Chapter Six. Short Chapter, I apologize. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy. And I still don't own the Avengers ): Just my OCs.
Claire moved silently along the wall, clutching her knives tightly. She had a bad feeling about this, but no one listened to her. They simply waved it off
as pre-mission nerves. Surely they realized this was in no way her first mission, right? She needed to focus. This was a life or death situation. Why
couldn't she get her head in the game? "Concentrez moineau! Concentrer!" She whispered to herself, keeping her eyes sharp. "You alright, moineau?"
"Oui..uhm...Yes. I'm fine." She sighed into the earpiece before looking around. "Clear here, Cap." "Here too." Claire was suddenly uneasy. "Guys, I'm
being watched. I...ep!" she jumped and rolled as someone lunged at her. She stood to find a gun trained on her. "Moineau. Welcome home." The world
went black for Claire. On the other side, Tony was beginning to have a mental breakdown...more so. "We lost contact with Claire." "What! Cap, we
have to go find her!" "I agree with Tony. It was stupid to send her in alone." "Clint, Tony, We can't just storm in there. Claire may be a lost cause. She
may be dead." "She's not dead! Damn it! If she is..." Tony sighed, shaking his head. "She was nervous. She knew something wasn't right. We should've
listened to her." Clint crossed his arms. "Damn right you should've. I have no weapons, it's dark, and I hurt. Get me out of here?" "Claire! You're alive!
What happened." "They hit me, dragged me somewhere, took my weapons, and who knows what else." "We're coming for you. Hang on, shorty." All
that returned was static. "They must be controlling her communications." "So what're we waiting for. Let's rock." Tony smiled and took off. Claire's eyes
roamed over the room. It was small, dimly lit, and somewhat damp. She didn't like it. She pulled herself up and walked to the bars. "Hey, nouveau mec.
Any chance you'll let me out?" She hung her arms out the door. "Not until I'm given the orders, Moineau. You know the drill." "Yeah well, I'm not huge
on the old order. I demand to see Obsidian." "Master Obsidian is a bit...tied up with your 'friends' and can't deal with your petty problems." "Right. Can
you come over here?" "What do you..." He was cut off as she threw the door open, hitting him and knocking him out cold. "Sorry, nouveau mec. I do
hate waiting." She took his gun and found her knives. "Lovely. Now. Let's go find Obsidian, shall we...I'm talking to myself." She sighed, heading up the
steps. After what felt like an hour, she slowed down, pulling herself onto a suspended walkway. "Now I remember why I hated this building. Not
enough unlit areas." She watched cautiously as a group of thugs crossed the floor below her. Probably the newbies. A sound behind her caught her
attention and she turned to a gun. "Now, Moineau. Breaking out again? You know better. Haven't I taught you anything?" Claire smirked. "Obsidian."
She looked down again before pulling herself onto the railing and jumping to the floor below.
Translations~
Concentrez moineau! Concentrer- Focus Sparrow! Focus!
Moineau- Sparrow (in case you forgot)
Nouveau mec- new guy
So, I hope you enjoyed. I hope this chapter was wasy to follow. I had to rewrite it a few times, because I got lost a few times...xD Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Chapter 7 is in the works! Adieu!