Agent.

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+ him. That was it. This was it. He was going back to HYDRA.

+ sluggish as he tried to haul himself up, but the world around him was spinning in an unforgiving spiral. Doom settled on +

+ itself hadn't knocked him out, but it definitely put him down with the additional blow to the head. Movements turned +

+ sight, and with a doom, the table shattered, and his head smacked down on the unforgiving wood beneath. The hit from Brock +

+ his jaw. The small asset was flung back, crashing into the coffee table, even as black spots danced in the white of his +

Agent's vision, which was already struggling to come back, swam at the direct hit as he felt hairline fractures spread across +

+ find anything to grab to smash over Brock's head.

+ gut. A low snarl escaped his lips and he continued up the assault, blindly throwing punches and kicks, his arms flailing to +

+ clearing, before he slammed a fast fist into Brock's temple and yanked up a leg so his knee could directly collide with his +

Agent barely managed to move in time to escape the knife and waited until the steps were just on him, his vision still +

If he could hiss he would be right about now.

+ side before he could tackle him, rolling and coming up as he blinked rapidly. Shit.

+ singeing his hair. Immediately, the blinded but not sightless asset calculated that Brock was too close and dove to the +

+ someone watch you, and then a shot rang out, pistol aimed down as a bullet whizzed past centimeters from Brock's head, +

+ up and pointing at the man in the hall. There was the slightest brush against Brock, very similar to the feeling of having +

The white flash blinded Agent briefly, but that didn't deter him in the slightest. Instantly, he was turning, his gun coming +

+ the house, announcing his presence, and he immediately turned to ready himself.

+ was one pistol, which had been overlooked in the sweep, stashed under the sofa, and he withdrew it. A click echoed through +

+ through the living room, immediately going to find his gun in the hopes that whoever was inside hadn't heard him yet. There +

+ person there in the practical shack he and Crim had holed themselves up in, and unease set on him. Silently, he trodded +