[ Michael scrambles to his feet, yanking the shield out of the ground and sliding his hand through the straps. He knows better than to throw the shield. It's heavy. Even heavier than it looks. The best he can do is lift it, and run.
Instead of running towards the generator, he runs to Bucky, trusting Steve to have his flank. He can't leave him defenceless. Not after he'd saved his life.
Michael smacks the creature holding Bucky in the back of the head with the shield, nearly falling over. He hits it again, and again, until it spasms and lets go of him. He hits it one more time, just for good measure, before holding the shield out to Bucky breathlessly, his face splattered with blue purple-blood. ]
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[ Michael scrambles to his feet, yanking the shield out of the ground and sliding his hand through the straps. He knows better than to throw the shield. It's heavy. Even heavier than it looks. The best he can do is lift it, and run.
Instead of running towards the generator, he runs to Bucky, trusting Steve to have his flank. He can't leave him defenceless. Not after he'd saved his life.
Michael smacks the creature holding Bucky in the back of the head with the shield, nearly falling over. He hits it again, and again, until it spasms and lets go of him. He hits it one more time, just for good measure, before holding the shield out to Bucky breathlessly, his face splattered with blue purple-blood. ]
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