Dead set on the others, we sprinted our way towards them.
Seeing Spidey in front of me, I couldn't help but smirk behind my mask. Grabbing both of my iron fans, I flung them open and sent them sailing toward him.
Shooting his web, he dodged them and landed in front of me. I took a quick couple steps back. Sailing back into my awaiting palms, I twirled and slashed in front of me with a yell. He quickly jumped back and dodged my attempts.
"Woah there! You could take someone out with those things!" He yelled as he ducked. Swiping my feet beneath him, he fell to the ground.
"That's the plan." Thrusting the fan toward his chest, he rolled to the side and caught my legs. I fell to the ground with a thud. Getting up at the same time, I swung at him.
"Look, I was taught not to hit girls," he told me as he caught my flying fist. I chuckled.
"That's good," I replied before headbutting him. He fell with a groan while clutching his head. My head throbbed. There is no winner with headbutts. "That makes things easier. Now, do me a favor and stay down."
Looking around, the whole area was chaotic. I saw Clint struggling with Black Widow. Running, I threw my fan straight at her head. Her head whipped to the side as she toppled over from the force of my throw. It had enough force to make her let go of him.
He gave me a nod in thanks before he ran off to help the others.
Seeing her on the ground, I quickly ran over. Making eye contact, her body froze. I could see her internally struggle, but there is no way to break out of this once it happens. Kneeling beside her, I kept eye contact. My brown eyes turned a fluorescent purple Her pupils slowly growing larger as I had her under my control.
"When the time comes, you will help Captain America get on the Quinjet," I ordered.
"When the time comes, I will help Captain America get on the Quinjet," she repeated with a monotone voice. Blinking, I turned my head away and ran back into the battlefield.
The earpiece that was given to me buzzed to life in my ear.
"No, you get to the jet. Both of you," Sam spoke. He must be talking to Cap and Bucky. "The rest of us aren't getting out of this one."
"Sam is right," I piped, flipping backward as Black Panther's clawed the air where my face used to be. "Besides, Black Widow will help you guys get on the jet."
"How'd you manage to do that?" Clint asked, incredulously.
"I can be persuasive when I want to be." I felt a swift kick to my side, knocking me over. I groaned in pain. That's going to bruise. Black Panther stood over me and prepared to knock me out until a red energy enveloped him and hurled him into a plane.
"You have to be careful, Mesmera," Scarlet Witch told me as she held out a hand. Grabbing it, she assisted helping me up.
"I knew you had my back." She chuckled and flew back toward the battle.
"We need a diversion. Something big," Sam called.
"I got something kind of big, but I can't hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell and if I tear myself in half, don't come back for me," Scott stated rather calmly.
"Tear yourself in half?" I asked in disbelief. What is this dude on about?
"You'll see it in a bit. I mean I do it all the time... I mean once... in a lab... and then I passed out." Whatever he's planning hopefully works.
Suddenly, Scott grew and grew.
"Oh my gosh. That is so freaking cool!" I exclaimed, looking at the sight above me. "Now, watch your step. I'm literally below you right now." As I said that, he looked down.
"Woah! Mesmera, we all know you are tiny. From up here, you look like an ant! And that's coming from the Ant-Man himself!" He guffawed. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"Is this really the time to joke about my height?" I asked as I ran away from his feet. Thankfully, his movements were slow.
"A good time as any." He grabbed War Machine by his legs and tossed him as Spider-Man webbed after him.
Seeing Iron Man just watch them, I propelled both my arms back before whipping my open iron fans at him. It slammed on to the side of his head and Sam whizzed by, kicking Stark down.
Catching them, I put them back in their holsters. Climbing on to the crates, I saw Black Panther before me with his claws out. Oh... I did not see him there.
"I don't have time to play with little girls." He lunged forward and slashed his arm toward me as I quickly hopped back; I wasn't quick enough. I cried in pain as his claws grazed my abdomen. A hot, searing pain erupted on where I was hit. Looking down, it was a shallow cut. Thankfully, it wasn't anything too bad.
He was about to strike again, but heard a booming voice above us.
"You want to get to them? You gotta go through me," Scott threatened as he smashed the boxes with his foot.
Quickly, I jumped off the side before getting crushed. To my luck, I landed on my back as some debris rained down on me. Covering my head, I felt bits of wood hit me.
"What the hell, man? You almost kicked me!" I exclaimed as I got up slowly.
"Sorry! It doesn't help that you're tiny! Besides, I think I deserve a "thank you". I just saved your ass from Bagheera!"
I am seriously going to kick his ass later if we survive this.
Projectiles from War Machine made contact with Ant-Man, making him stumble around a bit.
He swatted him, making War Machine land in a lower spot. Perfect.
Whipping out a fan, I sling it toward him. Sailing towards him, it smashed into his arm. He looked over at me, but immediately flew away from meeting Scott's foot.
Before I could catch the fan, something collided into my back. Slamming to the ground, I look to see the Spider guy. I groaned in pain as my abdomen scrapped against the cement.
Can my abdomen please take a break?
"I thought you were taught not hit girls," I panted, rolling over as he tried to kick me.
"True, but I gotta impress Mr. Stark," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders.
Rolling into a stand, I thrust the heel of my palm toward his nose. He evaded my attack and shot his webs at my feet, knocking me flat on my back. My head slammed on to the concrete, making my vision a bit fuzzy.
He shot another as it stuck my feet on to the ground.
"Now, do me a favor and stay down," he ordered, swinging away.
Did he just use my words against me?
Sluggishly, I sat up and pulled at the webbing. What the heck is this stuff made out of? Grabbing the iron fan, I proceeded to slice through the material with the blades.
Shakily getting on to my feet, I saw two Ant... well Giant-Mans. Blinking, my vision slowly came to focus as I saw him topple over and Spiderboy fly into a couple of crates.
That must have hurt…
Looking around, I saw most of the team down. The good news was that Cap and Bucky made it.
Seeing Iron Man fly where Spider-Man landed, I quickly followed.
"You're done!" He yelled at him, soaring away right when I just got there.
"Mr. Stark! Wait! I-I'm not done," he called after him, fatigued. He fell over onto his back.
"Wow. You're actually staying down?" I asked, crouching beside him. He started to fling his arms at me, trying to get a hit. "Woah, woah! Hey! Watch those hands, buddy." I slapped his flailing arms away.
"You're not going to fight me?" He asked as his let his arms drop, clueless. I couldn't help but laugh.
I shook my head, "I think the battle is over." He put his head back down on the ground and let out a sigh of relief.
"Oh okay. Let me just... lay here for a second."
"You know," I began. "Even though we're supposedly 'enemies', you were pretty awesome." I may seem heartless when I was Mesmera, but I know when to fish out a compliment. "And when you took down Ant-Man like those AT-ATs in Star Wars. I think that was one of the highlights for today."
His spider eyes widened at my statement.
"R-really?" I nodded. He went quiet. He must be going into shock or something since I'm trying to have a civilized conversation with him. I think he got knocked around in the head too much since he just laid there, staring at me. It was a bit creepy. I guess it was my fault in a way since I kept aiming for his head whenever I faced off against him.
Hearing sirens in the distance, I let out a sigh.
Getting up, I dusted myself off as I walk back toward the parking garage to change out of my costume.
"Well I'm going to head out of here before I get arrested so I'll catch you later, Spidey."
"W-wait! I never got your name!" He yelled after me.
"It's Mesmera."