Potentially problematic, but it wasn't as if he'd honestly expected them to be able to walk out unaccosted.
He assessed the catwalk; one soldier about halfway down, easily overpowered since he hadn't seen them yet. Probably a few more on the other side, and with the cross-path in the middle of the room likely another door on each side with more soldiers there as well. Not to mention those on the ground who would be attracted the moment anyone up here said "boo", or if they bothered to look on their own initiative.
But manageable. Provided he was where he needed to be when he needed to be there, provided the soldier didn't see him coming first, provided the others didn't look at the right time, provided Banner didn't get in the way...And now he was overthinking.
Don't. One step at a time. It's manageable; he'd beaten worse odds under worse conditions. Don't think. Do; he had raw power in his veins, a godlike creature waiting to be unleashed hidden under his skin. Even without a weapon, without body armor, he had this beat before he'd even started.
Without a word to Bruce, he started down the catwalk, long strides and the serum carrying him down it faster than it had any right to; he was on the soldier before he had time to cry out in surprise, immobilizing and incapacitating before he could fight back properly and pressing the heel of his boot into his windpipe to ensure future silence.
He looked back at his companion and smirked at him darkly, the expression feral and barely human. One down.
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on 2011-09-23 06:26 pm (UTC)Potentially problematic, but it wasn't as if he'd honestly expected them to be able to walk out unaccosted.
He assessed the catwalk; one soldier about halfway down, easily overpowered since he hadn't seen them yet. Probably a few more on the other side, and with the cross-path in the middle of the room likely another door on each side with more soldiers there as well. Not to mention those on the ground who would be attracted the moment anyone up here said "boo", or if they bothered to look on their own initiative.
But manageable. Provided he was where he needed to be when he needed to be there, provided the soldier didn't see him coming first, provided the others didn't look at the right time, provided Banner didn't get in the way...And now he was overthinking.
Don't. One step at a time. It's manageable; he'd beaten worse odds under worse conditions. Don't think. Do; he had raw power in his veins, a godlike creature waiting to be unleashed hidden under his skin. Even without a weapon, without body armor, he had this beat before he'd even started.
Without a word to Bruce, he started down the catwalk, long strides and the serum carrying him down it faster than it had any right to; he was on the soldier before he had time to cry out in surprise, immobilizing and incapacitating before he could fight back properly and pressing the heel of his boot into his windpipe to ensure future silence.
He looked back at his companion and smirked at him darkly, the expression feral and barely human. One down.