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Chapter Three

I dashed through the gates, almost crashing into the guards blocking my exit. I turned back and saw the eight bikers. It was Brady and seven other men. Brady's nose was an ugly red from the punch I had delivered. But I did not get out unscathed. My leg still seethed with pain and I was slowly loosing more and more blood.

I rushed down the side of the mountain. There must be some place or some houses above our warehouse because there is traffic at every turn. I weave through the cars and I was beginning to feel as though I might have actually lost them. That was, until I was almost shot in the head.

I quickly ducked and looked back, two of the men were gaining on me at alarming speeds. I pushed the gas as fast as it would go, yet they kept coming. With one hand remaining on the handles, I grabbed me gun out of the holster and turned to the one on the left. I fired off a shot, hitting him in the shoulder. He fell off his bike, and it went to a skidding halt. The man behind him didn't have enough time to swerve out of the way before crashing into the fallen bike, sending him down with his comrade.

I heard shouts from above and looked to see the avengers in their copter. Apparently they followed me once everyone was on board. A stupid decision, but they picture themselves heroes, so not unexpected. They were shouting and pointing ahead of me, I looked and saw a semi heading straight for me, and I had no time to avoid it. I heard a yell from above, they must have realized it too.

Without a second thought, I leaned directly to my right, causing the bike to tip along with me. I went so far down I could almost feel the pavement on my knee. I also knew that it tore a hole in my pants, and I would need some new ones. I glided underneath the semi truck and leaned upright once I exited.

I could have sworn I heard a, "what the hell?!" from above. But had no time to focus on it.

I turned back in time to see the other biker that had been closing in crash in order to avoid the semi, but the others had time to avoid the collision. Four more to go, if I did not include Brady, which I didn't.

As I turned I saw a clearing up ahead, next to the ocean. I knew I could not avoid them forever, so I turned on the exit that headed for the clearing. A gun went off and I felt a sting on my left shoulder, I ducked to avoid another shot and cursed as I looked down. He graved my shoulder. Grabbing my gun for the second time I turned and fired off a few shots. I hit one of them, sending him flailing onto the unforgiving concrete. However, my aim was off due to the new graze on my left shoulder, causing e to miss my next target. That left three.

Brady and the other two raised their weapons and prepared to fire. I took another shot and hit another but I didn't have time to aim for the other guy before an arrow came out of nowhere, sending him to the ground.

I looked up in time to see Clint's thumbs up before refocusing my attention to Brady. He was closing in fast, and I was running out of time. I did the only thing I could think of, I jumped.

I jumped to the side, towards the clearing, and pushed my bike back, straight into Brady. He barley had time to jump before out bikes collided, causing them to explode.

The ringing in my ears was unmistakable. I groaned, rolling over and looking over my various injuries. A few cuts and already forming bruises, along with the graze to the shoulder and the bullet still lodged in my thigh. Yea, not as bad as it could have been.

I heard a groan next to me and looked up to see Brady rising to his feet. I did the same. I heard the helicopter approaching, but I knew it would not make it before the fight broke out. Brady sneered at me, as if reading my thoughts.

"No Ethan, they wont make it before our fight. I'm glad to know your worried though, you have every right to be."

I Huffed out a strangled breath as I tried to take pressure off my leg, the adrenaline was quickly wearing off and the pain setting in. "I am not, nor will I ever, be worried about beating you."

He snarled in anger and launched himself at me. I was glad he took the first shot, as I could now analyze his fighting style.

I expertly dodged each and every one of his attacks, until I was sure of how to beat him. I heard the helicopter touchdown a while ago and could feel the avengers stares as they watched the raging fight.

Finally, he made his fatal mistake. With his sloppy punch towards my face, I was able to grab onto his arm and flip him much like I did before. I pinned him down with my knee to his chest, I was about to deliver the final blow to end this fight when he spoke.

"You may have beaten me, but you have crossed The Ghost he will find you, and he will kill you. And I will enjoy every minute of it, Ethan Hunt." He spat out my name like venom, "And once your dead, we will find them, the rest of your team. We will show them your dead body before we slit their throats, don't you forget it Hunt."

I glared down at him, causing him to flinch. "You want to kill me? Get in line. But you do not, I repeat, do not, threaten my team. I could kill you right now." I paused, "But I made a promise to someone that I would never kill unless necessary. And you, Brady, are not worth my time."

He looked ready to fire off another threat, so I placed a well delivered punch right into his already broken nose, putting an end to that.

I turned, and saw the looks of awe on the avengers faces. Even the famous assassins seemed taken aback.

"Dude," said Stark in awe, "you should be dead like, ten times over right now."

I looked at him and seriously said, "I should be dead way more times than that."

I began to walk towards the nearest overturned bike when Mr. America spoke up, "um, sir?"

I looked at him with my eyebrow raised. "You should probably come back to SHIELD with us..."

"Yes," piped in the doctor, "you seem to be in need of medical attention."

"I'm fine," I huffed out. Ignoring my limp due to the pain of the bullet wound.

"And I am almost positive Fury would like to question you," said Natasha.

"I want you to teach me how to ride a motorcycle like you!" Shouted the archer, Clint.

Everyone looked at him stupidly, and he blushed. I grunted as I pushed over the bike, pushing it over and preparing to mount it before a hand stopped mt. I turned to see Tony stark with an eyebrow raised in question.

"Where are you going?" He asked

I shook my head and shrugged him off, "I'm leaving, enjoy the hero life. See you later, or never." I pushed myself onto the bike before being stopped yet again by a hand on my shoulder, luckily my right one.

"Friend Stark and the others are correct dear stranger. We must bring you back to our flying ship to help repair you wounds. The man wearing the eye-patch will ore than likely take kindly to you. You have rescued his favorite assassin, after all." Boomed Thor. He was actually quite loud, though he did not seem to notice.

I shook my head again, "Like I said before, I'm fine. Leave me be, I have business to take care of."

"You mean the mysterious price on your head for all villains to see?" asked Natasha.

"Or the death threat that man just gave since you crossed a crime lord?" Spoke Steve.

"Oh, what about the fact that you director, or secretary, sent you to your death just to get rid of you?" Added Clint.

"Probably to cover up something else he did, " thought Tony.

"Ok, so I have problems, everyone does. Please, accept that I just saved your lives and leave me to myself." I looked cautiously at them. They seemed to be considering my answer.

That is, until the good doctor spoke up," I saw you get shot, you need medical attention. If you will not come willingly, I will make Thor carry you."

"Yea, ok. Have a nice life doctor, I can take care of myself." I began to crank the bike when I heard the doctor sigh and he motioned to Thor.

Next thing I knew, someone grabbed my around the waist and threw me over their shoulder. I shouted in protest, struggling to get free, any other time I would have been capable of escape. But after my injuries and loss of blood, I was pushing my limits. However, I never stopped my struggles, and I almost got loose but Thor only tightened his hold.

"You are quite strong my friend, a great warrior. If given the chance, I would love to engage in battle with you." He said with a chuckle as he had to grip even tighter.

The avengers appeared shocked, apparently Thor does not give out comments like that to just anyone. If I wasn't so angry I might have given a chuckle myself at their expressions. But all I did was huff in annoyance as I was carried to the helicopter, tied to my seat, and risen up into the air. Flying towards the avengers "Flying Ship"