Yo. 1,160 words ya'll (still not including the A/N), that's good. I'm trying to make sure my chapters are at least over 1,000 words from now on, so that's fun. Anyways, enjoy. Imma say plz review right now because the end of this chapter is intense and I don't wanna ruin that.
Jackie laughed as she looked at the text her friend had just sent her. They were still in touch, her friend just not knowing that she was an agent and had powers. Her cover was that she had to move because of her mother's death and was in Florida now. Yeah, Florida. She smirked as her phone dinged, getting a text from the over-protective mother, Clint. Asking, once again, if she was there yet. And she answered, once again, "No mom, I'm not there yet". She still had her old phone, even though Fury had offered her a new one, she said she wanted to keep the old one. It had about 160 songs on it, and a shit-ton of photos and memories. Jackie giggled as Clint replied with, "What about now?" Just as she was about to respond with "No, mom. Don't you have a life?", her earpiece went off.
"We're here," it was Coulson, who was up in the pilot's area. As Jackie was on the other side of the plane, it was easier than yelling. She replied to Clint with "Yup, happy?" She turned off her phone and set it down on the seat next to her. Sitting up, she walked over to the pilot's seat, where Coulson was talking to -you guessed it- the pilot. All the other agents wandered around, grabbing any equipment they thought they may need. Everyone started crowding by the door, probably excited to get out of the quinjet they had been stuck on for the past nine hours. Coulson stopped talking to the pilot and turned to Jackie.
"I'm staying in here, I'll be monitoring everything. Try to focus and find a heartbeat," he said to her. She nodded, walking over to the other agents. She picked up the coat she had brought and put it on over her suit, which was much like Natasha's, except the arms were cut off and it was pitch black. On her belt, she had a symbol like Natasha, except her's was a pair of white angel wings outlined in green, for obvious reasons. She always wore black combat boots and carried an emergency gun in case of, well, an emergency. She watched as the main door started opening, stepping out with the (two) other agents. They got in the car they had brought along (the quinjet could lift much heavier, plus it couldn't really land in an area with many people) and started driving. Jackie sat in the back, dreamily playing with her magic. She decided to test her heartbeat sensing ability, focusing on one of the agents in front of her. She inhaled, watching them and seriously staring holes into the back of their head. Suddenly, she heard something. It sounded like a drumbeat. Boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom. It was a heartbeat. She smiled, having more faith in her abilities now. The heartbeat quickened a little as the car came to a stop. She realized that they were there and got out of the car. She watched as someone in a large, furry coat came over holding a red light, probably so they wouldn't get run over or something. The person started talking to the agents, not knowing Jackie was there. They set off, Jackie following behind, wondering when she would be noticed. Her earpiece came on.
"Is it working correctly?" Coulson's voice rang inside her head, making her laugh. If he couldn't be there for the discovering of Captain America's body, then at least he could live vicariously through Jackie's experience. She clicked on the microphone button.
"Yup," she replied, getting the attention of the stranger who had been talking to the two other agents.
"Who are you?" a masculine voice asked, the person (probably a man) turning to Jackie.
"Agent Lee," she replied, using her monotone voice, "I'm helping out."
"No offense, but you kinda sound eleven," the guy said, making Jackie laugh.
"Never underestimate children, and I'm twelve," she responded normally. The guy looked a bit shocked, but simply shook his head and continued talking to the other agents. The plane came into view, and Jackie was amazed. She didn't even pay attention to what the men were saying, only hearing something about a hell crane (what in the world is a hell crane?). She gaped at the massive object just sitting in the ice. It was big. Like huge. She saw the wing that had been in the photo, and behind it was what looked like a runway of some sort. She followed the men as they walked towards a machine, both agents looking pretty shocked as well. The man who had brought them there turned on the machine, which was actually a laser, and started working on getting through the ice and into the plain, probably hoping that it wasn't filled with water and/or ice. She watched as the circle the laser had been making in the ice fell through, leaving an open space for them to get through. She peered into it, guessing the drop was about twenty-five feet down. Jackie didn't even wait for the other two agents, who were grabbing ropes. Her wings materialized and she dropped down the hole, stopping herself from splatting a few feet off the ground. She landed and her wings dematerialized. The two other agents came down next, lowering themselves with ropes. They landed and pulled out flashlights, starting to walk around. Jackie pressed the button on her earpiece again.
"I'm in," she said, smirking when she heard a small sound (that was definitely not a squeak) from the other line.
"Then try to find a heartbeat," she heard Coulson say from his end. She closed her eyes and focused. Nothing. She walked around a little, looking at the icy walls, still trying to concentrate. Nothing. She walked around for a few more minutes, still hearing nothing. She was starting to get frustrated when she reached the pilot's chair. Underneath it was a layer of ice, maybe three feet thick, spreading all across the room. She looked at it, watching it closely. Her ears started to ring. A small painful feeling was filling her eardrums. Like the pain you feel when someone screams in your ear. She felt that, but without the screaming. She looked at the ice, as if expecting it to move. She caught a glint of red, a small shine underneath the white top layer of ice. She reached out, very slowly to touch the ice, to wipe it away so she could see what was under it. But the second her fingers touched the ice, she felt a bang inside her head. Like a mini explosion in her brain, causing her to go deaf to all outside noises. She could only hear one, faint, small, quiet, yet almost screaming for help noise.
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Boom-boom, boom-boom, boom-boom.
Heartbeat.