The Boy Wonder vs The Soldier
Barnes lept off the building, firing a grapple cable from his metal wrist. The cable struck the building and it began to slow his descent down to the bridge, the truck had long passed, he just needed to hold off Nightwing for a while. Once he was close to the ground the cable disconnected and it returned back into his arm, letting the man land on his feet. "All right punk. Here's a warning shot." He took the safety off his rifle and he walked to the middle of the bridge, taking aim. He was heading straight for him, good he can see him. Focus...focus, picture you are the bullet, imagine its you that will hit the target. He took a deep breath, narrowing his eye, slowly he exhaled and he squeezed the trigger. The silenced round went flying, soaring through the sky as it slammed right into the bikes front wheel, making it flip over.
The kid was good however, leaping on the end of the bike and leaping off it, using the momentum to propel himself into the air. With some obvious Olympic level skill the vigilante spun around in a series of flips before landing on his feet. "Damn..." He is good, Barnes is better. He began to walk towards him. Nightwing did the same, readying out a pair of glowing blue escrima sticks, twirling them around, the whistle of them ringing in his ears. They made it to where the pair were only a few yards apart before they stopped.
"Look kid, I don't know what Batman taught you but you don't fuck around on something bigger than you."
"Its H.I.V.E, they'll have some weapon or something and I'm not letting them walk all over my town. "
"You don't listen do you? You and your overgrown rodent think you're all high and mighty. Well you're not punk."
"And you any better Winter?"
"Least I can admit I'm not Batman's little bitch. So how about you get Daddy here because I'm about to beat his kids ass." With that he pulled the rifle up to his hip, firing three rounds at the vigilante, however Nightwing knew it was coming, jumping in the air and spinning out of the way of the bullets, throwing one of his 'wing dings' at Barnes. It was a explosive one, striking his rifle and making the super soldier fly back and land on his back.
"Winter ended early." Nightwing quipped and he took a combat stance.
Narrowing his eyes under the mask as he watched Barnes stand back up. Ok...that was it, he is gonna beat this asshole seven ways to hell. He pulled out his side arm, opening fire as he ran towards him. Nightwing sidestepped his way from the bullets, avoiding the trained killers shots. They both ran to each other, both with a purpose, take down the other guy, the only task that mattered right now. Barnes spun around in circles, trying to slash at him with the combat knife. He blocked with a Escrima stick, both of them going at it, slashing and kicking at the other. Neither of them quite getting the upper hand on their opponent, they were evenly matched, trained by the best. However Barnes had a few advantages over the first Boy Wonder, tossing his empty gun aside and bringing his metal arm up over his head, blocking the stick to come down over his head, he smirked and a whirling sound could be heard from his arm. Nightwing raised a brow at it before his eyes widened. A EMP pulse shot out from Barnes's arm, one of the many hidden gadgets built into the metal arm. Both of them knew what that meant, the once glowing Escrima sticks were now just standard batons now. He holstered them, he can fight him without his gadgets. "Lets see how you are without your toys." Barnes sheathed the combat knife and he took a stance, egging the vigilante on. Nightwing narrowed his eyes, leaping up to deliver a spin kick which was blocked by Barnes flesh arm. The fight was more close quartered now, Barnes on the offensive, making Nightwing be forced into just defending himself. No breathing room as the super soldier advanced on him like a lion. He kept on him, looking for the right opening, that came as Nightwing tried to throw a punch to push him back, with enhanced speed, he caught the mans wrist, holding it as his metal fist connected with his elbow, a sickening snap of bone could be heard under the man's scream of pain, but he wasn't done there. He struck him hard in the side, followed by a head butt, making him stumble back. He grabbed him by the collar, striking him across the face with his human hand, over and over, then he dropped him on the ground. "You're not bad kid...but you need to learn, that trying to keep everyone safe isn't black and white. Maybe one day you'll learn and will grow out of Him." He then slammed his boot into Nightwings kneecap, emitting another snap and a scream of pain. "Don't get in my way. Otherwise I won't be so gentle." He then picked up his discarded rifle, heading off to return to the mission.
"Lawton? Tracker in place?" He spoke in the Com's, firing his arm grapple to return to his previous position on the building. Katana and Boomerang already gone. Good, means they're keeping the truck in sight. He began to head out onto the next building when he heard the marksman's voice over the com. "Yeah. Got it in there. What happened to the kid?""He broke a leg."
They followed the truck off to the docks, according to Command, it was owned by Roxxon. Great, yet another shady group involved, as if they didn't have enough issues with them already. Half of the group were hidden behind a few shipping containers. Barnes regrouped with Katana and Boomerang, tucked under a semi trailer. He crawled in next to Katana, both giving a nod to each other. "Nice of you to join us. What happened to Blue Jay?" He gave him a look to shut up, which he quickly obeyed. He brought out his rifle, peering through the scope, seeing the truck back up to a opening garage door, it then stopped. "Stay frosty, we may see what we have." He narrowed his eye, seeing two uniformed men drag out another person, he could not ID them because a bag was placed over their head, and it seemed it wasn't voluntary, this was a prisoner. Hmm.."Waller, seeing this?" In seconds her voice came in, another reason he believed this woman wasn't human. "Yes. Pull your team out." He gestured to Katana their orders. "Fall back and regroup guys." He ordered. Just who was it they were bringing in here?
As the Squad had begun to leave their positions and the prisoner was brought into the door of the warehouse, a man sat in shadows waiting. Watching. "Very good, very good. I had underestimated your Organization." He turned his head to the man sent to oversee the transport. "H.I.V.E gets the job done, no matter what." The other man was younger, clearly into his early thirties, a helmet held at his side. "She proved to be a rather difficult to track but we completed the mission none the less." The man in the shadows chuckled. "Of course she would, she is my daughter. Thank you Mr. Wilson, please give your Grandmaster my thanks and regards." The younger man nodded. "If I may, I prefer to be called.." He pulled his helmet on. "Ravager."