A/N: Hey guys! This is my first story, hope you enjoy. Constructive criticism, if you have any. Thanks! Read on, my lovelies.
"Duck and cover!" Captain Steve Rogers bellowed. "The thing's gonna blow!"
I scrambled behind an overturned car, cutting my upper arm on a piece of sharp metal in the process. I hissed but curled into a ball, feeling the explosion rock the car. Staying that way for a few seconds more, I try to regain my breath.
My focus turned to my arm, now producing a steady trail of blood. Immediately and subconsciously, I began analyzing my recovery time. Exactly seven minutes, forty-seven seconds and counting. It was often a curse, but now I knew that it was a gift. It shouldn't be hard for my skin to regenerate soon.
Steve popped up from behind the car. "Nevelyn! Are you OK?" he asked worriedly. I nodded in reply and stood up.
"Where are the others?" I asked, brushing some hair out of my eyes. Ew. Stupid blonde hair.
"Thor's on the top of that building, blasting the aerial pursuers, Stark's flying around, killing where he finds them. Agent Barton and Romanoff are taking out the foot soldiers on the south side of the street."
I strained my eyes in that direction and saw small explosions, probably Clint's arrows. "And Bruce?"
"Smashing," Steve replied simply.
"Then let's get going, Captain Rogers. I feel useless just sitting here," I said harshly. He knew I wasn't mad at him, I get this way often after the reaction.
I picked up my two pistols, stuffed one in it's holster, and kept the other in my right hand. Before I could even react, I felt Steve grab me and pull me down, behind his shield. Just in the nick of time, too. Bullets pelted the shield, unrelenting and deadly.
"Thanks!," I said loudly, talking over the gun fire.
"No biggy," he yelled back. "Go get 'em."
I hastily put my gun in it's holster and brought my hands up, forcing energy into them. I felt my force fields build in my palm. As soon as they were big enough, I stood up. None of the bullets touched me, bouncing off my force fields a million a minute. I closed my eyes and pushed the force fields toward the offenders, instantly killing all of them. Only to be replaced by five times that amount. I sighed, annoyed.
Steve stood up and slung his shield at two, knocking them out or killing them, I wasn't sure. I conjured up force fields, one after another, blasting them when and where I could. My partner went into hand to hand combat, but there were just too many. Then that terrible thought occurred...
We're losing.
I started becoming frantic, shooting my forces faster but recklessly. And that was when the bullet hit.
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