voice countered icily.
‘’Think about it Tony. It was his fault. If anyone, blame HYDRA,’’ the first voice advised, and now there was a slight Brooklyn accent, he inflicted the right words.
Steve nodded to the Commandos, and they burst through the trees, to find two men, one robot, but no woman to bear the Irish accent they heard earlier. ‘’Freeze!’’ Steve ordered. “Turn around slowly, raise your hands, and drop your weapons.’’
The two men tensed, but the robot quipped, ‘’Which? Raise our hands our drop our weapons?’’
‘’Not the time Tony, not the time. Look who it is,’’ this was the Brooklyn accent, and now the Commandos saw a strongly built man, in a nearly identical Captain America suit to the one Steve was currently wearing. Next to him was another man, dressed in some sort of strange uniform, and where his left hand should be, there was a metal fist.
The red and yellow robot snorted. ‘’Wow, Cap, wow. They look just like you and him,’’ he spat out the word, ‘’but dressed like the 1940s army. I would know, I’ve seen pictures.’’
It was Gabe Jones’ turn to snort. “It is the ‘40s, and were in the army, fighting the Nazis! Where have you been the last few years, frozen in ice?’’
The robot stifled a laugh, but then suddenly stopped. ‘’The ‘40s? As in World War II? Cap, Soldier, we gotta get outta here. I’ll take the ones on the left, you take the ones on the right.’’
The Brooklyn man stared. “Tony, that’s m- St- Captain America, and his second in command, Bucky Barnes. We can’t go around knocking them out,’’ he hissed.
‘’Or we could just tell them, and try to figure this out,’’ the metal arm man suggested, still watching the Commandos warily.
‘’I would think you, of all people, would be accustomed to the term secrecy, after all you were a se-’’
‘’That’s enough! I think we have more pressing matters on hand,’’ the former Brooklyn resident indicated to the Commandos, who were still aiming at them. ‘’Look, it seems we got off on the wrong foot,-’’
‘’Wrong foot!’’ Bucky barked. ‘’No kiddin’. You just appeared from hell knows where-’’
‘’Siberia,’’ coughed ‘Tony’.
‘’-and for all we know, you could be Nazis.’’
‘’We’re not Nazis, I swear on my life,’’ fake Steve, as Bucky had taken to calling him in his head, swore.
‘’Well, lives don’t matter much to Nazis, do they?’’ Jacques Dernier countered. By now the Commandos were forming a semicircle around the strangers, who retaliated by forming a triangle.
‘’Now!’’ ‘Tony’ said, and without further ado, the battle commenced. James Montgomery Falsworth, Jim Morita, and Gabe Jones ran at ‘Tony’; Steve and Dum Dum ran at the metal arm guy; Bucky and Jacques Dernier ran at the Steve look-alike.
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Falsworth, Morita, and Jones ran at Tony, and shot a round. ‘Pointless,’ Tony thought, and the bullets ricocheted off of his suit. Morita attached Tony, but his punches had no effect. Having fought two Super Soldiers a mere 10 minutes ago, these men were child’s play. While they may be the best of their time, Tony had a fucking Iron Man suit. He had fought aliens, a god, an indestructible robot, and always come out on top. Their hits and bullets barely affected Mark XLVI , but Tony punches did the exact opposite. Soon enough, Falsworth and Morita lay on the snow, Jones had face planted against a tree, and emerged victorious.
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Rogers was wailing on Dernier, but was taking his own fair hits from Bucky. Dodging an uppercut from Dernier, and blocking Bucky’s punch, he grabbed Dernier’s shoulders, and with one solid blow, Denier collapsed to the ground. Rogers’ shield lay on the ground, behind a tree, as he had not retrieved it since they appeared in the woods. Bucky and Rogers continued to come to blows, each exchanging hits and kicks. Out of the corner of his eye, Rogers saw Tony approach, and slam his fist into Bucky’s head. Bucky fell to the ground, and Rogers saw a nasty looking bruise forming on the of his head.
Tony and Rogers looked over to see Dugan slumped on the ground, while Barnes and Steve fought ferociously. Rogers was glad the Barnes was fighting Steve, as were able to hold their own against Captain America
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Steve Rogers threw his shield, and, to his surprise, the metal arm man caught it, and the impact barely shook him (literally). Before the man, who, Steve noticed, looked a startling amount like Bucky, tossed the shield back, Steve lurched forward and black rimmed his vision. He heard a man and robot conversing, before he felt a fist collide with his head, and everything went black.
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Steve shook his head, trying to clear the black spots dancing around his vision. He was propped up against a tree, and the rest of the Commandos lay in similar positions. His shield lay a few feet away. Steve couldn’t see the three assailants, and even though their was no new snow, the only footprints were from the previous battle. Jim, James, Gabe, Jacques, Dum Dum and Bucky started to wake up, but since they didn’t have the natural healing capabilities Steve did, they were a lot more bloodied. Jim and Dum Dum both sported large bruises on their forehead, while blood dripped from a gash on Gabe’s arm.
‘’Hey Steve, you okay?’’ Steve heard Bucky say, and he turned to find his best friend struggling to his feet, brushing snow off his jacket.
‘’Yeah, ‘m fine. You?’’ Steve replied with a grimace.
But before Bucky could reply, the three attackers from earlier fell to the ground with an undignified thump, and before anybody could react, one of them stood up, and said, ‘’Steve Rogers. Pleases to meet you.’’