This chapter gave me a bit of trouble, but I hope you like it! Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Avengers, Marvel does. I only own my oc Emma.

Emma ran through the halls, blood dripping down her leg from where she'd been shot. She'd lost sight of Steve and Tony in the fight, and now she was running blind. She hid behind a random crate, taking her mask off to bind around her wound and stop the bleeding.

"Can anyone hear me?" she said into her earpiece, but all she got was static. Somehow all connections got cut off. Emma groaned, leaning back against the crate to catch her breath. She heard footsteps approaching; her hand fumbled for the gun that she had lain on the ground beside her. Her leg continued it's dull throb, it hurt too much to stand. She tried to peek behind the crate but couldn't see who it was. Emma waited for the footsteps to get closer before she swiveled around to point the gun at her target.

"Wait! Wait! It's me!"

"Steve?" Emma lowered the gun down as Steve crouched down in front of her.

"You've been shot, and you don't look too good either." Emma tried to sit up straighter as Steve fussed over her.

"Help me up." Steve hauled Emma up from under the armpits, still holding her to make sure that she didn't collapse.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." The bleeding had stopped for now, but her leg still continued to throb incessantly. She got out of Steve's grip, but he still continued to hover over her. "You know where Tony is?"

"No. Communications got shut down somehow. All I'm getting is static," Steve said.

"So am I."

"Stop right there!" The two of them stiffened, shooting a look at each other. "Turn around, and put your hands up in the air."

Emma softly translated what was said to Steve, and they did as they were told, slowly turning around with their hands up. The person ordering them was a woman of Arabic descent. She was only a bit taller than Emma, and was pointing a gun at them. "Put your weapons down."

"Do you speak English?" Emma asked in Arabic. The woman narrowed her eyes. "My friend here doesn't understand."

"Yes," The woman answered. "Now put your weapons down!"

"Alright, take it easy ma'am," Steve said, slowly putting his shield down on the ground. Emma did the same with her guns, slinging the one she had acquired off of her back and onto the ground.

Go back five hours earlier and Emma is back at the conference table in SHIELD.

"Agent Romanov here got the Black Devil base location out of Abrahamsson," Fury explained. "Right before he set himself on fire."

Emma shifted in her seat uncomfortably, the information shouldn't have bothered her. But it did. Maybe it was because she and Adir had shared a similar story.

"The base is located at an abandoned pharmaceutical company about 50 miles from here. They have been trying to create an improved version of the failed serum that gave Friedman and Abrahamsson their powers." Fury sighed, leaning over the conference table. "They want to inject it into their own men. The BD are becoming more than an underground gang."

"They're trying to take over the world?" Clint asked.

"Like Pinky and the Brain," Tony said, propping his feet up on the desk.

"Shut it, Stark. And put your damn feet down," Fury snapped at him. Tony still had his feet up. "Basically, yes. You're all leaving in half an hour. Suit up."

Emma changed into a new leather catsuit, considering that the last one she wore had a bullet hole through it. Twenty minutes, she had time to grab a quick coffee to calm her nerves. But Tony stopped her outside of the women's locker room.

"How long have you been standing out here?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Long enough." Tony grinned. He was wearing his Iron Man suit already, but he held his headpiece in his hands. Emma cocked her head to the side, raising a brow.

"I'm going to go grab a coffee, so-" She walked around him.

"Sarge, wait." Emma spun around, a piece of fabric was put into her hand.

"What's this?" she asked.

"A mask. Thought it might come in handy, considering the guys in the motorcycle gang probably know what you look like." Emma wrapped the mask around her eyes, tying it tightly in the back. "Hey, you look like Zoro. Maybe that should be your name."

"I think I've warmed up to Rocket. Besides, I'm no good with swords." Emma thinks the mask is kind of useless and out there, considering that Natasha and Clint don't wear them. Why should she? But hours later, she's going to be thanking Tony for it.

Fast forward to when Emma's in the base, walking down the winding hallways. It reminds her vaguely of the SHIELD base. Natasha and Clint had gone off on their own separate ways, leaving Emma with Tony and Steve. They turn a corner and see who they assume to be a guard holding a machine gun, quickly hiding behind the corner again. But it's too late, he's already seen them.

"Now what?" Steve whispers.

"I've got it." Emma jumps out from behind the corner, running straight towards the guard. He shoots, but misses. She's too fast. Emma shoots him cleanly in the head, and he falls to the ground, dead.

"Are you crazy?" Steve reprimands. "You could've gotten yourself killed!"

"Are you kidding? That was pretty badass, good job, Rocket." Tony was smiling under his helmet.

"But I didn't." Emma reaches down, taking the fallen guards machine gun and slings it over her head so that it's resting comfortably on her back. "The gunshots attracted attention. I hear more people coming." The three of them hide behind some storage crates as the voices grow louder and more alarmed.

The voices are in Arabic, three men stand around their fallen comrade.

"You need to stop acting so reckless," Steve whispers to Emma. She looks at him with a cocked brow.

"I didn't get killed, Steve."

"Not this time." Steve frowns.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Emma's whisper becomes a little too loud and Tony has to shush her.

"Children, now's not the time for a lover's quarrel," Tony says, just as a bullet zooms past him. "See? Not a good time."

"They know we're here," Emma translates the yelling, the footsteps are getting closer to where they're hiding. "And they're not very happy."

"Thank you, captain obvious." Tony groans.

"I'm not a captain, Steve's the captain," Emma says, pointing to Steve, clearly not understanding the reference. Tony groans again.

"I forget that I'm in the company of an old man and an immigrant,"

"Both of you shut it," Steve whispers sharply. He turns his head and sees the barrel of a gun pointing at his face. "Uh…"

"You like Huey Lewis and the News?" Tony blurts out.

"Huh?" The gunman is confused, which gives Steve the chance to hit him with his shield. But just as he's hit, his finger accidentally pulls the trigger and bullets rain everywhere from his machine gun. Steve, Tony and Emma run out from behind the crates, trying to avoid the barrage of bullets. But they ricochet and one goes right through Emma's leg, she falls to the ground. Everything turns into chaos after that. The two other gunman start firing. Steve and Tony are too busy fighting them to notice that Emma's hurt. The third, the one hit with Steve's shield has come up to her, but before he can do anything she swings her good leg and hits him in the ankle, making him lose his balance.

Emma scrambles to her feet and runs in the other direction, ignoring the pain in her leg. Which is how she lost Tony and Steve. The gunman has gotten back up to chase her. She shoots him in the head and keeps running.

And now here she is, hands up in the air at the mercy of this unknown woman. She wasn't aware the BD recruited women now. They usually trafficked them, then again things change. She's already read the woman's mind and something registers.

"Hold it right there," Natasha has appeared from behind the woman, gun drawn and ready to shoot.

"No, Natasha, wait!" Emma screams but it's too late. Natasha shoots and the woman turns around, blasting a heavy stream of water from her hands, knocking Natasha against the wall.

"She's like me," Emma says. "She has a power!"

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