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            The transport truck is extremely well-guarded (as if you’d been expecting anything else - Captain America is not exactly a low-profile prisoner) and the Hydra grunts surrounding it begin to notice you and shout warnings to one another as you’re descending, so Tony picks up the pace and drops the two of you to land heavily beside the truck.

            You’re fighting as soon as your feet hit the ground. For a better vantage point and line of fire, you swing yourself up onto the top of one of the trucks’ cabs by its rearview mirrors; Coulson heads directly for the thickest knot of guards, gun drawn and firing even as he pulls some kind of crazy martial arts move that dodges him a blow or two and maybe even a bullet. You’re occupied with the steady nock-draw-release of enemy target shooting, but even so, you manage to find it in yourself to admire the sight of Phil Coulson, Agent of BAMF, kicking ass in a crowd of Hydra guards.