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Post by ayden1 on Nov 16, 2009 2:56:30 GMT
Contains Violence and Coarse Language
"I told you we shouldn't have worn the damn costumes!" Steve yelled as he caught the fist of a rather drunken fellow, pushing his leg out, he kicked into the man's shin and brutally slammed him into the floor. The man's arm snapped resoundly with a crack from the dislocation. "Fuck!!" He yelled in pure drunken agony as the Star Spangeled hero turned to the next idiot to try his luck. How the hell did this even happen? Barton insisted that they wear their outfits out into public and even into a bar; all in the name of good fun. Knowing Barton, he probably just wanted a bar fight. Before things could even begin to be described as civilized, somebody had shoved Barton...which wasn't a good idea. Barton threw the punch and then all hell had broken loose now...
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Post by barton on Nov 16, 2009 16:21:14 GMT
Clint grinned in response, swaying backwards out of the reach of a particularly well aimed punch, well aimed by the current drunken brawler standards of this particular establishment anyway. “ Hey, you agreed in the end, so you can’t blame me for this. Although, you gotta admit...This is much better than just grabbing a few beers.” Jolting forward he grabbed his current opponent by the collar and yanked the poor fellow’s head downward to meet the corner of the bar with solid and sickening thud before he let go, allowing the unconscious form to drop to the floor. A good old fashion bar fight was just what he needed at the moment, there being nothing better in his opinion to relax and unwind with after a particularly long and arduous mission. “I mean, how else would you spend your downtime? Listening to those vinyl records on the ye olde gramophone? Face it, Stevie boy wonder...” He trailed off to deliver a vicious right hook to a bottle wielding assailant’s jaw, sending him crashing to the floor in a heap. “You’re loving this as much as I am.”
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Post by ayden1 on Nov 17, 2009 1:36:53 GMT
"Those vinyl records..." Stepping backwards to dodge a vertical strike from a pool que, he lashed out with his forearm, brutally crushing the guys nose with a resounding snap followed by a burst of blood trailing from his nose. This wasn't pretty, but maybe deep down, Steve was enjoying it. "...are antiques, alright? You have to treat them with resp-" He was cut short by a bottle crashing into the back of his skull. He was dazed for a few moments, before a swelling rush of anger blew him over and the pain disappeared. Turning around to the idiot who thought it was a good idea to take a cheap shot at the Star Spangeled hero. "Cheap shots? Attacking while my back is turned?? What are you? Italian?!" Sending a quick punch into the man's gut, he then proceeded to grab the guys head, wrench it towards the ground, straight into the solid right knee of Captain America. The man's body buckeled as he yelled in pain, before Cap threw him to the ground, grabbing his left arm, he twisted it and stamped his foot down on it, dislocating the shoulder and adding to the immense pain the guy was already in. It was a bit of overkill, but Cap was pissed. "3 unconscious, 2 broken limbs. What's your tally, sunshine?"
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Post by barton on Nov 18, 2009 21:11:51 GMT
Clint couldn’t help but snort at Steve’s crack about the man’s heritage, resisting the urge to laugh in favour of lashing out with another vicious one-two combo that left his opponent reeling and completely open to the uppercut that clipped his chin and sent him scattering to the floor to join his fallen brethren. “Italian? Gee, Steve, I see those Political Correctness sessions are going oh so well...” The SHIELD Agent trailed off to assess the situation, a slight smirk playing on his lips at the sight of the utter havoc the two of them had wrought in the space of a few minutes. This is why he loved coming to these crappy rundown bars, they always were full of lowlifes that ‘gladly volunteered’ their services for his patent pending stress relief techniques. “Two broken limbs? Jeez, you don’t break limbs in bar fights, Boy scout... You just give them something to remember you by, otherwise you’re breaking the unwritten code of barroom brawling.” A drunken blow clipped his chin as his attention was diverted to berating the American Icon, causing him to stagger slightly and curse before retaliating with a brutal kick to the man’s knee causing an surprisingly sickening, not to mention highly satisfying, crunch that brought a high pitched squeal that was quickly silenced by Clint’s elbow ramming into the man’s nose. “But four down, one of those probably needs some knee surgery.”
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Post by ayden1 on Nov 19, 2009 11:45:26 GMT
Captain America had a few moments to breathe, just in time enough to hear Barton's remark about the Political Correctness sessions. With a smirk of his own, he looked over his shoulder. "You really think someone like me would take a lecture as if I was back in school?" Watching as Barton decked another barman with a rather solid kick to the kneecap, Cap couldn't help but grin at Barton's method of stress relief. Sure, it wasn't delicate, but it got the job done. "These guys have got rules now? Here was I thinking they paraded around in loin-clothes and beat each other with stones." Steve's incredibly well trained ears picked up a very familiar noise at his 4 o'clock. It was the sound of a pistol being loaded and cocked. Without even thinking, Cap's movements came naturally. Within a second, he had darted infront of the man, who was aiming the gun with his two hands out in front. Cap's hands landed on the slide of the weapon, and with a quick slide movement, his forearm pushed against the man's neck as Steve's leg caught the mans. The body hit the ground firmly, and wouldn't do much damage.
What the move did do, however, was pull apart the slide of the handgun. The man had got to his knees and tried to fire, but realised his weapon was now useless. "You ever actually used one of those, punk?" He rather mockingly tossed the slide at the thugs face, and it bounced off his skin. The guy wouldn't even know what to do with it. Turning to face the small amount of guys remaining, Steve held his arms out to the side. "Anyone else want to try and kill a American Soldier?"
"Fuck you and your fucked up propoganda, man. You don't know anything about this country and our soldiers sure as hell don't look like costumed jokes."
Oh...bad thing to say to Captain America...
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Post by barton on Nov 23, 2009 16:38:03 GMT
“Do you really want me to answer that, Boy Scout?” Clint smirked, leaning on the bar to survey their work once more, reaching behind the counter to grab an untouched beer bottle. The bar, while it wasn’t exactly clean and friendly to begin with, was now looking like some warzone, unconscious bodies scattered amongst the wounded and moaning. “And no, the loin-cloth wearing caveman look is only for specialist clubs now, down here you just get the knuckle draggers and...”
The click of a gun caused the marksman to trail off, making him quirk an eyebrow and pausing with the beer midway to his lips. Someone drawing a piece during a bar fight, while always a possibility, was something of a rarity, and Clint had never expected someone to have done it while facing Captain America of all people. Him maybe, Hawkeye wasn’t exactly a well known name outside of the SHIELD halls, but he seriously doubted any American didn’t know who the stars and stripes patriot was. The muffled thump reaching his ears that signalled Steve’s answer to the idiot with a gun quickly caused him to smirk, resuming sipping his beer before finishing his sentence. “...Apparently idiots.”
He winced at the man’s comeback to Steve’s remark about killing an American soldier, pinching the bridge of his nose with his right hand as he felt the foreshadowing of a headache coming on. He’d been in a similar situation with the American icon a few years ago when, nearly word for word, that comment had been uttered. It hadn’t ended well to say the least. With a slow, exaggerated carefulness, Clint lashed out with his left, catching the offender on the side jaw and knocking him out solidly. There was no way he was going through that again, he’d signed on with SHIELD to get out of jail, not into it.
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Post by ayden1 on Nov 25, 2009 13:14:53 GMT
"Fuck you and your fucked up propoganda, man. You don't know anything about this country and our soldiers sure as hell don't look like costumed jokes."
The words entered Steve's ears, and his only reaction was a grin. He was tossing up the many ways he could make this punk eat his own words, shit them out, and then eat them again. It was certainly not a honourable thought, but you do not say that to a American hero whom had fought through almost the entirety of World War II and prevented a massive mssile strike upon the USA. His words were like a spit in the face and a kick in the crotch of everything he stood for.
It was probably a good thing that Barton knocked the punk out, as Steve would have done something he would've copped a punishment for back at HQ. But now he was sick of the fighting, he just wanted to sit down and have a drink. Speaking fiercely to the remaining two guys, his eyes roared strength. "Anyone else want to try their luck? I can go all night." The two guys shook their heads in fear and awe of the two SHIELD agents whom just happily decked a entire room full of men. "Good. Now, make sure they get to the hospital."
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