[ When his hand closes around her throat, she remembers Bucky. This time, he's not going to realize they're on the same side and stop. But Brock Rumlow is also no Winter Soldier. Skye doesn't bother trying to pry his fingers off. Instead, she takes advantage of the distance to drop her arms, throwing one elbow back into his solar plexus, on the side he didn't have a free hand at. Again. And again. ]
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