A reaction piece (read: denying what I knew was coming) to the Civil War trailer.

Tony Stark claims that Steve Rogers is so innocent and pure, his mind can't comprehend even the mildest of vulgarities.

Tony Stark is sadly mistaken, but nobody is going to crush his hopes and dreams.

Steve, at this point in time, is coming up with increasingly impressive swears, some of which aren't even on Urban Dictionary yet. (He'll have to poke around on there later, maybe make an entry or two.)

New York is under attack. It's not the first time, it's (probably) not the last time, but still. What is it with this city? Does it have a special sign that says 'PLEASE DESTROY'? Or maybe Loki's here for payback. He doesn't know, and he doesn't care.

For the fourth time in ten minutes, he flings his shield at the grey beast a few feet away. He hits her in the chest, sends her flying back into a fire hydrant, which shatters on impact and drenches both her and the surrounding area.

Despite it all, she's back on her feet, eyes red and fixed on him.

"You okay down there, Cap?"

"Uh-huh." She shakes herself off and he looks for something-a fallen pipe, even-to fend her off. "Just-"

He doesn't have time to react before she's lunging at him, limbs stretched out to knock him over. He can feel the heat of her breath against his throat when-

BANG!

The wolf flies off to the side with a surprised yelp and rolls over a few times. Steve makes for his shield.

"Thanks, Clint."

"Wasn't me...oh, my god."

"Clint?" No answer. "Clint! Barton! Report!"

Whoever the shooter was, they mean business-a grenade hits the ground between Steve and the wolf and they scatter in opposite directions. When the smoke clears, she's gone, nowhere to be seen.

"Seriously, punk," And Jesus Christ he's not sure whether to laugh or cry tight now. "We need to talk about picking fights you can't win."

THE END