(Will's POV….….again)

The ground started shaking as Lauren stood there, petrified. Agent Coulson was pointing a gun at her and saying

"Miss Whitehall, we do not want to harm you so please just come with us quietly."

Lauren continued to back away further and two figures emerged from the forest, two figures that Lauren did not see. I think it was Agent May and Agent Hunter, but frankly I didn't care. I growled and swirled the winds, ripping the guns out of their hands.

Their eyes turned to me and I snarled

"Don't touch her. If you want to get to her, you're gonna have to go through me. Or more likely, I'll go through you."

Something – or someone – wacked me upside the head and I lifted myself and Lauren off the ground, out of the kill zone. Releasing the air around me and dropping to the floor – but keeping Lauren levitated – I struck out my leg at Coulson – right where it hurts the most – and elbowed Morse in the face, hearing a satisfying crunch as her nose broke.

Another person came at me and I felt something puncture my calf, however I kept going and head-butted the person and they staggered backwards in shock. By now everyone had rubbed off the shock of seeing me fight them, and I was surrounded.

I jumped as I heard a thud nearby – oops! I guess I forgot about Lauren.

"Will! Couldn't you at least have let me down gently?"

Deflecting a hit from May and responding to many others while trying to think….is not as easy as it seems. I snorted in reply and gave her a question for an answer "Could you not have made the earth softer when you landed? Are you not the one who bends the earth to their very will?"

Hunter broke off from fighting me and instead decided to take on Lauren. The ground started shaking and I screamed out to Lauren

"God, Lauren! This is not the time for an earthquake! If you had been paying attention in your moment of relaxation, you would've noticed, I am still outnumbered!"

"Well, I'm sorry!"

Growling with frustration distracted me from my opponents and Coulson managed to club me upside the head – exactly where May hit – with a tree branch.

"ARGH! I've had ENOUGH!"

The winds swirled with the emotion I felt and I called upon a thunderstorm that was supposed to arrive in a few hours – instead, it arrived now.

Lightning struck the tree next to Morse but she didn't flinch, instead she chose to ignore it and continued to batter me up with punches that felt like they were going to turn into nasty bruises. I ran at an unsuspecting Coulson – only to be pulled back by May. She repeated Morse's trick from earlier and held my arm behind my back.

Steam furled out of my nose, the cold air starting to get to me and I leapt upwards, succeeding in escaping from May – but also succeeding in dislocating my shoulder, and I think I broke my wrist.

I landed in a frog-like position and saw that Lauren was now fighting with both Hunter AND Coulson. Someone kicked my knees from underneath me and I fell down, landing on my bad arm. I saw Morse and punched her with my good hand, which she skilfully dodged.

Now we went onto a full sparring session with her taking the advantage due to the fact that she was sporting two metal-like bars. I copped several repeated blows to the ribs but managed to elbow her excruciatingly hard in the ribs and tried not to grimace when I felt it snap inwards under the pressure.

Morse let out a yell but kept her mind moving and slammed my head into a nearby tree – one hit to my head, too many. I walked backwards upon instinct and watched at something blue pierced my stomach. My vision started tunnelling and I fell to the ground, but hardly felt the impact with the cold earth.

(Lauren's POV, cause, eh, why not?)

My scream came out of my mouth before I had registered the horror in my brain. Will fell to the ground with a dazed look on her face and I was surrounded by four agents. The ground started shaking and I fell to my knees, my arms outstretched. Vaguely, I could hear a voice talking loudly to me

"Miss Whitehall, calm down or we will be forced to sedate you!"

Tear rolled down my cheeks, "WHY?! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO HURT HER?!"

But they didn't listen to me, they just repeated what they had just said. My face grew dark and I launched a flying kick towards my nearest opponent – a woman with an Asian appearance and straight black hair.

She dodged and the man beside her produced a gun and said "Sorry sweetheart" in a British accent before firing. I felt my body getting lighter and fell to the ground, the earth softer than last time I fell.