On Command ~ Sequel to Lost Heros

Not Your Hero or Avenger

They both ran to the opposite direction of all the chaos and I let out a relieved breath. I bent down and quickly shuffled inside my bag for what I was searching for. When I finally found it, I tied it around my face and slung the bag over my shoulder. It was a bandana. It was in my bag as a tool to use to hide my face and if this was being broadcasted on any way, I wouldn't want hydra to find me because I was on T.V.
So I made my way to the scene but made it my personal agenda to stay clear of the rest of the superhero type characters. I turned to the side and saw another alien chase a man into an alley. I ran over and killed it the same way that I did the last. As soon as it hit the floor, I turned around and another alien had gotten near me. The creature grabbed me and threw me against a wall making my head collide with it rather harshly. I quickly regained myself and made my way towards it while dodging its punches at me. I tried to land a kick to his side but it grabbed my leg and threw me up in the air. I quickly managed to throw my weight into a position where I ended up sitting on the aliens shoulders. At that moment I wrapped my legs around its neck and threw my body to the floor causing it to come along with me. Almost automatically, I moved my legs so that I snapped the creatures neck and it went limp instantly.

I got up and shook the alien off of be not even out of breath and fairly proud that I hadn't lost any of my skills that I had acquired over the years. If felt good to use them for something other than the twisted things that Hydra wanted. It took me a few seconds to realize that the man I had saved was still there. . . in a corner just standing there in awe. I rolled my eyes at him, "Get hell out of here!" He shuffled quickly out of the alley and I shook my head.

I quickly grabbed all of my things and proceeded to help the people around me. In the next ten minutes, I had killed about five other alien things. It might sound morbid, but the feeling of a gun in my hand was slightly comforting. It felt like a part of me and using it as a tool to help others made the adrenaline in my veins pump so much faster.

I kept moving forward and I saw from far away several aliens fighting against what I'm guessing was Captain America with his red white and blue outfit. From the looks of it he seemed to be handling the situation just fine but a couple more aliens were getting close. I ran to the nearest building and up a couple stories where I could get a clear shot of the aliens attacking him from a window. Luckily, most of the people in the building left so I had no trouble finding an open room. I swiftly positioned my gun at the window and aimed at the aliens. With several shots half of the aliens attacking the Captain fell to the floor. I chuckled a bit as I saw the confused look on his face.
I gathered my materials and kept moving.

As soon as I stepped outside I saw one of the giant, flying aliens crash into a building making half of it collapse on the floor. I covered my eyes as dust and debris lifted into the air. Several people ran out of it coughing and crying out in pain. I thought of the other people that got trapped inside and started to run for the entrance but a woman grabbed hold of my arm. I looked at her and saw the tears running down her face.

"I s-saw you fighting the alien b-beasts," she said trying to contain her sobs. "P-Please get my son he's still inside. We got separated I don't know how please help me! He's ten years old, please save h-him!" I nodded my silent promise to retrieve her son and she let me go. I ran inside and scouted my way through the wrecked pieces of wall and floor. Deciding to try my luck with the stairs, I carefully went up them and searched for the ten year old boy. I wish I had asked the mother for his name which would have come in handy right about now. On my search for him I had managed to help a couple people regain consciousness and tell them where the exit was. I also made sure that they would be able to carry those that could not walk.

I turned a corner and let out a relieved sigh when I saw a small boy on the floor. As I got near him I panicked when I saw him not moving. Putting two fingers on his neck I checked his pulse which was faint, but still there. He had a bump on his head with a slight gash which meant that he was probably knocked out from the debris. I picked up the child in my arms and ran out of the building as quick as I could. His mother quickly ran over to me and took him from my arms showering him in kisses but worrying when he wasn't waking up. She looked to me for an answer.