Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn... and damn, that one was close!
Buck keeps rolling, eventually getting to his feet, only to end up diving as one of the blasts leaves a back scorch mark along one shoulder. His limited armor doesn't begin to compete with something that rivals Stark-tech. Worse, he knows that, in order to carry out the plan, he needs to do something stupider - close to melee again.
Grabbing a trash can lid from the edge of the alleyway, he uses the shield-training he has done to fling it at her head. It won't hurt, but he's trusting if she's going on sensors, she'll shoot it down.
Then he dives and rolls, trying to come under her guard and get close enough for a diving shoulder tackle - which he doesn't expect to do much, but at least it gets him where he needs to be.
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