after shipping container, following Sharon who had said she'd found the guy we were looking for, Wilfred Nagel.

"Madripoor could give New York a run for its money." Sam commented.

"They know how to party." Zemo said, as Sharon continued to look from her phone and then to our surroundings, leading the way.

"With that bounty on your head, the longer you're in Madripoor the less likely you're ever leaving." Sharon said as we turned a corner, "alright. He's in there. Container four-two-six-one. I'll keep an eye out while you guys talk to Nagel. But hurry. We're on borrowed time"

Sharon handed each of us an ear piece to communicate. "I'll keep watch with you." I said, loading a gun we'd brought with us. "Safety in numbers or something right?"

"Okay, yeah." Sharon nodded. "I'll take this way, you go over there and if you see anyone, tell us." I nodded in response before we all went our separate ways.

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"Guys, we have company." Sharon spoke over the ear piece.

"Sharon, where are you? I'm all clear over here." I said, but I would've wished I hadn't as I turned the corner of one of the containers. "Shit." I whispered under my breath.

I turned the corner again, my gun held up and aimed, ready to shoot. Unfortunately, as I turned the corner, the guy was already there.

He grabbed my gun, ripping it from my hands and tossing it to the side. I brought my head forward, meeting it with his nose and he stumbled back, placing his palm to his now bleeding face. I formed a bo-staff in my hand, hitting him across the head with it and knocking him out cold.

"Every bounty Hunter in the city is here. We gotta go!" Sharon raised her voice over the ear piece again.

Another three guys came around a corner, spotting me and they began to run at me. My wings came out, lifting me into the air and I landed behind them with my wings still on display.

The men turned around with shocked faces and began firing their guns at me. I closed my wings around my body, blocking the bullets as I moved closer to them. Once I thought I was close enough, I opened my wings again, swiping two men from under their feet and sending them crashing into containers.

The last man stood in front of me, gun ready but his hands were shaking. I brought my right leg up, going to kick him back but he grabbed my leg and twisted me around. Grunts came from us both as we fought, the two other guys beginning two recover and stand up.

I lifted myself into the air again, managing to release myself from his grip and then landed again, behind him. I hit him across the head with my bo-staff but it did nothing other then hurt him.

He looked proper pissed off now.

He advanced quickly towards me but I put myself in the air, pushed my legs forward and kicked him back, making him land ,with a hard thud and a couple cracks,on his back.

The two other guys were now up but were in no fighting condition so, rather then leaving and giving them time to recover more, I took my bo-staff once more, knocking them both over the head.

Taking off into the air again, I flew overhead of the containers until I spotted Sharon fighting with some man. He had her pinned against a container but she managed to duck. He continued to swing punches at her.

I then spotted another man about to turn the corner with a rather large gun. Swooping down towards him, I grabbed his gun, hitting him in the face several times with it until he was out before I pushed the other guy away from Sharon and against a container.

With this other man, I hit him with my fist once and then once again, that being enough for him to crash. I dropped his unconscious body and then made my way over to Sharon who was crouched over and panting.

"You okay?" I asked her, placing a hand on her back.

"Yeah," she sighed, standing up straight. "Thank you." She pointed to the two men on the floor.

I looked from each man and back to her, "no problem."

"Behind you!" She shouted, but by the time I reacted someone had a firm grip on my wings and was almost dragging my body down.

Sharon tried to come to my aid but was pushed against a blue container by someone else. I struggled in this man's grip, he was evidently much stronger than the others. Looking over my shoulder at him, I saw the angry look on his face and he was definitely much larger than the others.

He threw me against a green container. Sharon was still fighting the man but quickly finished him. She tried to make it to me again but was then caught up in another fight.

I kneed the guy in the crotch, making him groan in pain but not bend over. Instead he pulled me forward and slammed me back into the metal, the back of my head hitting it hard.

I formed a shadow blade in my hand, stabbing it into the guys thigh, but still no reaction other then a groan. "Seriously? Nothing!"

He tossed me to the side like an unwanted toy, my head crashing into another container. He started to stomp over to me, his posture very bad and his arms swinging angrily by his side with his hands bunched into fists.

I stood up, forming a larger blade and swung at him with it once he was closer. I caught his face, making a cut appear on his cheek and blood drip down his face and onto the cement flooring.

Eventually, after much repeated fighting of him punching me, a few bullets shot by him and me catching him with my blade, I managed to stab his side which thankfully made him stop and bend over.

Kicking him back, he fell over, using an arm to support himself. I kicked his stomach so he was on his back and made the blade disappear, my Bo-staff now taking its place.

I used the end of the staff and bopped his head hard, managing to knock him out. I sat myself down on the floor beside him, my body dropping harshly as I panted with my chest heaving up and down rapidly.

"Jesus," I sighed, glad that fight was over but I knew another one was right around the corner.

I rubbed my wings where they we hurting from the man's grip on them before I made them go in again, only now seeing the holes they'd made in the back of Sharon's top I was wearing. My eyes were wide as I looked forward again, deciding to just ignore it and act like the holes aren't there.