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How Many Warehouses Are Even In Queens Honesty, Early Sunday Morning

The problem with waiting for HYDRA to make the first move was that, once they did, it was a scramble to get into action. Especially when Clint's team was occasionally a little hard to find to call for back up. Stupid magic.

Luckily for Tony, he could make sad eyes at a few people on the island to help keep him alive to stop whatever the hell the Red Skull was planning this time.

He took a quick scan of the warehouse (it was always warehouses) to see what sort of opposition they'd be running into and was a little disturbed and distrustful over how few guards they had.

[Expecting two for all the slowplay!]

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Steve aimed at Red Skull's lack of nose extra hard for that. "No, you won't."

He stumbled back, making an inarticulate noise of rage. "Attack him!"

Yeah, you just let your nameless minions attack Captain America because he gave you a boo-boo, Schmidt.

Steve didn't roll his eyes at that, but it was a near thing. He let his shield fly, knocking over a few nameless minions like bowling pins before it ricocheted back into his hand.

"Useless!" Red Skull shouted in the most hurtful fashion possible. Those minions tried really hard, okay? And he just didn't appreciate them like they deserved.

You know. Ignoring how they worked for Nazis and all.

"Enchantress--" He turned to find she was nowhere to be found. Because supervillain team ups worked that way. "Fine. I will do this myself."

"Shocking," Steve said dryly, staring Red Skull down over the curve of his shield.

Alternate reality versions of Captain America were just rude.

"Tell me, Captain," he said, firing his weapon at Steve as he advanced. "Why are you even here? This is not your fight."

You know, ignoring how Schmidt was mostly using this to distract Steve from the next attack.

"When it comes to you, it's always my fight," Steve said, crouching behind his shield before coming back out, fists flying.

They were so painfully dramatic, weren't they? It was some WWII precious moments shit right there.

"A shame you have already lost it here," Schmidt said, stumbling back to take another shot at Steve. He was... strategically backing away. Yes.

"Can't really see how that's the case," Steve gritted, coming in even closer.

"The death of Captain America at the hands of his team." And a hired assassin. Whatevs. "So many years of fighting against you and all it took was stepping back to watch."

Yeah, he had the usual crazy eyes about the situatiom. And continued to back away, pulling Steve further from the others.

Steve rolled his eyes. "It wasn't his team," he said fiercely. "Tony was set up."

Yes, Steve, explain justice to the creepy Nazi.

"Tell that to to the rest of the world, Captain," Schmidt said with a toothy grin. Because lack of normal skin. But also because he was a creepy Nazi. "When I take your counterpart's body as my own, I'll save his death for last."

That was going to earn Red Skull a shield to the face. "You don't touch him."

Hey, he was gloating here!

He styled back, trying shake off the blow to the head. "Struck a nerve, Captain?" Schmidt asked, smug look disappearing into something that looked like bit into a lemon as he looked past Steve to the alter.

"It's a little thing called basic respect for the fallen," Steve snapped.

"You would know best about the fallen, wouldn't you, Captain," Schmidt said, taking another careful step back as the few remaining soldiers rushed in between them.

Steve tackled them, trying to get to Schmidt. "You coward!" he spat.

"Give the boy my regards." Which was threatening no matter how you took it with the status of Bucky Barnes' survival.

But with that he laughed in what could only be described as a maniacal fashion before beating a hasty retreat.

Stay classy, Schmidt. You just stay classy.

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