CLOSED...

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who ; STEVE ROGERS AND ERIK MAGNUS-MAGNETO-LEHNSHERR. Also maybe others later?
what ; Steve done pissed off Erik. Erik done said he will hunt down Steve's teammates if the soldier doesn't show up for a meet-and-greet.
where ; SOME EMPTY CITY ZONE
when ; Right after this. ...IE early evening on Christmas.
warning(s) ; IDK. VERY POSSIBLY VIOLENCE.

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[metalwield]

Unfortunately for Steve, even his civilian clothing contains enough metal to identify.

There isn't any warning. No speeches, no chance for Steve to make any more arguments. The metal in both buildings on either side of him starts to groan, girders bending and twisting, and both start to topple.

Erik, of course, is watching from a nearby roof, his expression set and furious as he brings the buildings down.

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He tenses, watching for a breath in awe as the buildings fold toward him. Realization hits and Steve's stomach clenches: Erik is playing a bully's game.

And then he runs. Snatches the shield from its resting place, slides it onto his arm, and dives clear of the shadow of the buildings before rolling back onto his feet and bracing for the shockwave, for whatever detritus - or construction - Erik throws at him next.

He can't reason with the man until he reveals himself, can't hope to talk him down until he's not hurling architecture without a word or even a signal as to his whereabouts. Just block the hammer of metal and glass exploding outward as the former skyscrapers turn into tidal waves of debris. He won't call out. He won't try to get away. Just fight, and wait, and hope there's something he can do to end this before someone else gets hurt.

[metalwield]

And since Erik has absolutely no intention of putting himself on Steve's level, at least not yet, he stays safely where he is and calls to the metal threaded through all of that falling debris. It's more than he's ever tried to move before, and far beyond the limits of his fine control, but in his fury he's perfectly capable of lobbing great chunks of concrete and steel haphazardly like a child throwing blocks. Falling debris converges on Steve, following him when he tries to dodge.

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He takes hits from the first few against the shield, angling it away from himself rather than trying to fight the intertia of hundred and thousand-pound blocks. But this is like fighting toy soldiers, puppets instead of people, and if Erik wants to, Steve realizes, he'll be outflanked in a second.

The problem is finding something to get his back against that can't be turned against him as well.

His breathing is already starting to get labored. This is like the avalanche in the junk yard, but a hundred times worse -it's like everything there suddenly took umbridge at his letting off steam and started attacking at once. No wonder Pietro is afraid of the man. What Erik's capable of is already terrifying.

Steve drops, rolls, fetches up against the sidewalk at the edge of a small park between the buildings and plows into the trees. Still a few streetlamps here, but at least there's some cover - and not nearly as much ready ammunition.

[hawkwards]

Since hearing of the situation from Agent Carter, Clint has slid entirely into professional mode. Back in his SHIELD uniform for the first time since arriving, quiver on his back and bow in his hands, he rushes to the location Stark had found. At Peggy's warning, he had ditched most of the metal in the quiver--sticking to the woods and plastics. Still, that didn't leave him with much, so he'd been decidedly uncautious in bringing a few with sharp metal heads with him.

When he came upon the scene, sticking to the shadows and doing his best not to be seen, he was glad he had, however. He winced at the sight of Rogers being strung up like that, and without thinking through the rest of a plan sent three arrows flying. Two were aimed with expert precision for the captain's restraints, sent with enough power to cut through just about anything. The third was meant for Erik.

[gammapulsed]

Bruce had met up with Agent Barton at the teleporters and was more than glad to avoid any actual conversations about what he was planning to do. It's still a kind of numb panic that this is even a legitimate plan that he was really considering. But the way the ground shakes and the sound of screeching metal echoes in the air...

It's easy to keep up with Barton (all the years of cardio paying off), but it's the sight of the captain strung up like that that sucker punches the wind out of him.

"Oh, no."

He's rooted where he stands as the arrows whistle through the air.

[metalwield]

Ah, the reinforcements. Erik doesn't need to see them to sense their arrival, his mind latching on to the signature of moving metal. He doesn't shift position, having set himself up a considerate distance away from where he'd strung Steve up in the air. It wouldn't do to let him become collateral damage.

Erik ignores the arrows that free his captive and calls up a shield of metal to deflect the third. A lazy gesture to the side stirs the debris, cables rising up from the ground like a forest of snakes.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen," he calls out, tone mild. "I didn't quite catch your names."

[hawkwards]

"Will you shut up?" Clint mutters out of the side of his mouth to Bruce, clearly not needing the commentary. Banner calling attention to himself was also another reminder of the scientist's presence, something that had the potential to be more of a stressor than Magneto himself.

But back to the task at hand. Clint straightens up and eyes Erik carefully, expression stern. "Don't worry about it," he calls back, letting another arrow fly. This one is entirely plastic, rigged to explode on impact.