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"Isabella" Natasha breathed. For a moment, the two sisters just stared at each other. Each wanting the other to make the first move. Isabella hadn't seen her sister for 3 years, and it either longer since they had seen each other when they weren't being controlled, so neither knew what to say to each other. Clint stood awkwardly in the middle, the blood from his wound was slowing down which was good, but it still needed medical attention and it still hurt a lot, so he made up his mind for the two sisters
"Can you say hi when we reach the helicarrier please?" he said a little sarcastically, "It's not coming any closer to us!" This seemed to jolt Natasha into reality. She turned back around in her seat and allowed the helicopter to move, rather than just hovering above the ground like it had done before. Isabella had never been in a helicopter before, and so the views outside should have fascinated her completely but truth be told, all she could think about at the moment was her sister.
Her sister had left the red room department two years before herself – Isabella didn't know how; it was a huge surprise when the bloke in charge said she had left. Ever since then, she had dreamed about what she would say to her, not quite believing that the day would ever come. An ominous silence filled the helicopter like the silence when you are underwater. Perhaps fate was against them when they climbed on here, for it seemed as though the silence was building up for something else to happen.
Before long, another noise filled the air around them. It got louder and louder as though something else was coming closer.
"Incoming," Natasha called from upfront, "two enemy planes probably from the Secret Russian Power. ETA 1 minute" Isabella heart beat began to grow as she realised what was going on – they were after them. She took in a deep breath, trying to sort herself out.
"I'm never going to fly again… If I can help it," she thought to herself. Meanwhile, Natasha had turned up the acceleration so that the helicopter was travelling faster whilst Clint was opening the doors to the outside air, and loading his bow with arrows. Isabella stared at him for a moment as if to ask how arrows would fight against an enemy plane. Then she realised that this was Clint she was talking about. There was a gun on the floor so she picked that up and joined Clint at the entrance.
"You ready?" Natasha asked from the front seat
"As ready as I'll ever be" Clint replied before starting to fire. Isabella tried to aim for fuel tanks or anything electrical she could see on the plane, but it was difficult, especially as she didn't want to kill the people on board. It seemed that every shot she made had missed. Clint however, didn't fare much better – his arrows just bounced of half the time. To conclude, it was almost impossible to take them down, not to mention the jerking of the helicopter Natasha was having to do in order to miss any of the enemy plane's bullets. Soon the air was a jumble of arrows and bullets, neither weapon hitting their mark.
Then, Clint struck gold. His arrow finally managed to stick into the helicopter. Isabella saw a fleeting glimpse of a smile stretch across his face, before he clicked a button and the enemy plane burst into flames. Ablaze, they watched it spiral to the ground and into the depths below.
"One down, one to go" Isabella muttered to herself. With one plane down, it should have been a lot easier to get to the other plane – after all there was only bullets from one area to miss. Despite this, it only felt tougher. Suddenly, another bullet came and ripped through the metal causing destruction, however this time, it was the wrong plane.
"We've been hit," Natasha called frantically from the front seat. There was a moment of chaos as they fell suddenly. Every member of the plane was holding their breath, hoping for some miracle. Natasha couldn't help but feel dismayed for she too had wanted her sister back ever since she had left that place, and when she finally met her again, they were plunging to their deaths. It was typical really, as though a cruel joke had been played on them. Clint felt guilty, an emotion he strived not to feel for it gets you nowhere in this business. In contrast however, Isabella felt lucky. All those days she had spent doing the SRP'S service where she could have died, but she would die here, defying them. She did not fall doing their service and for that she was grateful – she ended doing the right thing
It has been told before that when you are about to die, you remember all the things you have done in the past. However, plunging to the death on a plane didn't cause Isabella to recall her memories. In fact, after a while the plane seemed to level out and slow down. Perhaps it was their imagination that this was the case, but either way Isabella was confused. Natasha simply looked at a monitor which was still working. A small grin began to work up her face as she said much happier that before
"We're saved – Its Iron Man" Isabella didn't have the faintest idea who Iron man was, but Clint did. He began to smile gratefully as well. The dead plane levelled out completely and was flown without Natasha once touching the controls. They were back travelling to their destination.