I dart up immediately; expecting something to attack, but all I hear is Steve say,

"Put on the suit."

"Yup," responds Tony, both of the scrambling up and running toward me.

"You should come to," I hear Steve say on the way by, grabbing my arm and dragging me along with them. I shake my arm loose and follow close behind them, running through broken glass, metal shrapnel, and small fires everywhere.

"I'll meet you guys at Engine 3," says Tony while dodging a metal beam in his way. Steve and I continue running, I follow close behind him because I have no idea where I'm going and he clears people out of the way better than me. He stops abruptly and I almost crash into him, which probably would have sent us both over the edge, which wouldn't be a huge problem, but still. I'm not sure about the design of the carrier, but I'm pretty sure there isn't supposed to be a giant hole here. I crouch for a moment and prepare to jump but Steve grabs my arm, his large hand wrapping all the way around my arm, and yells,

"What are you doing?!" I yank my arm out of his grip and snap,

"Relax, Spangles: I can fly." I launch myself off the edge and hover there, waiting for Stark. He shows up a second later, wearing his bright, flashy red and gold suit of armor, obviously, and I move aside and let him do his thing.

"Let's see what we got," he says mostly to himself, "I need to get the super conducting cooling system before I can access the rotors and work on dislodging the debris." He shoves a piece of exposed metal back in place and turns to Steve.

"I need you to get to that engine control panel and tell me which relays are in overload position," he commands. He then flies slowly into a small compartment, which I'm guessing will lead to the rotors, and I follow him. I have a faint idea of what he's trying to do, but I can't be sure: I don't know anything about the carrier. I watch him work, engineering not exactly being my forte and, when he's done, he tells me to come with him and I follow.

We get to where the rotor blades are and even I know there shouldn't be these big metal chunks everywhere. I fly over to a rather large one, being about three times the size of myself, and start wriggling it out. I give one final tug and it falls through the remaining blades and plummets to the ground.

"Hey, could you come help me with this?" I hear Tony's voice call, slightly computerized by his suit. I see him working his laser on the largest chunk of debris and I know what he's doing. I fly upward and, once I'm satisfied with the height I'm at, start downward in a steep dive, flipping at the last second so my boots make contact with the metal. It gives an awful screech and it too falls to the ground.

"Alright, that should be good. Cap, see that red lever? When I tell you to, pull it," says Stark, positioning himself on a rotor blade. I fly over to the blade opposite to him, but there is a small platform under one of the blades, so I start there.

"Start pushing," cues Stark and I put all my strength into pushing the blade. It starts moving quite easily, but getting it to go faster was a bit of a struggle, and I eventually have to start flying. After a few minutes, Tony and I get the blade moving fast enough to where the ship starts to level out.

I feel my hands to start to leave the blade I'm pushing and I can't keep up with it, so I aim myself down and make it through the other blades without a hitch, but Tony is still pushing.

"Hey, Stark now might be a good time to stop," I yell, hoping he'll hear me.

"You don't say?!" comes the frantic, sarcastic reply. Not a few seconds later, he comes grinding out of the blades and I see sparks fly from where the blades crush his suit.

"I'm ok!" comes his dazed voice. He flies around like he's drunk and I start giggling and comment,

"Smooth."

"I'm going to go see what was holding Spangles up: Romanoff went after Barton, I suggest you go and help her," he says, while projecting a map of the Helicarrier. I'm not too fond of him telling me what to do, but I am new around here, and I don't want to seem like a jackass.

"They should be somewhere around here," he points, tracing a path that leads to something labeled 'The Cage'.

"Let me guess, it's where they're keeping Loki?" I say, hoping we won't have to deal with him, too.

"Right, good luck," he says, flying awkwardly back to where we left Steve. I fly along the side of the carrier until I find a window close to where I need to be. I fly at it feet first, the glass easily giving way. I catch my balance and begin running as fast and as quietly as I can towards the Cage, hoping to catch the two along the way. I stop suddenly as I hear single person's footsteps, but they're heavy and uneven, as if carrying a weight. It's very dark, but I can still see fine, and I see a guy in a sleeveless leather shirt, pants, and combat boots: he's also carrying a black recurve bow and, slung over his shoulder, was a woman with flaming red hair.

Natasha, I think as I silently leap from where I am and slide under the metal railing. I catch up to him quietly and am about to attack when I hear him chuckle and comment,

"You're stealthy, I'll give you that, but can you fight as well as you sneak?" He lets Natasha slide to the ground but keeps his bow in hand, notching an arrow from the quiver slung across his back.

"I'm not scared of you," I say in a hard, steady voice, because I wasn't. He looks at me critically and laughs,

"Where does SHIELD find these people? You're smaller than Tasha, smoking hot, and look as if you won't tip the scale at 100 pounds soaking wet." This is true: I don't have any visible muscle, but I have lean, corded muscle underneath my fair skin. I laugh hollowly, letting him know this has no effect on me, and reply harshly,

"I weigh 114, thanks for asking, and you'd be surprised where they find us." He moves under the light and I see he has honey blond hair, bright, unnatural-looking electric blue eyes, the color of the Tesseract, and huge arms that contrast with the rest of his body, which looks fit, but not as big as his arms.

Without any warning, he has his bowstring tightened and the arrow is flying at me. I sidestep as soon as I hear the string twang, the arrow flying past my face.

"Quick reflexes, too," he observes, realizing that shooting at me is fruitless and takes an offensive stance. He lunges at me, tackling me against the metal railing, his arm crushing my windpipe. If I could, I would gasp, but I kick at his knee instead. This causes his arm to go slack and I slip out from under him. He swings his bow at me and take a step back, feeling the air whiz across my face and I make a lunge for his bow. My hand closes around it and he tries to yank it back, but my grip is firm.

We wrestle with it for a moment and I give a good tug, bringing him closer. I pivot on my heel, turning by back to him, and kick at his stomach. I hear the air leave his lungs and he lets the bow drop. I toss it off to the side and dodge a punch from him. I aim my fist at his jaw, but he catches my elbow and twists it off to the side. I grunt and kick at his ribs, my leg just missing. I catch my balance as his other fist comes toward my face. I parry his fist, this time choosing to kick the back of his knee. His leg caves and I rip my arm out of his grip and, seeing the opportunity, slam his head into the metal railing, knocking him unconscious. He slumps to the ground and I roll my shoulder, it being a bit sore from his twisting.

I walk over to Natasha and start shaking her shoulder. Her eyelids flutter open and widen, not from fear, but from surprise, probably from seeing me instead of Barton standing over her.

"Clint?" she inquires.

"Under control," I point to his unconscious body slumped on the ground.

"You did that?" she asks, a bit disbelievingly.

"Well, it wasn't the invisible ass-kick fairy," I reply sarcastically, offering my hand down to her to help her up.

"I underestimated you," she perceives as I pull her to her feet, "You don't look like much." I try not to be offended as I walk over to Clint.

"Yeah, I get that a lot," I mutter, "He's a good fighter though."

"Yeah, he caught me off guard: I expected him to be a bit slower, a bit out of it, since he was under Loki's mind control. I underestimated him as well," she criticizes herself as we both drag Clint off the ground. We each sling one of his arms over our shoulder and start walking him probably to where there's a place to set him down.

"So what's your story?" she asks suddenly.

"Wha…What do you mean?" I say, caught a bit off guard. I start claming up, like I always do when the topic of my past comes up.

"Well, how'd you catch SHIELD's eye, where did you get your training, why'd you decide join?" she asks, a bit too casually.

"You ask a lot of questions for someone I just met," I observe, glaring over at her.

"I prefer to know who I'm working with," she returns my stare.

"Well, I'm here now, why does it matter where I came from?" I bite back, walking a bit faster so she almost has to jog to keep up.