The fact her fists actually created dents in the walls made Rumlow uneasy, though the fact she was trapped in here meant that if she wanted to fight, he'll give her a good one. It's not like this is going to turn out like that time when he "trapped" Rogers in an elevator. Humph. That was a disaster. HYDRA trapping Captain America in an elevator? More like HYDRA being trapped in an elevator with Captain America.
Swinging his baton, he was fairly amazed at how Trudy's was able to grab it and wrench it out of his hand, making a point of breaking the bludgeon in two with her bare hands. His other baton got him as far as the last, with the weapon being turned into a bent piece of metal. Deciding to try something new, the HYDRA agent backed up a bit, looking for an opening. His opponent looked back, he could see it in his eyes.
If he didn't kill her, she would tear him apart like a guard-dog on an intruder. And if he wanted to kill her, he needed to do it fast. The steel door was strong, but he could already hear the sounds of the Winter Soldier tearing it apart with his cybernetic arm. If he could somehow...
His train of thought was broken was the uppercut sent him skidding a good few feet. It was a good thing he hand managed to knock her knife away, or he wouldn't have doubted Trudy slicing his head off with a knife that was only about five inches in length. Getting up slowly, his opponent approached him casually.
"You must be enjoying this." He replied as he broke his feigned weakness and punched her straight in the face, the force of the blow knocking on off her feet and onto the ground. He intended to bring his foot down upon her neck, but she caught him way before he even came close, forcing off.
"I am going to kill you. I am going to beat you to death." Trudy breathed as she rushed Rumlow. The sounds of bones and muscle hitting upon each other echoed throughout as Crossbones thanked the lord that this thing called Kevlar was invented, and he had made sure to clothe himself in it. If that hadn't been the case, he probably would have broken both his wrists by now. His kick sent her wobbling backwards as he took the opportunity to strike at her shoulders, forcing her down upon her knees. He could have ended it there and then, but the sound metal being pried open caused him to turn around quickly to see if the WInter Soldier had already made his way through. It was this second that Trudy regained her stance, hitting him in the gut. His body crumpled to the ground, and he felt himself being lifted by the neck. The pressure beginning to build upon his neck. He lashed out at her, again and again, but Trudy's grip did not as much as falter.
To his surprise, she let go and her fist came right into his face, his teeth went flying straight out of his mouth as he looked upwards to Trudy, who evidently meant the part about beating him to death. Knowing she wouldn't fall for a fake opening a second time, he gave her everything he got, surprised at how well the young woman was able to react to all his strikes as she blocked them all with relative ease. His only opening was when Trudy decided to retaliate, which was hardly an opening if you could even call it that but it was enough to stun the witch temporarily, which gave Rumlow the time he needed to kick her straight into the wall. Grinning to himself, he preformed his beat down, his smile widened as he heard the sound of a rib cracking along with another, and another.
His smile faded, the moment the hand shot up and grabbed his arm. The young woman, bloodied and battered glared at him, her eyes. Her eyes. They were the thing of nightmares. That was the only detail he could ever recall as she twisted his arm in a fashion that caused him to find himself face on the ground. The sound of the snapping echoed throughout the entire submarine. Before he could as much as cry out in pain, Trudy had flipped over. Just with one blow, she shattered the tactical vest he'd been wearing, and probably every rib in his body. The crack of the ribs would mix within the sound of a metal gate being pried open, creating a symphony of wreckage as Bucky made his way in, watching without a comment as Trudy stood over Rumlow who was broken and beaten.
"Come on kid... finish me..." Crossbones' marred form rasped out. To be frank, in his current state, dying was a far better option than perhaps being made a cripple for the rest of his life.
"I got better things to do." Trudy replied as she wiped blood from her face before limping away, relieving Rumlow of his firearm.
"Bitch... I knew she didn't have it in her." Crossbones wheezed silently to the Winter Soldier who stood above him. "Come on now... James Barnes... we all know why you're here."
He remained silent, staring at his former ally with cold eyes.
"Baron Von Strucker... he took you. He turned you into this thing you are now. He stole from you everything. Your life, yourself, and everything you stood for. He took away the meaning... the meaning of your life. And you're here to repay him for that aren't you? You're here so you can have your revenge." The broken man coughed, a true miracle he wasn't dead yet.
"I am here. Here for to thank Strucker for taking everything." The Winter Soldier replied coldly as he reached out a knife, and swung it dangerously close to Rumlow's face. "But you? A quick death is too good for you. Your dying. I can't savor every last bit of pain you will endure you damn traitor but I guess I'll know you were suffering. You want to help these Krauts? Go burn in hell with them."
"Ha... Strucker created a monster. And he still has his..." Crossbones coughed. "What about that girl huh? What about that other girl? They're "krauts" too. You going to kill them when this is all over? That Chris girl we've been using? Draining her blood? She's German too. You going to kill her as well?"
He didn't reply. Only walked away, leaving Rumlow to his fate. No matter how much the man taunted, wheezed and senselessly screamed after he was out of earshot, Bucky did not turn around. Not once. No. It was all behind him now. He turned the corner, expecting to find Trudy.
He was surprised at how quick someone with a broken rib can actually move.
"That was amazing!" Erica smiled as the pair ran up the stairs, totally oblivious to the scope of the situation. "You got both of them!"
"Shut up and move faster! If Skull get's away... I don't want to see what he's planned!" Cap commented as he held his shield in one arm, and his gun in the other. "We kill him, and this is all over!"
"Right behind you." Erica nodded as she ran with her bigger friend. "Umm... we have company."
"I know that. We're going to go right through them." Steve said as he braced himself from behind the shield. The dozens of men were all lined up with vaporizer rifles and machine guns. "Stay behind me."
"No need. One step ahead!" Erica smiled as she opened her mouth. "STURM!"
The whirlwind which swept the halls sent men and weapons flying like leaves on the autumn gale clearing the path for the two of them.
"Looks like we're good! Wait... are we back to the hangar?"
"I don't remember... what... the..."
In the center of the hangar, the massive trap door opened revealing an aircraft of immense size that glowed black and red. The moment Erica clasped eyes on it, she went white as a sheet.
"No... way..."
And right in front of them, was the Red Skull, making his way up inside his flying fortress with a grin.
"No... just..."
"We got to catch it!" Steve shouted as he jumped down, running after the massive aircraft which was already on it's way out, he looked over to see the many quinjets that were just ripe for the taking.
"You grab one of those planes!" Erica shouted as she ran to the room where they had left the boxes.
"What are you doing?!"
"Going to grab my strikers! We're going to need those!"