Okay, I am SO sorry for the long wait between updates. I have had some writers block regarding this story and I took some time to sort of plan through things and figure out where I wanted things to go from here.

Anyways, sorry again.

*Isabel*

Isabel decided she liked Charlie very much. She liked anyone who obsessed over the same things as her - which wasn't often. Her mother, Jane, usually laughed at her obsessions. And of course Thor didn't understand any of it.

The hum of the pod was loud. Too loud. Isabel put her hands over her ears, yelling to make sure her voice was heard.

"When are we gonna land!"

Clint looked over from his fierce stupor. "Soon! We're just approaching their base now!"

Ugh. Isabel slouched in her seat, giving Charlie a shrug. They were all back in their uniforms, suited up and ready to go. Even Tank had his super stretchy pants on. She eyed the fancy armour that Charlie wore. It looked pretty cool.

"Hey," Charlie said, noticing Isabel's envious looks and motioning to Poison Biter. "You've got a pretty cool weapon yourself."

Isabel laughed, twirling the Asgardian weapon around in her hands and admiring the fine furnish of the metal.

"I'd like to go there one day - to Asgard. My dad said he'd take me there if I proved myself worthy." She gestured to Poison Biter. "I think this is doing a good job of of helping. Without it... I'd be screwed." It was true, the weapon was the only thing keeping her powers under control.

Instantaneously they were all jerked violently to the side, the plane tipping over to the right. Red lights flashed angrily on the ceiling, lighting up their faces with an eerie glow as an alarm rang loudly. Isabel slammed against Charlie's soft shoulder.

"Sir!" The pilot said with a frantic face. "An arrow has been shot into our right engine. We're going down."

"An arrow?" Theo looked around confused. "Who in the hell would shoot an arrow at an aircraft?"

Clint narrowed his eyes. "Mel would."

"Hold tight." The pilot commanded. "This is gonna be a crash landing."

Isabel gripped onto her seat as they tilted even further. The ship rumbled and shook. Her jaw clenched, trying so hard to keep calm. Beside her, Charlie was already unbuckled and moving towards the door.

"What are you doing?" Isabel cried. "Are you crazy?"

"You seem to be forgetting that I can fly." Charlie said, raising an eyebrow.

Isabel bit her lip, Charlie shouldn't go out there alone. She thought for a moment, and then clicked her own seatbelt off.

"I'm coming with you," She stated.

"You can't fly." Natasha protested. "You'll kill yourself."

Isabel smirked at the red headed woman. "I think you'll be surprised."

Now, Isabel had never really tested her theory. She just figured that since her father, Thor, could fly, then who was to say she couldn't? Still, when she jumped out the plane after Charlie, she couldn't help but release a strangled scream that resembled a dying walrus.

"Nice mating call." Charlie flew up beside her as Isabel fell. "Is that how you get all the guys in Asgard?"

Isabel rolled her eyes, doing her best to ignore Charlie's smartass remark and focus on flying, not falling. She summoned the energy inside of her, feeling it surge through her veins. Though her body continued to plummet, relentlessly falling towards earth. In a matter of moments she would be a dead pile of mush.

"Come on," She whispered, willing the power and the thunder inside of her to surface. Charlie flew in closer, ready to jump in and save her if she couldn't do it. Then all at once Isabel's body grew lighter and she rose up, defying gravity. She laughed, victorious.

"Impressive," Charlie said. "Now let's go get em."

Charlie - Flare - blasted off, with Isabel right behind her. They zoomed over the city in a matter of moments. Casting a glance behind her, Isabel saw the aircraft go down in a blaze of smoke and flame, crashing with an undeniable smash. Her chest tightened at the sight, but she knew the others would be okay. The Avengers just didn't die in a plane crash.

Barely any time passed before they landed in an alley. The same one she had stood in yesterday with Noah. At the memory of him in his tight suit she blushed, turning her face so Charlie wouldn't see. Part of her wished Noah was doing this operation with her too. But she knew it would make no difference. She had seen the way he looked at Melissa, and she'd seen how hurt he was when he discovered she had betrayed them.

Just as her feet touched ground in the dark alley, an arrow flew past Isabel's head. She hardly ducked in time.

"Not cool," She grumbled, picking herself up from the ground and staring intensely at where the arrow came from. Obscured in the shadows, Isabel could just make out the harsh red of Torpedo's hair, with four of NARA's men on either side of flicked her head, silently showing Flare where to go.

Flare nodded, then raised an arm and let a blast shoot from her hand. The impact hit right below Torpedo and the men, causing them to fall from the roof on which she stood. Torpedo's agile body flipped and jumped, landing on the ground in three swift movements. They were silent as the super assassin sauntered towards them with the burly men following closely behind. Isabel narrowed her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing, Mel?"
Torpedo laughed, reaching behind her and grabbing another arrow, releasing quickly before saying, "I'm just doing my job." More arrows were released, all Isabel and Flare barely dodged. Torpedo growled viciously at her misses.

"After them," She flicked her hand towards Isabel and Mel. At her command, the en charged forward. Torpedo was gone in an instant, leaving the six of them alone in the alley. Isabel huffed, gathering her strength as she watched the men come closer. Beside her, Flare lifted a few inches off the ground, readying herself. Isabel gripped Poison Biter tightly in her hand, before gathering the storm inside of one blow she bashed the side of the first one's head in. He fell to the ground, his fingers sparking.

Wait. Sparking?

*Charlie*

Her repulsor ray's didn't seem to be harming the men. At all. If anything, it seemed to give them an extra boost. Frustrated, Charlie flew a few feet off the ground, finding amusement at their pitiful attempts to reach her. One of the men, the tallest of them, managed to grip her metal boot. She flailed, suddenly in panic as he dangled off her leg. Releasing a blast of energy from her foot didn't do any good either, the guy just soaked up all of the fiery energy.

"Raze!" Charlie called Isabel by her hero name. "Help!"

Raze was on her left, playing tug-of-war with the last two men. "Kinda busy," The demi-god growled, yanking on Poison Biter. The men didn't let go. They were frighteningly strong for just men.

And then at the end of the alley three figures came running, one of which was a big black bulk. Relief washed over Charlie as Hawkeye, Black Widow and Tank rushed in. In several swift movements Natasha had one guy wrapped in a headlock - Clint shot three arrows simultaneously into his skull, leaving him dead in seconds. As for the other two, well Charlie got her foot free and Raze managed to claim her weapon, but it didn't seem to matter. Tank had gripped both of the men and began smashing their heads together the way a toddler would with toy dolls. They slumped over, unconscious for the moment. Sighing, Clint ripped his arrows out of the fallen soldiers skull, placing them back in his pouch. Charlie recoiled.

"That is nasty," She pointed out. "They're covered in his blood!"

Clint raised his eyebrows. "Would you rather me run out of arrows?"

Whatever. Sliding up her mask, Charlie peered at the NARA agents. Their skin seemed to shift in colour, tiny little sparks dancing on the edges of their hands. An instant feeling of alarm rushed through her body.

"Natasha, Clint, you better take a look at this."

At her warning, they crouched and studied the men. A grave expression crept across Clint's face. Natasha's remained unreadable.

"What is it?" Isabel wondered aloud.

Gears spun in Charlie's head. She inherited her brains from Tony, as much as he hated to be anything like him. But right now, her mind was pointing to the only answer there could be: NARA was experimenting on their own men with the alien weapon.

Clint frowned, "Whatever this is, NARA is messing with something dangerous."

Okay, hopefully this chapter was sufficient. If not, review and let me know. And if it was, also review and let me know!

Is there anything specific you would like to see in the future in this story? I'm kinda scrambling for inspiration here..