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The shot to the ribs hurt, that's for sure. The rest was nothing she hadn't dealt with before, but the metal arm would be a problem. The positive of the situation was that it was clear Bucky thought she was just some punk kid throwing a temper tantrum. There may have been a slight taint of the truth in that, but it was also clear he didn't respect her abilities. He looked at her like a kid who had just found her dad's gun and had no idea how to wield it. He had the experience, no doubt. But she was no slack, and she'd prove that.

She let him chase after her a bit. He thought he had the advantage after the shot to the ribs, which is exactly what she wanted. Barnes wanted to end this quickly, and he wanted to knock Steph out. He knew she didn't really want to fight him, and he was right. What she wanted to do was send a message that she wasn't going to be trifled with. He pressed his advantage until she threw a guard up and clumsily went on a counterattack. He thought she had made a critical mistake, and went for the knockout blow with his left arm. 

Carter saw it coming a mile away, and slid out of the way. She spun around, and with all the force she could muster, she slammed the shield they were fighting over hard into the metal joint of the shoulder. The sound of metal screeching against metal filled the alleyway. Steph kicked off the back of Barnes and backflipped away. The arm wasn't taken out of commission, but she hoped it would at least lose some of its striking power.

"I dunno," she shrugged smugly, "seemed pretty quick enough there. Hope I didn't break too much on your Darth Vader wannabe arm."