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Recap

Finally, the suit fell from the sky with the neck melted and Lowri floated alone, trying to gather her breath. She could see the drama unfolding below and she could also see Klaus' men aiming their weapons on her.

Lowri dived down immediately, avoiding most of the gunfire. She dove on the remaining suit.

"Thor, status?" Steve asked over comms.

"The girl tried to warp my mind. Take special care. I doubt a human could keep her at bay. Fortunately, I am mighty." Thor said and then he seemed to disappear.

Lowri melted through the neck of the suit and the head fell off the bridge, Lowri tossed the body with it and looked around herself, she was alone on the bridge.

Then she heard distinct yells, to aim all firearms at her. Panic took over and before Lowri could even think about moving out of the way, the first shot was fired.

Bullets hit the floor beside her and bounced off into different directions and then the pain exploded from her shoulder as a bullet went straight through.

"Ah!" Lowri yelped, she spun and hit the railing with her uninjured arm and stumbled against it. More bullets rained down on her and another bullet hit her in the thigh. Lowri yelled out again and she lost her grip on the railing, she fell to her knees and as she fell, another bullet went straight through her stomach, causing her to double over in pain, Lowri clutched at the railing with a white hand while her other hand went to her stomach.

All of this had taken less than thirty seconds and Lowri was bleeding out on the bridge quickly.

"Lowri!" Steve yelled, Lowri looked up at him to see him running down one of the walkways on her level and he neared quickly. Lowri took her hand from her stomach and reached for him with her bloody hand and his name bubbled on the tip of her tongue but it never escaped. It was too late.

A bullet buried itself in her forehead.

Lowri's body jolted backwards and a small trickle of blood began trailing down from the gunshot wound in her forehead and down her face, her hand from the railing and Lowri landed on her back with a loud thud, her mouth was slack and her eyes were lifeless.

Blood poured from her stomach and her shoulder and her head while the blood spurted out of her thigh with each heartbeat, steadily getting less and less.

Steve pushed himself harder to get to her and before he could skid to his knees beside her, a gust of wind rushed past him before he felt contact. Hands shoved him hard and he went flying backwards and into a staircase.

He hit his head hard and tried to right himself to look at Lowri.

All Steve wanted to do was hold Lowri in is arms, to hold her body and try to keep the warmth inside her body but the next thing he knew, a pain was soaring through his head and his mind seemed to leave the body and all he could see was a red mist.

Thor's Dream

Thor turned in a tight circle, looking all around him. The atmosphere around him seemed to be screaming a celebration, a happy one. People passed by in front, behind and beside him, dressed in the Asgardian best robes.

He was back on Asgard.

A man in a black cloak covering his head and face passed by in front of Thor and he stepped after him, intrigued as to who he was but Thor was stopped by a hand on his arm.

"Is it him?" The voice was booming and very familiar, one of an old friend. "Is that the first son of Odin?"

Heimdall's eyes were very different from those that Thor knew. Instead of the beautiful orange eyes that seemed all, they were all white and rather unforgiving. Heimdall stepped closer to Thor and embraced him warmly.

"Heimdall, your eyes." Thor pointed out.

"Oh. They see everything." Heimdall answered, "They see you leading us to Hel."

The warm embrace from Heimdall changed from warm to cold and Heimdall's hands from to Thor's neck and he began choking Thor.

"I can still save you!" Thor yelled as loud as he could, despite Heimdall's hands around his throat.

"We are all dead! Can you not see?" Heimdall asked, squeezing tighter.

Thor shoved Heimdall away from him and lightning struck him in his centre.

"You're a destroyer, Odinson." Heimdall said angrily.

Lightning shot out from Thor and struck one of the bystanders.

"See where your power leads." Heimdall's voice seemed far away and then Thor wasn't in the Asgardian palace he called home.

There were odd gem stones, more lightning and then thunder finished everything off.

Natasha's Dream

Nat found herself on top of a very familiar staircase and dread filled her stomach, she didn't want to be back.

But she shakily grasped hold of the bannisters leading down the staircase and she made her way down. Nat passed two girls walking up the stairs, dressed in their leotards, legwarmers and ballet shoes.

At the bottom of the stairs, Nat wheeled around to the right and walked right up to the glass window that looked in on the practice room where six tall and lean girls were dancing in perfect harmony with six younger girls looking, a ballet instructor and a pianist in the room.

"Again." The ballet instructor ordered in a monotone voice.

"You'll break them." Nat said slowly, all of her various training regimes came to her mind and she knew that these girls were going through what she had done.

"Only the breakable ones. You're made of marble. We'll celebrate after the graduation ceremony." Madame B said smoothly.

"What if I fail?" Nat asked.

The scene around her changed. She was no longer facing the practice room but she was at shooting practise, shooting each target perfectly.

"You never fail." Madame B said just as Nat shot a man in the head.

The room changed again, so did the scene. This time Nat was fighting three grown men, one was already on the floor and one was just thrown into the piano and another has her in a tight headlock when Nat gave up the fight and tapped out.

"Sloppy. Pretending to fail. The ceremony is necessary for you to take your place in the world." Madame B said coldly.

"I have no place in the world." Nat said slowly.

"Exactly." Madame B said as the scene morphed into another. In this scene, Nat is lying back on a gurney, travelling down corridors and through doors quickly and on her way down, she spied two little girls with no mouths. Dread filled her stomach.

Steve's Dream

Steve stood in New York once more but not the 21st Century New York which he had grown used to slowly, but an earlier version he was unfamiliar with. This one had grown with the years, it wasn't the 1940's New York he had grown up in.

He looked down at himself, wondering why he was wearing sportswear.

People around him called out to each other, acknowledging their presence and asking about their families.

He stood in a neighbourhood. The road was long and a few cars were dotted around, these were old cars. But they're new now.

The houses were tall, with at least three floors and the front gardens were decorated with grass and flowers and bushes and trees.

Steve spun in a circle, taking in these grand houses and wondering why on earth was he here.

He stopped as soon as he faced the house directly in front of him. The garden was trimmed and clearly cared for with love and devotion, a blue car sat just beside the curb. The door was a startling bright red with flowers hanging on either side of the door, welcoming him in.

The house was calling to him and his feet moved instinctively towards the house. He reached for the door and stepped in, immediately, he was welcomed by pleasant and warm colours, a lovely cooking scent floated through the air and photos hung on the walls.

Before Steve could peer wonderingly at the photographs, a young boy called out to him.

"Dad!" The young boy was stood at the stop of the narrow staircase, he looked about eleven and he was dressed in a school uniform, the shorts with braces, the shirt. The young boy had floppy blonde hair, much like Steve's, but the eyes were different. They belonged to a certain woman that he loved. Who is this boy? Why is he calling him Dad?

"Daddy!" A little girl darted through a doorway to the left of him and barrelled into him, eagerly wrapping her small arms around his legs tightly. She looked about six or seven with long red hair, she wore a long cream nightgown and she was barefoot. Now, Steve's really confused,

"Honey?" Steve practically swallowed his swelling heart as soon as he recognised the voice. Steve followed the little girl and boy through the doorway to his left and entered a large, homely kitchen.

The kitchen was laid out spaciously, the counters and cooker lined the walls along with the refrigerator, the colours were warm and welcoming, Steve felt as though he belonged there.

An older boy of about thirteen sat at the table, eating a bowl of porridge and reading the newspaper with a serious look on his face.

At the cooker, stood a slim woman with her memorable hair twirled up into a bun and held in place by pretty pins, she wore a dress that reached just below her knees and was loose on her figure and had her back to him.

Slowly, the woman turned her head to him and her eyes peered into his.

Lowri.

But, he just saw her getting shot multiple times. She just died. Yet, she looks so alive.

"Darling, what's the matter?" Lowri asked, she turned to face him slowly, moving with care and her eyes wandered to the children standing beside him. "James, have you eaten your breakfast yet? Grant, once you're done with your food, can you please put the milk bottles back on the front door step?"

"Yes, Mama." The older boy replied, looking up from his newspaper.

"Bella, sweetie, come and help me make breakfast for your papa." Lowri held her hand out to the little girl and bent slightly.

Steve's mouth dropped open as soon as he spied the swell of her stomach underneath her loose-fitting dress, she was heavily pregnant.

Lowri gently pushed the little girl towards the counter and then she stepped towards him, waddling as she did so. She placed her hands on his arms gently and pulled him down to her then pressed a kiss on his lips gently.

"What's the matter, darling? You look as though you've seen a ghost." Lowri said smoothly, she looked up at him with concern as he placed his hands on her bump gingerly, scared in case it disappeared.

"Nothing's wrong." Steve said slowly, he dropped his gaze to her bump and a smile grew on his face.

"How was your run?" Lowri asked, placing her hands on top his gently, it was then he noticed the gold band adorning his ring finger and Lowri wore a similar one. They're married.

He looked at her hands on top of his hands and nodded his head.

"Uh, fine. It was good. Refreshing." Steve replied.

"Well, sit down. Bella is happy to make her papa breakfast, aren't you sweetie?" Lowri asked the little girl.

Steve dropped his hands from the bump and he took a seat at the table beside the oldest boy, Grant. This boy bore the most resemblance to Steve, the boy owned the floppy blonde hair, the nose, the blue eyes. Grant seemed tall, even sitting, he had slight muscle.

James, the younger boy had Lowri's eyes but he resembled Steve too much. The chin, the nose, the hair. He was thin but not muscular like his brother. He was similar to Steve before the serum.

And the little girl, Bella, she had Lowri's nose, her chin, her face shape, her long red hair but Steve's eyes.

This was their family. This was Steve and Lowri's family. Oh, God. This is his family with Lowri, and she's pregnant with their fourth child. Is this a dream? This is so perfect. Their family.

A plate of waffles was placed in front of him by the little girl, Bella, who smiled prettily at him.

"Thank you, darlin'." Steve said, the words came to him easily and it made Bella almost burst with pride as he bit into the waffles.

"Good girl, sweetie." Lowri cooed, Bella bounced back to her mother and hugged her around the bump carefully.

"How long until I get to be a big sister, Momma?" Bella asked sweetly, placing her tiny hand on the bump.

"Two short weeks, sweetie. Baby will be here soon and you can help out all the time." Lowri said with a smile. The little girl looked as if she was going to burst with happiness. "Now, go brush your teeth and tie your hair back, you need to get ready for school."

The little girl, Bella, dashed out of the room and her little feet were heard pounding up the stairs.

"Grant, if you're done with your breakfast, can you please go with her and make sure she does brush her teeth?" Lowri asked, looking down at her eldest son.

The oldest boy moved to his feet with grace, folding up the newspaper and dropping it onto the table, he wiped at his mouth and Steve could see the height of the boy.

"Sure thing, Mama." Grant said, he passed by his mother and pressed a kiss to her cheek before placing his dish in the sink and followed his sister out of the room with long steps.

The waffles tasted lovely and Steve leant back, listening to how Lowri chatted with James about his school work and his sports team. By the time Steve had finished his waffles and pushed the plate away slightly, Grant and Bella were back, this time, Bella was dressed in a grey school dress with a pristine white shirt, her long hair tied back into two plaits.

"Momma, can I go with Papa to work instead of going to school? We're doing Algebra and I hate Algebra." Bella asked.

"No, sweetie. Papa's work is a bit too dangerous for a little girl. Papa works hard for the Government, protecting its people." Lowri said to the little girl.

"Yeah, Papa is the spy." James said, he pushed himself to his feet and Steve looked up at him sharply. "Sorry, Papa. I know you don't like us talking about it."

"It's alright, son, it's just family here." Steve said, waving it off.

"Oh, look at the time!" Lowri yelped, she moved around the kitchen with surprising speed. "Lunches are in the pantry, Grant, grab them please. James, get your shoes on! Come on, Bella."

Lowri ushered the children into the front hall with them calling out their goodbyes to Steve, Bella's was the sweetest of all.

"Goodbye, Daddy! I'll see you after school!"

Steve took hold of the newspaper while the kitchen was quiet and he peered at the date on top of the paper.

May 9th 1961.

Sixteen years after the end of the war, there was no ice in his past, present or future, he had simply married the woman he loves and had a family with her.

He heard the door slam shut and he looked up in time to see Lowri waddle back into the kitchen, holding her hand to her curved belly.

"And peace." Lowri breathed out, the smile on her face was infectious.

"For now." Steve added with a smile. "Come sit, you look exhausted."

"You would be too if you had a little person sitting on either your bladder or your spine all day and all night." Lowri said with a smirk, she made her way to the sink and leant on it heavily as she turned the tap to fill the sink.

"Hey, let me see to the dishes. You go put your feet up." Steve said, he got up and swiftly made his way over to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist and he felt the swell of her stomach beneath his hands.

"You should go on runs more if you're gonna come home like this each time." Lowri said in a low tone, she turned in his arms and smiled up at him. Steve felt a moment of delirious happiness soar through him and he knew nothing could shake his world.

But he was too happy for the universe.

Lowri's smile dropped of her face and she became stiff in his arms, she looked up at him with cold questioning eyes and an unforgiving look.

"Why didn't you stop Hydra from taking me, Steve?" She asked in a monotone voice which froze the blood in Steve's veins.

"What?" Steve asked numbly. He took a step away from her and as his arms fell from her, he watched with wide and horrified eyes as Lowri's stomach shrunk rapidly and her hair fell from its pretty restraints.

The lovely home that Steve wanted so badly fell to ruin and rubble around them and fire, intense and harsh fires began burning around them, roaring and raging uncontrollably.

"Why didn't you stop Hydra from taking me?" Lowri repeated. "You know that they're up to no good, you knew that they were back. You know they wanted to get their hands on me. You could have stopped them. Why did you let them take me, Steve?"

As Lowri spoke, her beautiful dress that had once accommodated a large bump changed into ripped and burnt pants, a torn jacket, much like the clothes she wore when Hydra took her from the burning remains of Camp Lehigh. Blood began running out of the corners of her mouth and Lowri brought her hand to her mouth, she coughed and spat out three molars into the palm of her hand, she tossed the teeth away and wiped at her mouth, smearing the blood across her cheek.

She clenched her fists and unclenched them, as if she was in pain. As she dropped her hands to her sides, blood dripped from her fingers and Steve caught sight of a bloody finger, where the nail had been ripped clean off.

Lowri clutched at her chest painfully, groaning.

"They took my DNA. They tested on me." Lowri practically whispered, the pain was almost too much for her.

"Y-You told me to go. You told me to leave you. You said you knew what you were doing." Steve stuttered, horrified at the sight in front of him.

"You should have fought for me, Steve. I always thought you would, but I guess I was wrong." Lowri whimpered. She wiped at her mouth again, smearing more blood across her cheek. Then, her entire body jolted violently and Lowri cried out. A bullet wound appeared in her shoulder, then another in her thigh and another in her stomach.

Lowri opened her mouth to say something but then her entire body jolted violently again and another bullet wound appeared in the middle of her forehead.

Then she collapsed to the floor with all of her life's blood draining from her.

Horror took hold of him, breathing became hard and it seemed as though all was lost as the blackness surrounded him.

The metal underneath her hands were welcoming, it was cooling her down slowly and that's exactly what she needed.

As she lay there, unmoving, Lowri became aware of how much her body was hurting. All of her limbs ached something horrible and her head, ouch, her head was the worst. It was as though her head had been slammed against the floor a million times.

Lowri felt an arm slide around her shoulders and another hand slid beneath her knees, then she was lifted into the air with ease and quickly, it was so sudden that she groaned in pain and mumbled something incoherent.

"Oh my God!" the arms that supported her fully dropped from around her and Lowri fell to the floor and landed with a loud thud.

She hit the floor hard and rolled onto her stomach, she curled into a ball, moving her limbs gingerly as pain spread throughout her entire body, her hand reached for her head and tried to find a spot to soothe the growing headache in the centre of her forehead.

"What the hell?!" Someone yelled at her, "You died! Did you even die?" It was Clint. He nudged her side with his foot and Lowri tried to slap it away. "Hey, dead girl. Are you gonna answer me?"

"Maybe if you stop kicking me, I might." Lowri answered weakly. She opened her eyes to the blinding light and looked up at the furious Clint. "And if this headache goes away, I can answer."

Lowri rolled onto her back and spread her arms out, trying to get the cool metal to cool her skin down.

"What the hell happened?" Lowri asked.

"You died." Clint said simply, he crouched down beside her and looked down at her as Lowri peered around at her surroundings. They were still onboard the ship but it seemed to be empty now. No metal suits trying to kill them, no Ultron, no Maximoff twins, not even her team were inside. It was just her and Clint.

"Ow." Lowri whimpered, she pressed her hand to the centre of her forehead, where the pain was emitting. "I can't die."

"You were shot in the head." Clint said, "You stopped breathing."

Lowri muttered a curse word and then accepted Clint's help to get to her feet, she draped her arm over his shoulder and he gripped her waist tight. It was clear that she was in no position to walk.

Clint swept her legs into the air and caught them with his other arm and lifted her up and supported her fully. He began walking across the bridge and towards a set of stairs.

"I don't think I can die, Clint." Lowri said slowly, she was struggling to understand it.

"I checked, Ri. I checked twice. I didn't want to believe it but I checked. You weren't breathing or moving." Clint answered slowly.

Lowri inhaled deeply and looked down at her hands, still struggling. It's happened before.

"Well then, I've effectively died twice and resurrected myself twice." Lowri said in a grim tone. Clint looked at her sharply.

"What?" He asked just as sharply. "You'll need to expand on that statement, Ri."

They made it out of the ship in one piece and Clint carried her carefully over the spanning desert until they reached the jet.

As they walked, Lowri explained.

"Without giving too much away, Howard Stark got into a bit of trouble in 1946 and when I investigated with Peggy Carter, I ended up getting shot at point blank. I must have died and when I came back around, Peggy shouted at me and slapped me. I had this massive headache, like the one I have now." Lowri explained.

"I like this Peggy." Clint said jokingly.

"You better. She was another one of the founders of S. H. I. E. L. D." Lowri said with a smile, but the smile hurt her head.

"Oh, that Peggy! Well, I knew she was badass but to slap and yell at the Amazing Scorch?" Clint teased.

"She's yelled at me many times before." Lowri said softly. "What happened?"

"Uh, that Wanda Maximoff, she's some sort of witch. She's messing with their heads." Clint answered, "They're out of it, they're acted shocked and they're not responding. I had to lock the jet each time I left them there just in case they decided to wander off." Clint shook his head. "Nat is just sitting there and I can't snap her out of it."

"Maybe they'll come out of it on their own? We've just gotta wait it out." Lowri suggested, they were nearing the jet and Lowri's headache was pounding around her skull.

"That's all we can do." Clint sighed, "Tony's off somewhere with Ultron, I think and Bruce left the jet long before I got there."

"We'll have to check the news." Lowri said firmly as Clint opened the back of the jet up. Inside the jet was Steve, Nat and Thor. All of their eyes were open but they were unresponsive. Nat and Steve sat in chairs close to each other near the back of the jet, both extremely pale and both sweaty with horror-struck looks on their faces.

Thor was standing on the other side of the jet, wringing his hands, with the same expression on his face.

"He's moved." Clint said under his breath as he moved towards the table in the middle of the room and lifted Lowri onto it. For the second time that day, Lowri sat on the table. "I think they're still pretty deep in whatever they're in."

Lowri looked around herself at her friends and she breathed out heavily, the pain in her head simply refused to recede and she knew she was in for a long day. Any pain killer she had taken back in 1946 had no effect on her whatsoever.

"All we can do is wait." Lowri said slowly. She looked at Clint and he looked up at her. "Can you get me the first aid kit please? I need to see if our painkillers work. And then start up the jet and look for Tony and Bruce."

Clint nodded his head and passed over the first aid kit before heading into the cockpit and he ignited the engine.

"Search for keywords. Hulk, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Iron Man, Ultron." Lowri called out to him wincing as the pain shot across her forehead and she had to stop rummaging inside the first aid kit until the wave of pain went.

Clint searched quickly and so did Lowri, the pain was getting to her.

"Ri… you better get over here." Clint said slowly in a tone that set Lowri on edge. She shoved the first aid kit away from her and jumped down from the table, she wobbled on her feet and stumbled but she regained her footing and gripped the table, she spied the painkillers hidden under the large bag of safety pins and grabbed them, she headed towards the cockpit and grabbed a bottle of water as she walked.

Lowri twisted the cap off as she walked and peered at the screen in front of Clint. A local news station was reporting on an ongoing fight between the Hulk and Iron Man, now suited up in Veronica.

"Oh my God." Lowri muttered. The fight had destroyed many parts of the town and it was still ongoing.

"This day can't get any worse." Clint declared as Lowri popped two pills into her mouth and she swallowed them down with water.

Lowri leant on the back of the chair, breathing heavily as the pain in her head began receding, she kept her eyes on the screen as it continued to show footage of the ongoing fight. The reporter said that a city-wide clean-up would need to be ordered as soon as the fight was controlled, so far there were no reported casualties but anything could still happen.

"Steve." Clint said slowly. He moved from the cockpit, over to where Steve was now standing, looking around slowly, as if he was in a dream.

"Lowri…" Steve began, Lowri turned and looked at Steve quickly and his eyes met hers, he looked as though he saw a ghost. "I saw her… it can't be…"

Clint moved closer to Steve and turned him away from Lowri, sensing something about Steve, Clint looked back at Lowri and the look told her to turn away.

So, she turned away from Steve and Clint and waited until Clint came back to her.

"He said that he saw you in a dream, that it was a horrible, horrible dream but it was almost perfect." Clint said, looking at her. "He said the dream evolved around you."

"What?" Lowri asked, she glanced at Steve and she forgot everything.

"That Wanda chick must have sent them all into a dream or something. I wonder if it's all the same dream?" Clint asked more to himself. "It must be bad if they're all in this state."

"This is just perfect." Lowri groaned. She leant against the side of the jet and suddenly felt exhausted.

"Do you wanna sit down for a bit? You look tired." Clint asked.

"I did just die." Lowri reminded him with a small smile. "No. I just need a little air." Lowri said, she headed for the exit and had to pass by Steve and the others. She was glad to be outside and she sat down just outside the ramp.

Clnt came out to see her a few minutes later with her bottle of water.

"You know, this witch might come back and try her trick on you." Clint said as he sat down on the ramp just beside her.

"I'd love to see her try." Lowri replied coolly, she turned her head to look at him. "I'm like you. I don't do the mind control thing. Once is enough." Lowri faced away from him and she looked over the desert, "If she comes with her brother again, I'll whip both their asses. They need discipline."

"What happened to 'they're just kids'?" Clint asked almost jokingly.

"Are you really asking me that?" Lowri asked slowly.

She was being cold towards him and she's not even sure why, Clint is the only one to get out of that scrape without injury or a mental attack.

"Look," Clint said, he drew her attention back to him. "Cap said that he saw something that was a horrible dream but it was perfect. Maybe he saw something that he liked too much? He saw you get shot, Ri. I heard him call out your name. I saw the look on his face. Maybe the witch made him see something nice."

"I don't know what you want me to say, Clint. Steve looked scared to see me and if he saw something that turned him against me, I don't think I could do what he did, I don't think I can stick around and watch him be scared of me, or want to hurt me." Lowri said, "I'm not a strong as him."

"You don't have to be." Clint said, "He wanted to give up a few times but we wouldn't let him. You two got a love story that spans decades. Don't you wanna keep the streak?"

Lowri laughed and shook her head.

"Streak? When did you turn into a therapist?" Lowri asked, looking at him with a small smile.

"Since you needed me to be one." Clint said, he nudged her shoulder and smiled. "He'll come back. So, will Thor and Nat."

Lowri was silent for a few seconds before speaking again.

"How're you coping? I know you wanna go home." Lowri asked.

"Sucks. But I guess the team needs me more here." Clint said, "I'll go back soon. I kinda have to."

"True. I hope it all goes alright for you." Lowri said, Clint smiled warmly at her.

He left her outside and he headed back inside to keep an eye on the other three. Lowri waited in silence, worry eating at her for her three friends inside the jet. The pounding headache had been reduced considerably thanks to the pain killers but her head was still in a lot of pain.

It seemed like hours had passed before Tony made an appearance, flying in his battered suit. Lowri's eyes found Tony making his way towards her with a half-naked Bruce in his arms.

Tony neared and opened his mask and stared at her almost stupidly.

"I thought you were dead." Tony said simply as he landed in front of her. Lowri got to her feet and shrugged her shoulders.

"I was." Lowri replied, she followed Tony into the jet and hit the close button to bring up the ramp.

She hurried over to the cockpit and slid into the seat, barely able to look at Thor, Nat and Steve, all still deep in their dreams. Clint hastily explained to Tony, as they sorted Bruce out, who was recovering from a bad Code Green, about the situation they were in now.

Lowri began the process of starting up the jet and tried to focus her mind on a safe location but all of her safe houses were out in the open, easily accessible by anyone in Hydra.

Clint came up beside Lowri after Tony de-suited himself and after Bruce had been seen to, he put his hands on the back of the seat and leant in closer.

"Do you want me to fly? I can get us to a safe house." Clint asked.

"No. I need to keep myself distracted." Lowri replied, she checked the fuel levels and was pleased.

"Well, just fly us back to America." Clint said, turning from her. Lowri got the jet into the air swiftly and she began heading back to America.

Behind her, Lowri heard Clint warn Tony from approaching her, giving her the space she needs. Then she heard Clint explain how Lowri is still alive.

Lowri was glad that Clint had told Tony to leave her alone. She was glad to ignore their conversation, which seemed to revolve around Ultron, the Maximoff twins and their three friends slowly coming out of their horror dreams.

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