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Monsters - Taylor Phelan
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Monsters
If you're up tonight I'll search through the darkness to find you
I've arranged for the moon to guide you from here on out.
The stars will act as your nigh defense.
The sun comes in when the evening ends.
And while I journey through the closet where the monsters live,
I swear that I'll be back again.
Stepping through the door of the helicarrier gave Becca a different feel from the last time she was there. Those few months ago when herself and Natasha were fighting against Clint without knowledge of it. The difference now was first off it was actually filled with workers this time and second they were fighting against Clint but this time he didn't know it.
Glancing over her shoulder, Becca found Steve and Bruce still following Natasha and herself, but their eyes were drawn to one element after another. There was always a lot to take in when SHIELD was involved. The quad followed the path through the interlocking doors towards the Bridge where the control room of the aircraft with stationed. They each split off on their own in the rather large room. Becca took the opportunity to go to the audio controllers, and grabbed her own in-ear to understand everything that was going on.
"All systems operating." Agent Maria Hill announced from her control station. "SHIELD Emergency Protocol 193.6 in effect. We are at level, sir."
Director Fury nodded, standing on his platform at the center of the bridge. Able to keep an eye on everything around him. "Good. Let's vanish."
"Engage retro-reflection panels." Hill commanded the needed agents. At that the Helicarrier became camouflage in the sky. No one being able to locate them.
Nick Fury finally turned around to greet the newest edition. "Gentlemen." He nodded to Steve and Bruce.
Steve, who had been looking around in awe since he stepped foot on the carrier, pulled out of ten dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to the Director. Clearly something between the two of them that no one else understood. He noticed Becca's raised eyebrow at the interaction and just shook his head for her.
"Doctor, thank you for coming." Fury walked over to truly try to make Bruce welcome here, with a handshake and all.
The Doctor hesitated but shook his hand anyways. "Thanks for asking nicely." The man clearly had no desire to be here but he was doing it anyways. "So, um...how long am I staying?"
"Once we get our hands on the Tesseract, you're in the wind."
"Where are you with that?"
Fury pointed to Coulson, letting him explain. "We're sweeping every wirelessly accessible camera on the planet. Cell phones, laptops." Coulson crossed his arms, head turning to all the Agents sitting in front of them who was currently working on it. "If it's connected to a satellite, it's eyes and ears for us."
"That's still not gonna find them in time." Natasha checked the progress on the computer she was nearest to.
"This is also Clint we're talking about." Becca's fingers twisted in front of her. "The number one person who can fall off the grid like that." She snapped her fingers.
"You have to narrow your field." Bruce interjected, before turning back to Fury. "How many spectrometers do you have access to?"
Fury shrugged. "How many are there?"
"Call every lab you know. Tell them to put the spectrometers on the roof and calibrate them for gamma rays. I'll rough out a tracking algorithm, basic cluster recognition. At least we could rule out a few places." He pulled his blazer off and rolled up his sleeves, clearly finally getting into the problem at hand. "Do you have somewhere for me to work?"
"Agent Romanoff, could you show Dr. Banner to his laboratory, please?"
Natasha nodded, starting the path towards the lab with him following. "You're gonna love it, Doc. We got all the toys."
"I mean, if it's not too much trouble."
"No. No, it's fine."
Becca snorted from the computer station she had set herself up at. She couldn't just wait around anymore, so she had decided to start getting to work herself. But the conversation that she had been overhearing between Coulson and Steve was too awkward not to listen in on.
"It's a vintage set. It took me a couple of years to collect them all." Coulson gushed while Steve just stood there, arms crossed letting the man continue. "Near mint. Slight foxing around the edges, but-"
"We got a hit!" Agent Jasper Sitwell announced, alerts sounding off on the computers. "A 67% match. Wait. Cross match, 79%." Loki's picture the only one coming up on the screen as an alert.
The brunette spy's head popped up from her computer so fast she was surprised she didn't get dizzy at the news.
"Location?" Coulson stalked over to check out the match.
"Stuttgart, Germany. 28 Königstrasse. He's not exactly hiding."
Becca immediately closed her interface and started searching the address. "There is a gala happening at the museum tonight."
"What's it for?" Fury asked her, coming to stand behind his agent to watch her work.
"Umm, a Doctor Heinrich Schäfer." She searched the name to learn more about the man. "He's a nuclear scientist and the guest speaker this evening."
"So they want to use him for the Tesseract."
Becca looked up at her Director with wide eyes. "Not necessarily."
Fury studied her for a second with confusion. "Meaning?"
"Meaning, Loki's the only one coming to light. Schafer works at the Nuclear Science and Technology. At his own institute, which just so happens to be just around the corner. They're using this as a distraction."
"How sure are you?"
"I'm going to take a wild guess Clint will be at that institute getting something they need for the Tesseract. No one will notice because Loki will be taking the attention." She chanced a glance around her to see if anyone had any other theories, but there was nothing. "I'd rather be safe and be wrong, then let it go and be right."
"Fine." Directory Fury agreed with her, willing to try anything at this point. "Captain, Bex. You're both up."
Becca nodded, taking one last glance at the screen before walking up the stairs to meet Steve on the higher floor. She gestured her head to the left, gearing Steve to follow her down the hallway. Her nerves were more of a jumbled mess then she was expecting. This was different than any mission she had been sent out on before. This time she was tracking a confidant.
Steve stayed a step behind her, his own head going through a maze of emotions. He knew agreeing to this was the first step of getting back into his life, but actually putting on the uniform, that was going to truly put everything into perspective. It was time to toughen up and get back into the headspace that would get him back through a war.
"This is you." Becca's voice was low, stopping outside of one of the artillery rooms. Just a glance inside and she could see the red, white, and blue standing bright in the background against the usual grey and black decor.
Steve only nodded, hands stuffed in his front pockets again. His jaw clenched, eyes focused on the closed door to the left where she stopped in front of. His eyes were subdued, something she had taken notice to over the few hours now that they had been on the Helicarrier. She was beyond aware of how big this step was for him, just more than any step they had walked up before.
"Okay," she rubbed her hands on her shorts, sweaty with nervous, "I'll see you out on the deck." Not knowing what else to do, or say, she turned around and started back down the hallway.
"Becca." The man called out softly, grabbing her attention before she could get to far away. She turned automatically on her toes to come back to him. "I...I just wanted…" He stuttered out his words, gaining an encouraging smile from her to go on. Damn, that smile was truly starting to ruin him. "I wanted to say something, some type of encouragement or something, but I am blanking on what to say at this moment."
She chuckled with him, shaking her head. "You still have such a way with words even after a few months of knowing each other." Becca looked up at him, their usually height difference not affecting her as much as usual. It was actually kind of comforting. "But I get it. You don't have to say more."
He nodded again, his eyes tracing over her delicate face. "It's just, once I walk in there," he pointed at the door, "I'm no longer just Steve Rogers anymore. And you, you have been nothing but helpful and receptive and patient with everything that I have rested on you." His throat catching, not one that usually opens up like this, but there just was something about Rebecca. "I just hope that doesn't change with you after this."
"It won't." She shook her head, eyes almost pleading with his own to know that she wouldn't budge that trust they had formed. And him standing there, confessing his feeling in the best of his ability, chipping down that wall, just made her overall lie feel like a pillar standing on top of her. "I need you to do the same for me."
His eyes narrowed, the usual dip in his forehead there to show his deep thought. "Of course, Becca. What does-"
"Just promise me. Promise me you won't hate me later on."
"Is this about last night? Whatever it was you wanted to talk about?"
Becca's head dropped to stare at the floor. His brown boots clean compared to her scuffed black ones. A contract difference but had similarities. So much that was their relationship. "I will tell you everything later. I just need you to not hate me when you find out."
As she finally looked back up at him, he didn't understand what it was that could be so bad. So bad that she thought he could push her away that easily. But it was very clearly affecting her, so all he could do was nod to let her calm those nerves. "I promise."
The brunette dipped her head in a thank you before turning back around and walking away. This time not stopping, because she knew if she did the words that have been sitting on the front of her tongue would come falling out. But there was no time for that, they had a major problem to deal with.
She took a few more turns down the hallways before finding her own locker room of sorts. Surprise evident on her face at finding her companion on the other side. "You coming with?"
Natasha turned over her shoulder at the words, pausing only slightly as she finished zipping up her suit. "Playing backup on the jet. You know, incase your ass gets kicked."
"Hilarious." Becca found her gear, stowed away in the right side corner with 'Bex' labeled across the top. "How's Banner doing? Settling in finally?"
"The most you can, after being bombarded to help SHIELD. The usual."
"The usual." The younger of the two women murmured back, starting to replace her street clothes with her suit.
The russian pulled her shorter hair out of the suit collar, turning to finally get a good look at her friend after several months. She had noticed the edge that she had been tipping since stepping foot on the carrier. She just didn't know if it had been there for awhile or had just happen since the revelation of their third teammate missing. "You going to be able to handle this?"
Becca didn't look up at her where she sat on the bench, tying up her boots. "Absolutely."
"Really? Is that why your fingers have ceased to rest since I've seen you?"
The comment had her stop tying and watch the way her fingers would just move on their own. Clearly this was where she was holding her anxiety. "And here I thought I was holding it together quite well."
"You are." Natasha started putting her artillery in place around her body. "To everyone but me."
"When was the last time you spoke to him?" Becca finished tying her other boot before looking up at the redhead. "I hadn't spoke to him in almost a month."
The assassin contemplated for a second. "A few days ago actually. It was a quick check in. He sounded bored out of his mind." A small laugh coming from both of them, knowing how restless Clint was. "But he was Clint. He was more worried about how I was doing than no matter what question I asked about him."
Clint was one of the most selfless people they had ever met. His life was always the last one he truly cared about. Always trying to make sure everyone else was safe and taken care of. She wondered if that same code of conduct was something he always had or had just started when he became a father. Because he would go through hell for those kids, and all Becca could wish was for him to walk away at the end of this and go back to his family.
"You want to tell me what's going on between you and the Captain?" Natasha changed the subject, needing to get out of that headspace as soon as possible.
"We're friends?" Becca shrugged, putting her own knives, guns, and other equipment in place.
"Yeah, friend who doesn't even know your last name. How did you even go about that?"
"It was easier to gain his trust by just being Steve and Rebecca."
"Is that why he was following you around and hanging on your every word?"
She rolled her eyes, just giving her on overly bright smile full of sarcasm. "It's so good to have you back, Tasha."
The two girls finished getting suited up before heading out onto the deck, finding Coulson out there waiting for them for final instructions. He explained to Becca how she would be searching for Clint while Steve would go after Loki, with Natasha using the blasters on the jet. His voice all of the sudden stopped though, jaw dropping, and eyes wide looking past them. This gained the two girl's attention and looked back to find what his infatuation had turned to.
Becca understood immediately. The sight before her was all of those things and now she understood why Steve had said those words to her a bit ago. Quite honestly, the time she had known Steve now it never fully processed in her that she would one day see him as Captain America. But now, completely decked out in the red, white, and blue suit she was really seeing the famous hero in the flesh. It was a sight to behold, especially with the shield attached to his arm.
"Captain." Coulson was the first to speak up as he finally was standing next to the trio. "Ready."
Steve only nodded, feeling everyone's eyes in the vicinity on him. The persona that was, for him at least, only a couple months ago coursing through his body again. The mantel that was held high on his shoulders.
Coulson finished the few last things before sending the three onto the jet, along with Pilot Clarkson who would flying them. Natasha took her spot as second next to him while Becca and Steve took their spots in the back, much like how they had a few hours ago to get there. The jet took off and the passengers were silent while they were leveling out in the sky.
"You said you weren't going to act different."
Becca's eyes found Steve's after taking a bit to understand his words. She had been staring down at his shield, entranced by how shiny the item actually was. "I'm not."
"You've been staring since I walked out." His voice was low so only they could hear the conversation.
"You're one to talk, so have you." She countered back. She had felt his eyes on her as well as she was making sure everything they needed was there before take off. At this point though she had become use to his eyes following her around. She took it as him just wanting to be sure of where she was going as a precaution. In an odd way it made her feel safe and more important to him than she would know.
Her words brought a small blush that fell against his neck, raising past his uniform but stopping under the cowl. "My apologies."
"Nothing to apologize for." She gave him that chest squeezing smile, wanting to imprint it in his soul.
It wasn't long before Clarkson announced their arrival, letting Becca know he was going to drop her to the roof next to the institute. Becca worked on adjusting the rope attached to the back of the jet while clipping the end of it onto her belt. As the plane soundlessly hovered over the building, Becca pushed the button allowing the back gate to lower.
"Be careful." Steve stood behind her, there to pull the rope back up when she had landed.
"Always, Captain." She gave him a wink before allowing her weight to drop her off the back. It was only a few seconds before Becca had landed on the roof. She unhooked the rope before giving him a thumbs up that she was sure he could see from the sky. She watched as they flew away, leaving her to get to it.
Glancing to her right she found the institute's building begin and wrap around. She ran across the cement, taking a look over the side as she went. That's when something caught her eye, stopping dead in her tracks. Two guards, armed with sniper guns layed on the ground. Most noticeably with an arrow sticking out of both of their chests. A sort of hope flashed through her chest knowing she was right. Clint was here. Now she had to figure out if he still was or not.
Taking a look around she saw workers still walking about back and forth inside, oblivious of what was going on around them. Trying to understand the path Clint took, Becca noticed a side door a bit down and figured that was his entrance and exit. Seeing no other option, Becca pulled her zipline off her belt and suctioned it to the side of the building before rope walking down. Once her feet were on solid ground she clicked the button on the line and the suction traveled back down and reattached to her belt.
The spy ran over to the door, noticing there was no handle only a retinal scanner on the left side. There was no way for her to open the door without the eye print of someone who worked there. As she contemplated her next action the sound of voices and movement broke the quiet from the other side of the door. Becca quickly rushed to her left, finding an alcove that she could hide in to see who was coming out.
Peaking out she saw Clint along with two other men with him. Most noticeably was the 3 foot long cylinder in Barton's arms. She let her back rest against the wall, waiting for them to take a step past her so she could attack. Once the last man walked by she immediately attacked. Bex grabbed him by the elbow turning him around. The surprise was enough for her to uppercut him in the throat, a sharp elbow to the ribs, and a knee to the groin which gave her momentum to flip him over her knee to fall flat on his back.
It took until the man landing to finally grab the full attention of the other two. She pulled out her gun while the other man did as well.
"What do you got there, Clint?" Her eyes flashed back and forth between all the men, seeing who was going to attack first.
"You know her?" The man holding the gun asked the archer next to him.
Clint merely stared her down with such bright blue eyes that she had ever seen. They weren't the normal blue, they were almost supernatural looking. But it was the same color as the other men as well she noticed. Clearly part of the mind control. He still didn't say anything, just pushed the cylinder into the man's arm.
"Get out of here. I'll take care of her." He grumbled out. His voice even seemed deeper.
She continued to aim the gun as the man on the ground got up and started running down the alley away from them. Bex took that moment to shoot out the guy holding the part's knee. After the shot, Clint had enough time to jump forward and knock the gun out of her hand. She took his forward advance as a chance to punch his jaw where he just grabbed her arm right after.
The mentor and mentee grappled back and forth for a few seconds before both breaking it after going nowhere, clearly each knowing the other's moves. "Clint, you got to wake the hell up. Loki is using you."
Her words were found on deaf ears as he advanced on her again taking a swipe across her abdomen where he found contact, but she retaliated with a knee to the chin. She moved forward to kick out his head, but he was quicker and grabbed her legs, picking her up in a circle to throw her body down on the concrete, officially halting her for the moment.
Clint didn't even look at her again before heading down the alley to leave her there. She gained enough strength to pick back up the gun from earlier and pulling her own body off the hard ground.
"Didn't think Hawkeye was one to back away from a fight!" Her words gaining hesitation in his body to stop and turn around. With that turn he finally pulled the bow from his back. "Clint, don't make me do this! Please!" Becca yelled, the gun pointed at his chest.
He didn't say anything. He had yet to address her, just stared her down with those menacing neon blue eyes. All he did was pull an arrow from his quiver, his moves slow and precise. Clint carefully placed the arrow on the bow.
It was the slowest Becca had ever seen him move and it was making her more and more uneasy. She was trying, she really was, to keep herself under control but this is much more personal than she was expecting.
"Put it down, Clint. Just snap out of it. It's me!" She finally pulled the safety back. Her eyes filled with tears as she watched the one person that has always had her back in everything she's done point an arrow at her head. "PUT IT DOWN, CLINT!"
The next thing she knew was that he shot the arrow and she pulled the trigger.
Becca's scream ripped through the air, no doubt alerting anyone who was in a mile radius. The used gun shaking in her hand as she looked down at where the pain was coursing from her body, seeing the arrow lodged in her thigh. She looked up, breathing to the point of panic, to see Clint pulling himself off the ground holding his chest. He unwedged the bullet from the bulletproof vest he had underneath, looking at her still with zero emotion. The archer simply threw the bullet on the ground and ran off to the van that held his two helpers, knowing full well she couldn't follow in this position.
As she watched them drive away, the gun fell to the ground. Her hands had begun shaking to a point where she could barely keep a grip. Unbelievable of herself that she had let him get away, but she also knew he was wearing that vest. There was no way she could have actually shot him where it was lethal, and clearly so did he.
That arrow was pointed at her head a second before he let it go. Something changed inside of him right before to change his target.
Carefully, her fingers slowly grazed around the injury and she immediately regretted it. Just the whisper of a touch had her gritting her teeth in pain. Blood painting her fingertips. She didn't know what was worse; that she was injured, that it was Clint, or now she had to call back to get help out of here.
"This is Bex. I need extraction." Becca finally said through her in-ear, trying her best to keep her voice steady as she attempted to put weight on her leg but was only making it worse.
"Bex! Where are you?" Natasha's voice rang through her ear.
"I-I'm in the alleyway...next to where you dropped me." The brunette looked up and down the alley, nobody coming or going.
"Okay, can you get back onto the roof so we can grab you?"
"No...I can't walk."
The other side was silent for a few seconds and it was truly making it weigh even further on her brain that she had failed. Natasha's rasp finally came through. "On our way."
Becca turned her in-ear to off so no one could hear her through the line. As carefully as possible she let herself fall on the ground, hands coming out behind her to hold her weight, keeping her injured leg out straight. Every move screaming through her body. And that's just what she did, she screamed for the sake of letting her emotions getting the better of her.
The tears that had been sitting in her eyes finally started to fall. Through cloudy eyes and shaky hands, Becca pulled out the sharpest knife she owned. It was told to her back when she just began training with Clint that if for any reason she ever was hit by an arrow to not pull the head out. It would only make the injury worse. So instead, as carefully as she possibly could, Becca began cutting off the end to not have it stick out as much. Maybe, just maybe, helping the overall pain from gravity alone.
The sound of a blaster roaring through the sky, that she knew so well, fell into the silence around her. The young Stark was half surprised, half not, when her father came barreling towards her. She didn't look up when Tony landed in his Iron Man suit, just kept her work on the arrow.
"What happen?" His voice rough with concern as soon as the face guard popped open to show him inside.
"Clint shot me." She sniffed away the rest of her tears, not wanting him or anyone to see her broken down. Her teeth gritted hard as she finally cut through the final piece.
"Christ, Bec." Tony bent down on one knee to get a better look at his daughter's injury.
"I'm fine." Her eyes were hard as Becca finally looked at him. She was determined to hold herself together, so much like her father always did. One thing that they shared.
He didn't answer back simply looked over her, finding the red eyes and drawn look over her. Easily telling she was in immense pain, for more ways than one. "Let me get you back to the jet. We've got Loki and need to get him to the Helicarrier."
She only nodded, grabbing her gun and putting it back in the holster. As carefully as possibly he picked her up in his arms and flew them towards the target. The pad was down while the jet hovered in mid air like earlier. Tony landed, walking straight over to gently set his daughter on the seats. Becca had kept her eye close since he picked her up, the pain just exploding through her body. It wasn't until she was firmly in the plane did she open them to look around.
Steve was directly in her eyesight, crouching down immediately to assess what had happen. Her father stood a few steps behind, still keeping safe watch while Natasha kept glancing over her shoulder from her pilot seat. Uneasiness drawn across her face.
But the most unsettling part was the man in the back corner, just resting there staring. This was Loki himself. His entire presences made her nerves stand on end, despite the pain. His eyes were sharp, face pale, and hair black as night. He was the essences of slime but also conniving. This is not was she was expecting of the god. Loki was tightly bound, but she honestly didn't know if that would hold him with what she's heard.
"Bex, what happen?" Steve gently helped her pull her leg out straight so she wasn't putting strain on the muscle.
"Clint was there." She sucked in a tight breath of pain before easing it out. "Him and two others grabbed something from the institute."
"What was it?"
"I don't know. The two ran away but I was able to shoot one before fighting with Clint. Before I knew it he was driving an arrow into my leg."
Steve had taken off his helmet before her arrival and it gave his hands access to run through his hair. He always swept through the front of it she had noticed when he was in a situation he couldn't immediately fix. "I'm okay."
"You are not okay." He sighed, knowing she was going to put up a fight.
"This is the least okay you can get at this moment." Tony finally spoke up behind him.
Her eyes narrowed back and forth between them. "Both of you. I'm fine really."
"You have an arrow sticking out of your leg, I think I'm allowed to worry about my kid." The oldest Stark pulled off his own helmet, gearing in for the flight that would last a bit longer.
With everything that was happening, Becca seemed to have forgotten the fear that she had been playing off of for months now.
"...kid?" Steve asked, eyes glancing back and forth between the two, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Yeah, kid." Tony almost laughed, finding it more than comical but he didn't know the half of it. "What? You didn't put two and two together with her last name being Stark?" He walked over to the cockpit to look out the windshield, leaving the two there.
Neither spoke only stared. This time was so different than any time they had looked at each other before. The usual brow crease was against Steve's forehead, looking at her as if he's never met her before in his life. Her hazel eyes held sorrow. A sorrow she didn't even know how to fix at this given moment.
"Steve." Her words so silent Becca couldn't even tell if he actually heard her.
But he had. His head dropped, followed by a shake of his head. And that was the last time he looked at her. Steve just stood back up and walked away too look out the front himself. All Becca could do was stare at the ground where he just was, feeling smaller than she ever felt before. She never meant to betray his trust. Never. All she wanted was to be the best she could be for him.
The injured girl didn't know how long she was sitting there in her own self-pity before she heard that voice again. She wished it was directed to her but funny enough it was towards her father.
"I don't like it." Steve whispered.
Tony didn't look at him, just continued to stare down Loki. "What? Rock of Ages giving up so easily?"
"I don't remember it being that easy. This guy packs a wallop." Taking his own look back at Loki.
"Still, you are pretty spry for an older fellow." The man clad in the iron suit finally spoke directly to the other man. "What's your thing? Pilates?"
"What?"
"It's like calisthenics. You might have missed a couple of things doing time as a Capsicle."
Becca had been watching the interaction on limited breath. The tension had mounted so close to the top she was surprised everyone was still standing. But as she watched her father start to play games with Steve, she could feel the anger rising inside of him.
Steve just stared him down, not surprised in the slightest by his actions. "Fury didn't tell me he was calling you in."
"Yeah, there's a lot of things Fury doesn't tell you." Tony's own stare boarding in.
Out of nowhere, thunder and lightning began surrounding them from everywhere around the plane. "Where is this coming from?" Natasha saying what everyone was thinking. The lighting so close now that it was rocking them back and forth.
Becca bit her tongue as the movements shook her leg, but what she really took notice of was Loki who had changed his character when the storm started. The once confidence had now turned into apprehension.
"I didn't think you of all people would be scared of lightning." Her words were jaggard as she spoke to him. Overall annoyed because he was specifically the reason there was an arrow lodged in her leg and blood slow soaking through her pants.
"I'm not overly fond of what follows." Loki's eyes glancing each way, almost expecting something else.
In that moment, something had landed directly on top of them, making the entire jet shake but kept moving. Tony and Steve both grabbed their helmets to prepare for what was about to come.
"What are you doing?" Steve questioned, watching Tony open the back gate again.
As the landing dropped another person fell from above upon. All Becca could make out was a red cape, long blonde hair, and giant hammer. As Tony moved forward to blast him, the man used the hammer to knock Tony back, taking Steve with him.
That's when it all snapped in place with who he was. "Thor!" Becca's voice brought her own thunder through the aircraft, grabbing the god's attention for a moment. His eyes watched her with curiosity for a split second before grabbing Loki by the neck and flying the two of them out of the plane.
"And now there's that guy." Tony finally pulled himself off the ground.
"Another Asgardian?" Natasha yelled from the front where her and Clarkson were trying to keep the airline under control.
"That guy's a friendly?" Steve countered back.
"Yes!" Becca yelled, hating that she physically couldn't do anything to help.
"Doesn't matter." Tony argued, stalking to the end of the landing. "If he frees Loki or kills him, the Tesseract's lost."
"Stark, we need a plan of attack!" The Captain tried to get some type of knowledge of what was going on.
"I have a plan. Attack." And with that, Iron Man flew out the back going after the two gods.
Steve shook his head for a quick second before grabbing the parachute next to Becca.
"Steve, hold on." Becca pleaded with him, but he just ignored her.
"I'd sit this one out, Cap." Natasha called from the front, taking notice to what he was doing.
"I don't see how I can."
"These guys come from legend. They're basically gods."
"There's only one God, ma'am." Steve finished strapping himself in. "And I'm pretty sure he doesn't dress like that." He grabbed his shield, stalking to the end of the ramp.
"Be careful!" Becca called out one last time, trying to get something from him. The same words he threw at her earlier. He stopped for a quick second, she almost thought he was going to turn to her, but he jumped off the back into the dark night. There had to be something so poetic about rather than talking to a person you would jump head first out of a plane to get away from them.
I swear I come in peace!
Up Next: Father/Daughter time, she tries to reconcile with Steve, and the fight has just begun.
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