The chaos that surrounded her was overwhelming. She had no idea that a calm afternoon could turn into chaos in less than three minutes. Doctors, scientists, soldiers, everyone was a mess, and the worst part was that nobody would tell her what was going on.
"Would someone please explain to me what's happening ?" She yelled.
A nicely dressed lady ran passed her screaming completely ignoring her. "Yep, cause that's helpful," She sarcastically said to herself. "Doctor!" She called out as a man passed her. His name escaped her memory, which seemed to be happening a lot lately. "Can you tell me what's going on?" To her relief he stopped.
"The Avengers are here." He said like it explained everything. "Go to the north wing and grab everything you can. I'll meet you in the landing bay in ten minutes," he ordered. As soon as he finished he began to run again.
If there was anything she knew how to do it was follow orders. She turned around and quickly ran down the hall and up the steps that led to the north wing. When she got to the door she reached for the handle expecting it to turn and open for her. Instead she ended up slamming her shoulder onto the door only to bounce off the hard surface and land on the floor.
"That's embarrassing," She mumbled to the empty hallway. She had thought the door to be unlocked, she had thought wrong. She stood up and brushed the dirt off her black pants.
"Okay," She told herself. "You've done this a million times in training," She placed her hand on the door. All her concentration was fixed on the task at hand. Taking a step she went through the door.
Phasing is what they call it, it's when the your particles in your body vibrate so rapidly than you can move through solid objects. It was part of the experimenting that they did on her, though it was painful, it wasn't an option. She was a tool, a weapon, meant for whatever they needed her to be.
The room was round and crammed full of books, papers, and files, all of which were scattered all over the floor. Light streamed through the single window illuminating the small space. She quickly found a backpack in a pile by the door, and started to randomly throw stuff in it.
Random files and papers were mostly what she put in the bag, the books there were to big and heavy to carry comfortably. After the backpack was half full she came across a file that had the name James Barnes. She paused for a moment before putting it the bag. The name sounded oddly familiar, but now was not the time to think about small amount of time she had was up. She had to get to the landing bay. She dashed through the door and down the stairs toward the landing bay.
When she got there the place was in ruins. Smoke was filling the bay and it started to burn her eyes making it harder to see and breathe. Soldiers ran to ships and land vehicles, and alarms screamed, demanding attention. She frantically looked around, but she couldn't see the Doctor.
"Doctor!" She yelled. Oh, why could she not remember his name? She had known him for all of her life. It was irritating to say the least.
An explosion of light hit one of the ships, and a tall man with blonde hair flew in. His red cape fluttered around him. She quickly dove behind a pile of ammunition, which was probably not the best idea she ever had.
"Come on you cowards! Is that the best you can do?" His question rang out. She hated being called a coward, but trying to fight this man was probably a bad idea.
She needed to get to the exit. She counted to ten before bursting out from behind her hiding place. She ran toward him, surprising the god of thunder. She ran right through him and toward the exit, not two seconds later she was hit in the back with what felt like a hammer.
She was thrown across the room only ten feet from her exit point, a nice thick wall. Through the wall was outside the facility. The red caped Avenger started to walk toward her.
"Well that was unexpected," She moaned as she slowly started to crawl to the wall. When she moved pain screamed in her back.
A blinding light hit the ship to her left. That was the only distraction she needed. She jumped up and dove for the wall. Going through a wall is harder than you'd think, it gives you a splitting headache, but that's not what you think about when your running from the most powerful super heroes in the world.
She flew through the wall as if it wasn't there, falling eight feet in the process. "Oh, that hurt." She mumbled into the moss she landed in.
Gun shots were slowly beginning to fade out, signaling the end of the battle. She had to get out of there, fast. She picked herself up and started to head in the direction she thought was north. Ignoring the pain she felt she started to run.
She had ran for about five minutes before she heard the swoosh and thunk of an arrow into the tree in front of her. "Seriously," She complained before sharply turning around.
"You weren't going to leave early were you?" A man in black pants and tank top asked her. He held a loaded bow in his hands and a quiver of arrows was strapped on his back.
"Ya, this party didn't seem to be to my liking. What about you?" She asked. Sarcasm was her way of dealing with fear and basically every other emotion she ever had. It was like a stress reliever for her, and right now her heart was beating like a drum.
"I agree this one was one of the most boring I have ever been to, but I'm beginning to think that will change very quickly," He replied with a smirk on his face. He was tall with brown hair, and was dirty and sweaty. He had a confidence that she wished she had. He took his arrow and put it back in his quiver. "Do you want to stretch or anything before we get started?" He asked.
"Ya know, you could just give me like a three hour head start and then chase after me," She said to him. Procrastination is great, but it didn't work this time.
Before she said anything else he came at her with a flying kick that barely missed her face. She jerked back and did her best to regain her balance. She then countered with a few punches only landing one on his arm after it missed his face. He tried to kick her feet out from under her, but she saw it coming and jumped backward to avoid it. She did a few backhand springs just for the fun of it. The action surprised him, giving her a chance to strike, kicking him square in the chest.
"Where did you learn this stuff?" He breathed. After regaining his footing, he swung his bow and hit her in the chest. She landed on her back. As fast as she could she flipped onto her stomach and stood up.
"That facility you just destroyed, that's got a name?" She asked. More kicks and punches were thrown, but nobody got a solid hit.
"My name's Clint, but most know me as Hawkeye. What about you?" He returned the question.
Before she answered he swung his bow toward her head. She easily ducked the attack and did a high kick toward his head, which he saw coming, and blocked with his bow.
"I don't really have a literal name that people call me by," She admitted. "They usually call me by a number." She side stepped a punch and sent another kick his way. Clint ducked and took a few steps back to look at her.
"I'm not going to call you by a number. What name do you tell your friends?" He asked.
"I don't have friends," She said before swinging her fist, that he easily side stepped.
"Sure you do, everybody does," He tells her. He faked a punch to her head and kicked her in the knee. Pain erupted in her knee. She backed away from him. "Do have a name that isn't a number?" He asked. She paused to think about it. She had gotten a lot of code names through out various missions. She had liked a few of them, but never thought about actually using one of them.
Without thinking about it she stepped forward and swung her fist at him. He grabbed her hand, kneed her in the stomach, and flipped her on her back. He gave her a goofy smile and simply stated,"I win."
She smiled at him. "Congratulations, you just beat a fifteen year old girl. Go ahead, pat yourself on the back, I won't judge," At her remark his smile widened. He reached his hand down.
She looked at it, puzzled. Clint noticed her confused expression and felt the need to explain.
"I'm offering you a hand up. The polite thing to do would be to take it," he teased back. She shook her head.
"Nah, I'm good. I need to get going," she said. "Oh, and you can call me Jade."
She gave him a sincere smile before sinking into the ground. Leaving him standing there with his hand stretched out toward the empty jungle floor.