Chapter 6: A Certain Change of Plans.
A/N: TADA…..I'm back. Let the events that lead to the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. begin. Oh, and in case ya'll wanna know how Kara looks like in this fanfiction, like I said before, she is her new 52 incarnation. Not the goody two shoes girl scout that is Melissa Benoist. Nothing personal against her just the show.
Also, if you all are wondering what I may have depicted her in real life considering this is MCU. Imagine Kara with the appearance of Ainlina, a really good cosplayer who is also on Deviantart. I always thought that she had a better resemblance for Kara in my story. You can look her up, though she would look better if she was wearing a high budget Supergirl suit.
Thank you all so much for the new reviews! You guys really keep me motivated!
To Arcane Charmcaster: Gosh I was really taken aback by your question, A Beta? Wow. I'm sorry that I am not saying a direct yes because I really do wanna see where I can go with this story on my own. But I would appreciate the help with some of my grammar. My Auto correct system sucks. But over all I'm glad you like my story, get ready to read more!
To StoryBird: Heeeeeeyyyy, glad to see you are still with us. Just sit tight pal, Kara's presence to the world and to the Avengers will not go unnoticed. If you are wondering who Kara was going to meet, it's in this Chapter! But if you want a spoiler, read the reviews, RebelHeart94 already asked the question and the answer was yes.
Onward to the next chapter of "She Lives Among Us."
It wasn't safe. That much was quickly becoming known.
It wasn't safe for Kara to be here. The open skies were not safe at all and the realization only hit Kara's skull by the second. She had to leave, surely this world did not rely or revolve around air transportation let alone have militarized engine fighters guarding every inch of the planet.
The questions lingered but she had to leave. To perhaps a much safer zone. Where she would not be targeted. Where she would not be seen as an enemy. That was the last thing she ever wanted in a world that she didn't know. Seconds past for the Kryptonian soon after she out-flew those primitive pilots and the alien had made the decision to twist her body upon entering the presence of the now blue ocean from last night and sped through the air once more with her hands to her sides with her cape and hair blowing back from the winds. Not once for a single moment did her eyes squint or close.
Another giant land mass thousands of feet below the clouds came into her view but what caused Kara to slow her speed was the horizon line quickly becoming dark as she proceeded forward. Half of what was indeed another ocean bonded with the shadow that now covered the western hemisphere. Kara did not stop physically but put her thoughts into motion.
Now she was finding herself on the other side where the sun did not shine. The second side that once was engulfed by the solar light now shadowed for a massive evening. The ocean below her crossed from a royal blue to an obsidian color rendering it as the other body of water that was the home to underwater behemoths.
Could it be? Was this separate world a safer place for the Kryptonian? She would never get a direct answer. Knowing that heading south was a potential way to run into trouble with the inhabitants Kara geared herself north, where a continent glowed through the darkness due to the artificial lights being used across great cities on the eastern end. The sight was a sign that a major population resided here.
Could she observe it? Of-course she could. If she kept her distance she might be able to as well. It was the time cycle of night but that would be a good opportunity for Kara to remain hidden. After all, this was a more civilized land where the people were not far from danger or become a loss to the deadly seas. The Kryptonian picked a perfect location near a vast coast and traveled down below the clouds in order partake in a silent exploration. She quickly halted her descendance as she observed the rare but extraordinary cities that didn't seem as if they had turned in for the night. They were wide awake, all except for a much smaller region joined in with the populated areas. Kara made her final choice and flew down ignoring the variety of mountains to get closer to the place with less stellar lights.
Washington D.C. now had a visitor with origin not of this world.
The thin but tall monument was enough to tell Kara that this was a society dedicated to remembering their history. Beautiful stone like patterns littered the ground with small metallic transporters traveling back and forth in many directions. These primitives did not rely on air transportation after all despite several of the large metallic vessels could be seen through her eyes far from the horizon. Square like stone structures were stationed in multiples areas that had many awoken citizens in them, with large illuminating capsules reflecting of the white marble. When Kara was about to leave to the more residential locations she stopped to spot the dome building that resided away from the monuments followed by another that appeared to be square like as usual but with a circular front. A quick glance even from up above made the alien raise her eyebrows when she saw inhabitant soldiers stationed around these buildings.
Soldiers, that meant precaution, and that also meant defenses from potential threats!
She took off in the direction far away from them. She was not a threat, nor a killer, or an intruder. But she was not looking forward to another assault on her presence just because these primitives found her disturbing. Of-course Kara couldn't blame them. They were only defending their land and rights. The residencies were a perfect scapegoat for her to hide, in the obsidian sky that is. She slowed her pace while synchronizing her hearing to calm her senses, she was away from them now. All that could be heard was the wind followed by the sound of citizens walking calmly through the streets below.
The atmosphere would have been described as peaceful if not for the unchangeable events that began unfolding.
*BBBBAAAANNNNNGGGGGGG*
The echo of the ballistic shot rung through her canals while the girl gritted her teeth and brought her palm to her right ear. Kara turned her head in the direction from which the sound came from followed by another, and soon another.
*BANNNNNNGGG*
*BAAAANNGG*
AAAHHHHH!
The cry of a male screaming in pain threw Kara into a mixture of fight or flight. Unfortunately, the second option was not up for negotiation and Kara flew closer to the scene by the second.
Just there, upon a triangular roof top, was an inhabitant. Her stood at the edge with one knee crouched while donning an obsidian clad vest with a matching right sleeve and leggings with boots. His hair was a burly shoulder length brown with a tactical mask covering his eyes and facial features. What caused Kara's jaw to falter was the bright cybernetic arm where his left appendage should have been followed by the man holding an advanced long-range rifle with a scope.
An Assassin, there was an Assassin in this area! But who was his target?
Kara followed the aim of the weapon several yards in front of the masked killer and her seeing ended when the rounds entered the side of a stone building. She tried to squint to the best of her ability to see the shadows moving through the glass window but her heart nearly skipped a bit when her eyes grew hot once again but this time glowed an electric blue. Soon enough to Kara's amazement she could see right through the residential structure, she would have marveled the development of her see through peripheral vision if not for the civilians that were trapped in the complex. The assassin had shot a man, who's skin was a rare darker compared to any living inhabitant she had ever seen, he sported a scar patch across his left eye with a bald scalp. He was dressed in Obsidian fabric and he was being dragged away by a much younger man with a disk Shield in his left arm. The look on the bloodied man's face was enough to make Kara's chest ache.
He was scared. This man had the appearance of a stoic strong figure but he was scared. Not just for his life, but something more, much more.
Soon enough another person entered the living quarters. It was a female who barked through the catastrophic scenario while holding a hand-held blaster. She spoke in the language that Kara simply could not understand and watched as the specialist pulled out a communicator to speak into it. As Kara descended from the sky and onto the roof beneath her feet she studied the conversation between the gunned down man and the younger dark blonde-haired gentleman who was pressing his hand to the bloodied wound.
The profound leader raised his hand into his comrade and placed a device into his palm before whispering.
"Don't…trust…..anyone."
As if those were his last words he laid his head back as his body went into shock from the firing. Kara let out a small gasp. Who were these people? Were they operatives who were working in secret? They had to have been. An assassin had just been sent after them, and he had shot the apparent leader! A leader who no doubt had released a device similar to a data crystal to an inferior. What was on that device? Was the Assassin after it?
The Assassin…..The Assassin!
Kara pulled back her glowing blue vision and rubbed her eyes furiously, she had to get this under control. When she opened her orbs, she was met with the sight of her bronze colored skeletal hands that made her yelp. This was just perfect. With little success that had been done, Kara turned back to the spot of the killer but he was already gone. Instead she was greeted with her vision acting in rogue and the floor of the roof disappearing with the inside of the complex taking its place. This was not helping her so she flew upwards several feet to see if she could spot the masked man and the sound of glass shards breaking was enough to startle the young alien rendering her to blink cautiously.
Soon enough with hard concentration Kara's sight was restored but she immediately forced her orbs into action once again to help her see what was now going on through the hallways of the next residency.
Steve did not hesitate to charge head on into the wooden doors that led to several business offices and lounges with his shield. Nick had been shot by an unknown as he wasn't going to stop his pursuit for as long as the killer was in his sights just above the upper floor. When the dead-end slash window came up just after charging through the last door Steve jumped straight through it while bringing his shield up to protect his face.
He rolled with his shoulder as soon as he hit the ground and launched the disk at the unknown adversary in rage only for seconds to pass and the masked killer caught the unbreakable metal on the last breath effortlessly with his mechanical arm. Intern the Winter Soldier spun on his heel and launched it right back at the First Avenger with ease. Steve focused and caught his weapon of choice with his torso and arms but when he looked up, the metal armed man was gone.
A sniveling coward was the only title Kara could give as she watched the Assassin disappear underneath a bronze colored hole at the bottom of the civilized streets. A deepened urge to drag this inhabitant from his comforting dark path built up inside her conscience. If she did so however, she would only risk exposing herself which could only lead authority figures to assume false accusations. With her eye brows furrowed Kara brought a skeletal palm to her face only for it to slowly be consumed by her cerulean blood and flesh topped with skin and fingernails. Now all she stared at several feet up from where she floated in place was the renowned fighter with the crimson based shield. He gazed past the open trees and streets beyond him with a worried expression.
Kara continued to hold in her breath when the man turned around, leaped off the edge, and ran down to where he had come from, disappearing into the broken glass hole he erupted from no too long ago after a certain jump.
This sure was another nightly event that would forever scar the Kryptonian's memories. What about all that had happened? Just what exactly was she going to do from here on? There truly was no safe place. After all, this was a home to these primitives. It was only natural that their nature was anything but normal. To make sure that the situation was under control Kara quickly flew back to the complex that had the wounded leader only to have an entire fleet of militarized men and women appear as soon as she concentrated her peripheral seeing. They were working quickly to clear the area and spread the dark-skinned man's body onto a lean bed carrier. Soon enough the man with the shield arrived the same way he left and immediately pulled out a small communication device, his face becoming absolute worry.
Due to the intention of multitasking with her abilities Kara was able to hear a Women on the other end of the Captain's line when he held his device up to his ear. It was the same sound that had been radiant all night, distress. Soon enough the authorities left carrying the man away and the place became empty and quiet as it was before this absurdness partook in history.
The distinctive cerulean crimson lights did not fall to the ignoring of Kara, causing the alien to float just several feet beyond the residencies to see the uniformed group packing their leader into an odd shaped infirmary unit that appeared to be grounded considering sirens blared barbarically as it sped down the road with not just the dark-skinned man but the soldier with his disk as well along with medics issuing a breathing dispenser over a certain one's face.
The more the unit dispatched across yards the more of Kara's conscience began to battle with her heart.
"Stay on your path, this does not concern you…they do not know you, stay on your path."
The more she repeated herself the more worry Kara grew. Whoever this Assassin was that still ran amuck among this monumental city was out for blood. Whoever these operatives were, especially the peculiar soldier she witnessed, stood out from society. It caught her attention even more and the worry only rose by the second. Why had she been born with a compassionate side? This trait was not helping her case. Deep down Kara wanted to assure that everything was really going to be okay. But following could be a risky tactic.
And following was her ultimate decision. Certainly not her brightest, but ultimate decision none the less. Kara Zor El was never one to stand and watch as ones who are truly desperate are suffering, especially how she always had to find out what would become of those who have fallen victim to help.
As she tailed the transporter through the air Kara's vision caught the sound of a loud engine roaring through the stone path as she tilted her head to spot a smaller slick obsidian speedster that was grounded just like the rest of the transporters in the stone terminals.
After a well long pursuit with the equivalency of feeling an eternity the ambulance came to its destination and Steve quickly jumped out from the back to give the paramedics the space to do their work with Nick, who had several monitor wires hooked up to his broad chest. He had called Natasha back when they were clearing out his destroyed apartment, God she did not take the news well. The soldier wouldn't be surprised if she was right on the ambulance's trail. The Black Widow stopped for nothing until her goal was done and right now she needed to be here for Nick, the aging man who eventually gave her a purpose again since her flee from her old life.
There it was again. Another thankful moment for being night time on the western hemisphere. Kara had successfully managed to follow them to the infirmary, a rather odd infirmary. But the questioned remained why was she thankful it was the evening? For the times Kara had to see through a glass widow of the medical rooms while slowly levitating. And each one she viewed was not bringing her any step closer to finding the leader and his loyal soldier. That was of course until she observed in one room that made her throat tense by simply staring. The emerald dressed physicians and medics helped bring in a lean bed chamber that had a matching fabric blanket over a figure, with the soldier and two women walking in beside him, all with the same wounded and traumatized face.
It could not be.
The Women with the red hair reached out with a shaky hand towards the figure's covered torso and pulled the fabric back just enough to reveal the one-eyed man's face with the life drained out of him. The soldier and the women with the tied up dark brown hair did their best to maintain a stoic figure but the smaller women had a different expression. Although still strong, Natasha demonstrated her hurt through her eyes. The procedure had been done, but it was not enough to save Nick Fury's life.
Kara stiffened her lips from the image through the glass, she kept her posture so she would not be seen through the night. the three comrades held it together and Kara now found herself respecting them despite never once meeting any of them. The two inside along with herself saw as the red-haired beauty brought a palm up and placed it on the forehead of the one that lied in the bed.
Only Kara saw the faint quiver in Natasha's lips.
The spy turned around and took off towards the exit of the quarters followed by the exit of the taller women leaving through another direction with her head low. The soldier made the quick move to follow Natasha.
Soon the room was filled with nothing but silence with the dead leader resting for eternity. Without thinking twice Kara eyed the useless seal on the corner of the glass and dug her index and middle finger into it, breaking it with a clink and sliding the glass to the side knowing that it would break had she made another foolish attempt to move it up or down. The Kryptonian entered through her controlling gravity and placed her boots on odd smooth like ground. Tapping into her power she looked straight through the walls all around her to assure herself that no one was coming. Her hands did clench when she spotted the smaller women and the taller man at the end of a hall talking to each other while the field operatives were just up ahead of them.
The alien had little time to spare.
Kara gazed upon the man who was at peace. She did not know him. Nor did she ever think of wanting to know him even if he had survived but Kara saw this man for what he was. It might have been too quick to judge but in the beauty's opinion this man did fight for a cause. He had followers working at his side who stood loyal to him to his very death. He had to have had great respect.
And respect was what Kara was going to give him.
Slowly reaching for the fabric Kara pulled the cloth over his head to fully bury him to indicate his stasis and gentle got down to a knee, her cape falling to the floor the more she lowered.
"I beg as a lone soul of your creation, that you bless this being for even if he was unaware of your existence. Great Rao above let your light shine upon him. Have your will be done. For only you know of our fates. Great Rao if you allow it, so it begins."
It was small prayer, yes it was. But it was the best she could do for this inhabitant. The only thing she could do.
Taking precaution to make sure she was still alone in these quarters the alien breached through the walls with her vision once again only to find the hallway emptier than it was before. With of course the exception of the soldier and his female comrade. They continued to discuss for as long as they could before the women turned on her heel and aggressively marched away from the broad male.
Kara's vision would have stilled been honed on the red head if not for the paused expression of the man who now stood alone. She eyed his gesture as he pulled out a familiar device out of his leggings.
The non-ordinary data crystal. One of the potential main causes of all of this. And it was in his very hand. Just what exactly was on that memory saver?
The well-dressed gentleman contemplated for a moment and Kara observed carefully as he made his decision to eye the machine in front of him and break the seal with his own fingers as well before sliding in the data carrier into several packages on rusted shelves. That being set and done the soldier closed the glass, turned to his right and quickly marched down the hallway, eagerly speeding to leave these premises.
He had left it. He had just left it, hoping that it would be kept there as a hiding resort.
Kara was not through. The data crystal played a major role in this chain of events. An atrocious chain of events. If she had the potential to do something. Then she would. She could take it, destroy it, and leave a heartless Assassin and whatever sniveling lackeys he was working for in shame. Without any of them or anyone knowing it was her who did it. She could do it.
Natasha had waited for the moment when she turned around the corner. She of all people knew Steve was a terrible liar, his face said it all. Just before the death of her true mentor, Nick had gone to see the man out of time for a certain reason. And she was going to find out. Starting by retrieving the hard drive she saw Steve sneak into the vending machine. It seemed simple. There was no task too big or too small for the dangerous women. Initiate, grab, and retreat.
She fought the urge to slap herself. Just what the hell was wrong with her? Grabbing a flash drive out of a snack dispenser wasn't something to get all tactical about. A freaking middle schooler could pull it off.
Or so her brilliant mind thought.
The Black Widow retreated from sight when she heard the door handle to Nick's room jitter rapidly. it took a literal second for her to pull out the customized shuriken out of her boot that divided into four as she spun them professionally in her fingers, knowing well that she would never cut herself. Whoever was in Nick's room was certainly not Maria, Natasha had seen her leave with Steve along with Brock and his agents. And there definitely was no Doctor or Nurse in there. No one had been in since they left.
Now she truly had a reason to be tactical. Whoever was coming out was going to get a knife-like star in their eyes. She had four shots but she always came prepared. She had four M-48 Combat Tooth Picks in her concealed belt, two for throwing, two for close combat, and two repulsor shots. One built into her watch and the other on her Stark watch courtesy of Pepper giving her a whole set of them. Of-course she could not forget the titanium wire she always carried around a shoelace, when she wasn't wearing her gauntlets that is.
The jittering of the heavy door handle only forced Natasha to focus harder and after thinking of many ways this could go down, the door finally opened. The results were not as expected.
The Spy was hardly ever wrong at times with her predictions, here she thought someone like a professional intel of H.Y.D.R.A. or maybe even the Winter Soldier himself would show up to ensure the job was done, and not anything per say anyone that came out through the door.
So what exactly was a girl somewhere around her height doing in this hospital? It wasn't so much as what she was doing that caught Natasha's attention considering the girl just around the corner was busy focusing on how the heavy door was used with a curious face, but what she was wearing. She had perfectly golden hair, that much was known, her face was remarkably young like that of a college student fresh out of high school. A leotard would be the only thing to describe her outfit but Natasha didn't confirm it just yet due to the red and blue fabric appearing as though it was made of sleek metal or enforced Kevlar. The girl wore long crimson boots giving her one or two inches more in height with metal matching cuffs around her knees resembling diamonds. The cape that was almost too big for her caused Natasha to furrow a brow. Why was she wearing a cape?...could it be?
Another Asgardian?
Natasha took this moment to put some thought into it.
No.
If there was one thing that almost all Asgardians had in common was their tremendous figure in built and height. Not just for Males, but females. Thor was obviously an example along with Lady Sif who had come to Midgard once while the Avengers were having a gathering in Tony's newly constructed home in Malibu after the whole Extremis incident that S.H.I.E.L.D. was never involved in. God that women was a giant. Here she thought Pepper was the tallest women she had ever encountered even without her four inched heels, but Sif could pretty much rest her head on the CEO's head with a hunch. They all had a good laugh when Tony had purposely spilled wine on the floor prompting Natasha to slip and Sif catching her by her underarms and lifting her up the way a Mother would lift their child into the air.
But this young Women, was almost petite if not for the minor tone of her biceps, legs, and hint of abdominals around her stomach through the rare fabric prompting Natasha to flex her eight pack through her shirt and jacket.
The last thing that came into view was the red and yellow "S" she held directly on her tiny broad chest. A symbol that the Black Widow had never seen in her life.
The red head kept her distance when the blonde finished tampering with the door as though it was the most important and fascinating contraption in the universe and made her way to the vending machine, causing the deadly killer's heart beat to rise. It only rose higher when the caped blondie placed her hands on the glass barrier between the snack and slid it to the side.
Was she after the disk drive? The devil answered when snacks began to fall off the shelves one by one due to the girl picking them off with a flick of her wrist. Natasha's held her breath when a blue sleeved arm dug around the pink Hubba Bubba chewing gum, the hard drive that Fury had given to Steve was now in the pam of this unknown. Where did this girl come from? Why did she want it? she wasn't H.Y.D.R.A. that much was certain, but what did that "S" mean?
Natasha was not going to take the risk of having her walk away while in pursuit. She spun the multiple shuriken back into one while sliding, sliding it into her boot and calmly pulling out her black combat toothpicks, concealing them in her sleeves the way Ezio Auditore would, who could blame her? One of her favorite games that was still in the roots. She did not know this girl but like she said earlier.
No risks.
The Black Widow assumed a crouch and made her way around the corner to where she was just behind the girl. She would not kill her, for the sake of being in a hospital with empty halls but she had to take the measures if so. Even with booted heals Natasha was silent while staring at the women's caped back. the latter however, was not unaware.
Kara slowly raised her head up while looking through the faded reflection. The red-haired women stood behind her! Quickly on her thinking Kara slid the data crystal in her sleeve and turned around to find the inhabitant staring directly at her with a hard gaze while no longer crouching.
The Last Kryptonian had been spotted by the World's Deadliest Human, her heart was pumping more blood into her streams than it should. The Human's face didn't change when she eyed the floor littered with snacks.
"You know, for someone your age, you surely don't care for treats." Natasha kicked a honey bun with her foot away while now giving a traditional killing smirk. Kara did not understand a single sentence. She just stood still. Her legs tingled when the red-haired beauty leaned forward and clasped Kara's hand, staring at the bulge that was in the wrist sleeve. The materials, unlike anything she ever felt.
"I'm gonna need this back okay? You can't keep it, there are bigger things at stake here. Trust me when I say you don't wanna get involved." This proved pointless when the girl tilted her head to the side and took her wrist back from the primitive's grip.
"Hey, I'm dead serious. You don't know what you're dealing with. You can get a bullet in your skull from having this and it's not gonna be from me. I know what's going on. You need to trust me, give it here." The blondie's eyebrows furrowed. What in Rao's name was this female saying? Precautions rose when the Human's face became grim.
"I'm losing my patience with you. I can and will take it either way, give it here! Don't you have a dorm to be in?" this was becoming a situation where Natasha's poor ways of talkative negotiations weren't worth shit as usual. Not only was this girl refusing to speak, but also refusing to give up important classified information.
"You forced my hand." Natasha was going to do what she did best but her reflexes were nothing special compared to what this girl did. When the red head reached for the pressure point in the hand of the younger women her entire palm was consumed in an iron grip, not a painful one, but none the less an iron grip. She tried to do her best to break free but it felt as if though her hand had been handcuffed to a cement wall. Reacting on instinct Natasha brought a long agile leg up to strike the side of the golden locks only for that appendage to be caught too. The thing that shocked the Black widow most was the fact that she did not see this girl's reflexes at all, one second she had her hands almost close to her sides, then the next second both her arms were locked onto her appendages. Damn this girl was strong!
The years of brutalized training payed off for the spy showed no pain despite the emotion in her eyes. Kara caught this and immediately let go while catching the human in her arms to set her down.
"Please, forgive me! I am being honest, harming you was not my intention!"
Natasha's mouth became a gape as the girl covered her mouth with her fingers in shock.
"What the hell was that?!"
Again, the spy's protests were ignored and instead Kara helped Natasha stand properly again on her two legs, going so far as to scrape imaginary dust off her lime green jacket.
Kara raised her head to look past Natasha with a face of realization and turned her head left, secretly hearing the footsteps that were coming just behind the doors of the next hallway. Natasha followed the same gesture and before she knew it, the girl headed right back into the room containing the deceased Director, the red head followed judging by the image of authorities coming into view through the square glass windows on the doors. When she entered she lowered her head upon seeing Nick with his body completely engulfed in the sheet but raised it when she saw the women approach the open window. So that was how she got in. The spy spun her blades out of her sleeves before inserting them back into her belt.
"Hey!" Kara stopped when the unreadable calling reached her ears. She turned around to see the fighter pointing a finger at her.
"I know you still have it. just give it and you can go back to whatever you do in your daily life." Natasha was getting annoyed of the girl and her head tilts of confusion, but at least it was a perfect indication that this girl didn't speak English better worse understand it. Her voice almost sounded like Sumerian if not for the odd clicking sounds coming out of her throat synchronizing with each non-readable syllable.
Kara looked behind Natasha as if something was there before slowly but generously extending a hand out to her.
The Black widow was lost for words or gestures. The mysterious girl was offering her to come with her. But where? Natasha picked up the pace when the blondie creased her fingers for her to hurry up. and to no one's amazement, the human was complying.
Of-course she was, one of the main reasons was because she still had the hard drive, something she was not going to leave without. It was just two important. The other was because the spy needed to find a way out, things were already looking suspicious.
The human was now in front of the Kryptonian, the alien still waiting on the offer. Taking risks as usual Natasha stretched her hand to calmly take Kara's. She debated on whether to act fast and take the hard drive but it was a stare, one stare into the Kryptonian's eyes that told Natasha to trust her. Why the hell would she trust someone she had just met better none a college preppy? She didn't know but it was the same pure of heart eyes that made Natasha think that everything was going to be alright.
Or so she thought.
It all happened too fast. Natasha's boots were no longer on the hospital room floor but in the air as Kara grabbed her by the waist and flew out the window with the human quickly comprehending the situation.
The caped girl was no college preppy.
They were over sixty feet in the air, the girl held Natasha but who was holding the girl? The spy looked down to see the vast parking lot and streets and put two and two together with wide eyes. They were moving, they were flying!
"What the hell is going on?!
A/N: Phewww the struggle I had writing this! I'm just glad I could do it. That's a wrap here my 33 followers. I know it's a bit shorter than my last one, but don't worry, heavy action will commence in the next chappy. Ya'll should know if watched The Winter Soldier back in 2014:) Anyway hope you guys liked it, way better than having to wait another two months or three. Stay tuned!