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Believe - Mumford & Sons
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Believe
I don't even know if I believe
Everything you're trying to say to me
So open up my eyes
Tell me I'm alive
This is never gonna go our way
If I'm gonna have to guess what's on your mind
Becca stared at the infirmary ceiling, tired hazel eyes following each track that ran across. She would run them across each horizontal trail before switching to diagonal. She found it therapeutic in a sense. She counted them out, like a dance routine, before moving on to the next. The small square that each line made up would come next, this time going on angles. It took away the chaos that was happening around her and to her. The amount of painkillers was strong enough for her to feel numb. The first time in 48 hours where she couldn't feel the anxiety and dread sitting on her chest.
In a not so subtle way, Tony and Steve had been able to get Thor to agree to bringing Loki back to the aircraft. Something that Becca was very thankful for, because it brought them one step closer to the truth of what was happening. At least what they thought. Immediately upon landing, a stretcher was waiting for her. There was so much commotion she barely even knew what was happening before she was being rolled away from everyone.
"Everything is looking good, Agent Bex." The doctor on the Helicarrier spoke directly to her now, fixing the bandage around her thigh. For the better of the time she was in there, the doctors and nurses were only talking to themselves, like she was a doll they were practicing on. "We're going to be finishing a few more tests, but you should be clear to go in a few minutes."
"How deep is the wound?" Her voice was a deep rasp. It was probably from the deep, guttural screaming she had done but also from holding back tears that had been threatening her eyes.
Dr. Ahner finished the dressing tightly before looking up at the younger girl. "It wasn't deep enough to do any severe damage." The older, black haired women gave her a sympathetic smile that was suppose to ease her worries, but it only made her annoyed. "To keep it that way, you're going to have to stay off of it for days."
"Excuse me!" That statement finally unhazed her mind. She sat up from her reclined position too fast, feeling the muscle pull her stitched wound.
"I mean it, Bex." Dr. Ahner carefully pushed her back to lay down again. It wasn't the first time she had fixed up Becca, so she was prepared for the fight from the get go. Every single time a member of Team Delta was injured, more times than not, they were assigned to her. And every single time that fought her tooth and nail about resting. "We'll get you a pair of crutches."
At the words, Becca's eyes went back to the ceiling to restart her counting not even watching as her doctor left her side. She had failed. She failed her mission and now was out of commission to help on what was to happen next. Becca was a perfectionist. It was just something that ran through her bones with being a dancer. So this was her worst nightmare.
"You going to yell at me again if I ask you how you are?"
Her eyes fell off of the ceiling and down to where her father had entered the room. He was back in his civilian clothes, she had no doubt, charging the suit somewhere on deck. Becca could recall somewhere in her mind him trying desperately to follow her into surgery but was told he needed to wait until she was in recovery.
"I think I'm on too many meds right now to put up a good enough rebuttal."
Tony smirked casually at her remark, arms crossing his chest as his eyes took in the scene before him. He was slightly calmer at the situation than when he had originally came to her rescue. But he also knew how strong his daughter was, and sometimes it was too much for her own good. "You need anything? Water? Food?" She merely shook her head, eyes glazed over. "Sleep?"
"Too much going on to sleep." She just desperately wanted to get out of the care unit and back to doing something worthwhile.
"Well, that doesn't matter. You just got an arrow removed from your leg. There's nothing more you can do."
Becca's eyes narrowed at him. Clearly there was a fight left in her. "Well, you don't have to worry about that because doc says I'm out of commission. So, congrats. You got your way." Tears filled her eyes again, making her turn her head away from him in hopes of hiding the emotions. But Tony knew his daughter more than she assumed.
This is what worried the both of them about working together, individually. They were bound to butt heads over the amount of risking each of them were putting on their lives. But for Tony, this was his daughter. His little girl. She might be a young adult now but that didn't stop him from worrying about everything.
Tony took the last few steps to be beside her now. He gently reached out to soften the wild waves that had formed in her brown hair. "I'm sorry, baby girl." He whispered, keeping the moment between the two even though the nurses weren't paying attention to what was happening around them. He knew she was upset about being pulled out, but also from who did this to her in the first place. "Did he recognize you?"
The younger Stark slowly turned back to him, his hand now cupping her cheek. "I don't know for sure." She spoke faintly, not wanting to break the bubble that seemed to form around them. She hadn't seen her father in so long, so this wasn't the most ideal situation. "Clint...he looked straight at me but didn't say anything to me. He could have killed me-"
"-But he didn't."
"And that's why I think something was off. That arrow was pointed at my head. He had it aimed and ready to go." Becca looked up again, replaying the scene in her head. She didn't know if she could ever get those icy eyes out of her brain. But she was right, he did move the arrow. "He was fighting the control. He had to be." She looked back to Tony. "He's in there fighting."
He nodded, arms coming to cross against his chest again. The arc reactor easily glowing under the button up shirt and tie. There was a lot going on through his own head right now, about as much as anyone on the ship. But one moment from earlier was raising questions in his mind. "So...anything you want to tell me about a previously frozen artifact?"
She rolled her eyes. Explaining the relationship to him was the least of her concern. What she was more worried about was the amount of groveling she knew was going to have to do to try to explain this to Steve. She had never seen his eyes so cold.
"I'm taking it you're more than just acquaintances?" He continued on.
"I've been helping him adjust." It was so much more than that, but Becca didn't have it in her at the moment to explain the situation.
"Helping him adjust but just casually leaving out your last name."
She rubbed her brow line, wishing at the moment there were drugs to knock her out. "It's complicated, okay? But yes. I know he was close with grandpa, I was just trying to help him out."
The father and daughter just stared at each other, both having different reactions of the man. Both of them to be exact. But again, this wasn't the time for them to get into any of their deep family drama. Thankfully, Coulson walked in at the perfect time to officially put an end to this.
"Sorry for interrupting." Phil's eyes reading the tension in the room between the family. "I brought some clothes that Natasha pulled for you. She thought you would be more comfortable in shorts."
Becca smiled at him, accepting the pile. "Like always, she is correct. Thanks for this."
"No problem." He smiled back at his agent, glancing at her injury but he already knew the prognosis. "Everyone is meeting on the bridge to discuss further. Loki is locked away."
"Okay. Let me get changed." Becca carefully sat up and swung her legs off the bed. If she wasn't in increasing pain it would almost be comical to see her now torn uniform pants where they basically had to cut one leg into shorts to get to her injury.
Tony placed a hand on her shoulder, steadying her as she stood up on one foot. "Are you positive you're ready-"
"-Dad. I love you. I appreciate your worry. But let me do my job." Her sickeningly sweet tone had the undertones of 'back the fuck off' in the nicest way possible.
Tony did one last glance over before finally giving in and nodding. The room emptied for her to slowly change out of her bloody clothes and try to make herself as presentable as possible with her current bum leg. And as she sat back down for a second to pull her boots back on, the crutches that sat next to her were almost there to laugh and point. But she grabbed them anyways.
Becca crutched along behind the two older men. They were having their own in-depth conversation from what she could make out about Coulson's relationship with 'the cellist'. Becca knew very little about her, given the information that she was able to pull from Coulson. The things she knew was that her name was Audrey, she played the cello, and she had made him gaga more than the return of Captain America. What really took her by surprise was she didn't know her father was keeping tabs on Phil's life. And that bit of intellect warmed her soul.
The trio finally found their way to the bridge, seeing the rest of the group had been assembled.
"Iridium. What do they need the iridium for?" Bruce asked the group from his spot in the back, pacing back and forth.
"It's a stabilizing agent." Tony spoke up, all of their attention now on the three of them hobbling in. Well, one of them hobbling. The iridium, they found out was what Clint had stolen from the institute.
Phil blushed softly as Tony finished the quiet conversation between the two of them about keeping love alive before separating. The higher agent pulled out the chair next to Natasha, allowing Becca to fall into it before resting the crutches against the butt of the table. She softly thanked him, rolling herself into the table, feeling eyes going back and forth between herself and her father.
"It means the portal won't collapse on itself like it did at SHIELD." Tony continued, walking over to give Thor a friendly hit on the shoulder where he stood at the front of the table. "No hard feelings, Point Break. You've got a mean swing." He simply ignored Thor's face of bewilderment and continued on. "Also, it means the portal can open as wide and stay open as long as Loki wants." Tony stood at Fury's command station, and watched the kid in him come out. "Raise the mizzenmast. Jib the topsails. That man is playing Galaga. He thought we wouldn't notice, but we did. How does Fury even see these?"
"He turns." Hill stood off to the side, arms crossed. Her usual stance against nonsense.
"Sounds exhausting. The rest of the raw materials, Agent Barton can get his hands on pretty easily. The only major component he still needs is a power source of high-energy density. Something to kick-start the Cube."
"When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?"
"Last night." Tony shrugged, looking over everyone. "The packet, Selvig's notes, the extraction theory papers. Am I the only one who did the reading?"
"Does Loki need any particular kind of power source?" Steve asked from his spot sitting at the opposite end of the table away from both of the women.
"He would have to heat the Cube to 120-million Kelvin just to break through the Coulomb barrier." Bruce answered, still pacing.
Tony countered back. "Unless Selvig has figured out how to stabilise the quantum tunnelling effect."
"Well, if he could do that, he could achieve heavy ion fusion at any reactor on the planet."
"Finally, someone who speaks English." The older Stark smiled, going to shake the doctor's hand.
"Is that what just happened?" Steve muttered under his breath at the exchange that was over his head.
Becca snorted at the comment, a small smile finally coming over her face for the first time in a long time now. She looked up hoping to meet Steve's eyes across the table and she did. But they weren't the warmth she had grown so use to. They were lifeless when they connected with hers, the smile falling off her face again just as quickly. He looked away first, turning to see what the two men behind him were up to.
"It's good to meet you, Dr. Banner." Tony's greeting continued. "Your work on anti electron collisions is unparalleled. And I'm a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage-monster."
Bruce pursed his lips but took it in stride. "Thanks."
"Dr. Banner is only here to track the Cube." Fury walked in, obviously hearing what was going on. "I was hoping you might join him."
"I would start with that stick of his." Steve spoke up again. "It may be magical, but it works an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon."
"I don't know about that, but it is powered by the Cube. And I would like to know how Loki used it to turn two of the sharpest men I know into his personal flying monkeys."
"Monkeys?" Thor queried, brown line wrinkled in confusion. "I do not understand."
"I do!" Steve announced, overjoyed by the first time in a long time fully getting something automatically. He looked back and forth over everyone, feeling their eyes on him. Except one pair that use to make things slightly easier. Now, he just felt out of place all over again. "I-I understood that reference."
"Shall we play, Doctor?" Tony ignored the situation and looked back toward his new buddy.
Bruce nodded, gesturing towards hallway. "This way, sir."
Everyone for the most part broke off after that, going about their own work or headspace while Becca and Natasha still sat their, both spies watching everyone's actions.
"This isn't going to end up good." Natasha whispered.
Becca shook her head with pursed lips. "Probably not."
The redhead's gaze went under the table, seeing the bandage covering the other's thigh. "That looks like it's going to be a bitch."
The brunette glanced over confused until she saw her eyes on her injury. "Dr. Ahner says I'm out. I have to keep off it for a couple of weeks."
Natasha couldn't help the dark chuckle, knowing very well the outcome. "How's that going to go for you?"
"If Loki and Clint decide not to be dicks it'll be great."
"Tell me again."
Becca looked over at her confidant with sorrow in her eyes, but all Natasha's read was determination. Becca had already given her the extreme play by play while they were waiting on the jet for the four men to return earlier. She really couldn't bear saying it all over again and keeping her head out of the clouds.
"Tasha, don't do this." Her voice so low now. This conversation was private, and no one else on this ship needed to hear their words. "If I replay the scene one more time I'm going to lose it."
Natasha nodded, upset, but understanding. "I'm going to beat the shit out of him."
Those words were never truer then now. She always threatened it in a joking manner when Clint got on her nerves to an extreme that even she couldn't handle. But now was more.
Becca found her eyes transfixed to a different scene in front of her, that somehow worked. Steve and Thor stood next to each other, arms both crossed, while they talked about something low. It was two men that were very much out of their element but there seemed to be an easiness with them as they talked. It made her chest tighten with happiness for the both of them.
"He was a worried wreck, you know." Natasha told her, watching her eyes drag over him. "He was pacing the entire time until we heard you were out of surgery."
"He's got a funny way of showing it." Becca sighed, seeing the conversation ending and Steve exit the bridge.
"Give him time. I mean he just found out you aren't as sweet and innocent as you seem."
Becca glared over at her with a squint while Natasha just played it off with a simple shrug. "I don't have time to play this out." With only using one leg she managed to pull herself off the chair to the best of her ability, the crutches going under her arms automatically.
"Don't do anything to stupid."
She didn't turn back at that comment, just followed the same path he took out of the room. She took her time down the hallways, getting a better handle of the annoying crutches. She knew she was going to forgo them as soon as possible. It wasn't long until she finally found what she was looking for. Becca stood on the side of the door that lead into the lab that Tony and Bruce had been working in, and now was also joined by Steve. It was easy for her to spy since the entire lab was made up of windows except where the doors were placed, so she just watched.
From the look of her father being nonchalant but cocky and Steve having a hard face of no nonsense, she could pretty much make out what the atmosphere was on the other side of the glass. The only one left was Bruce who seemed to be playing the cautious card. Not that she knew him well enough to determine that.
Before she could make herself known, Steve was turning around and stomping out of the room. Leaning against her crutches, she waited for him to exit, ready to follow him if need be. He didn't even notice her as he walked through the sliding door, immediately going the opposite direction as her.
"Where ya headed?" Her voice determined. She let him have his moment to 'adjust', now it was time to move on.
Steve paused in the hallway, jaw clenching more than it already was from two different Starks. "You spying on me now?" He looked over his shoulder to finally really look at her. "Or have you been doing that since the beginning?"
"If I was spying on you I wouldn't be asking. Also, do you see my mobility at the moment?" Becca gestured, looking ridiculous in her gettup. He didn't say anything again, but was turned to her now, hands holding his belt buckle. It was progress. But after knowing him for the good part of four months, she could see something else was rattling through his brain. Becca had a feeling it had something to do from the conversation he just left. "What is it?"
His eyes found hers again at the deep concern she now held in her voice. Coating over him as it usually did. But that comfort that was once there now felt like chills over his body. And it wasn't something he wished for.
"Can we please put our drama on hold for a second. Let me help you with whatever is going on."
Steve thought about it for a second but finally gave in. "Where is storage?"
She was taken back by the question, not understanding. "Like what kind?"
"Equipment. Probably behind a secured door."
"Steve-"
"-You tell me where it is and I'll let you try to explain yourself."
She wanted to ask why, but she didn't want to let the offer leave the table. Gesturing to her right, the soldier followed the hobbled girl down the maze of hallways. It was a few ways down where no one had any reason to be unless they were security or specifically sent. As they came to the door, Becca pulled out her SHIELD ID for access into the secured room.
"Well, that's a problem." She commented, watching as ACCESS DENIED blinked across the small panel.
"That's fine." Steve moved around her, studying the metal door for a second, before using his super soldier strength to pull the door out of its lock. Sliding it with minimal effort. Becca didn't even know what to say at the effort, utterly shocked for really seeing his strength for the first time. She followed in behind him, both looking over the rows and rows of containers that were each way they looked.
"Want to tell me what we're looking for now?" Crutched over to the first box, she started reading the label to see what was inside it.
"Anything that would involve the tesseract." Steve's focus was going from the first floor to the second, trying to figure out where things would be placed.
"I can look down here, if you want to look up there." She gestured for him. He was uneasy about it, like he didn't want to leave her alone to hide something on him and she saw it. "Have you literally lost all trust with me just because of my last name? Which means absolutely nothing, by the way."
The man turned back to her, real close now. He was towering over her, almost to trying to intimidate her, which wasn't working. "Fine. You want to play truth. What do you know about the tesseract?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what are you and Fury hiding about this situation."
"I know nothing." She pointed hard at her chest, glaring right back at him. "Just because I'm an agent, doesn't mean I'm privy to every little detail of what is going on. Here's the literal minuscule details I know; SHIELD has been running tests on the cube to understand it and Clint was part of security. That's all I've got. Sorry to disappoint whatever scheme you think I'm in on, but I'm not."
It was her time now to turn away from him, starting to look over the cargo. In his head he knew he was being unreasonable with her, but it almost gave his anger a source to be used for. Almost like he's been looking for that outlet. So when one Stark was mentioned, he just decided to clump his anger together towards the family.
But he took his answer as the truth. "And you would tell me if you did?"
She nodded. "I know about the last time you saw it too." That he wasn't expecting and she knew she was stepping on that line they had created. "So I understand why you are so inclined to find out more. And I'm right there with you." That comment had Steve now truly confusing his own thoughts in his head.
"I'll take a look up here." And with that, Steve jumped up to the second floor, easily throwing his body over the railing.
"Show off." Becca rolled her eyes. In any other circumstance, she could have also been able to throw her body up there as well. It might have taken a bit more muscle but she would have been able to do it, minus the leg injury.
She didn't know what she was looking for but searched. She didn't find out a lot of the things that you would consider suspicious. Weapons mostly, either theirs or prototype. Even things that she understood to be from enemies of their past. But nothing that would truly be used with the tesseract.
That was until Steve came jumping back down to her. Anger written across his face and a weapon in hand.
"What is that?" Becca was completely intrigued. Not ever seeing the weapon before.
"Hydra."
"Hydra? As in-"
"As in the exact same weapons I was fighting against."
"But…" She tried to make sense of the situation, but nothing was turning out well in her head. "SHIELD wasn't even around at that time, that means they literally had to go out of there way to bring it here. To have it here specifically."
Steve shook his head, staring down at the weapon. Hands gripping it so tightly, she thought he was going to break it. "This isn't understanding. This is creating another war." He stalked out of the room for her to follow.
Becca crutched behind Steve as fast she could, he was on a mission and wasn't slowing down for anyone. As they entered the lab, immediately the sound of Fury, Tony, and Bruce arguing was falling on their ears.
"What is 'Phase 2'?" Tony asked, looking at whatever he had hacked into on the screen.
Steve slammed the weapon on the counter, gathering everyone's attention. "Phase 2 is SHIELD uses the Cube to make weapons. Sorry, computer was moving a little slow for me."
Fury shook his head, trying to get him to understand. "Rogers, we gathered everything related to the Tesseract. This does not mean that we're making-"
"-I'm sorry, Nick." Tony turned the screen around, fully showing blueprints for a weapon. "What were you lying?"
"You said you were working to understand it." Becca pointed out. "Designing weapons is a big step ahead of that."
The Captain lowered his brow. "I was wrong, Director. The world hasn't changed a bit."
"Did you know about this?" Bruce asked Natasha as her and Thor entered the lab.
Natasha stared him down. "You want to think about removing yourself from this environment, Doctor?"
All he did was laugh at her poor attempt. "I was in Calcutta. I was pretty well removed."
"Loki is manipulating you."
"And you've been doing what, exactly?"
She stalked towards him like he was her prey. "You didn't come here because I bat my eyelashes at you."
"Yes, and I'm not leaving because suddenly you get a little twitchy." Bruce grabbed the screen, pointing out the very thought out diagrams across it. "I'd like to know why SHIELD is using the Tesseract to build weapons of mass destruction."
Fury took a moment before pointing to the god standing on his left. "Because of him."
Thor was beyond confused by the call out. "Me?"
"Last year, Earth had a visitor from another planet who had a grudge match that levelled a small town. We learned that not only are we not alone but we are hopelessly, hilariously, outgunned."
"My people want nothing but peace with your planet."
"But you're not the only people out there, are you?" The Director sized Thor up. "And you're not the only threat. The world's filling up with people who can't be matched, that can't be controlled."
"Like you controlled the Cube?" Steve countered back.
Thor stepped forward, tired of being blamed. "Your work with the Tesseract is what drew Loki to it, and his allies. It is a signal to all the realms that the Earth is ready for a higher form of war."
"A higher form? Humans against gods doesn't seem like a fair fight." Becca who had been trying to be leveled headed from the beginning of all of this was finding the quicksand getting deeper.
"You forced our hand. We had to come up with something." Nick was overall tired of explaining himself.
"A nuclear deterrent." Tony said the words that weren't being said. "Because that always calms everything right down."
"Remind me again how you made your fortune, Stark."
Steve rolled his eyes. "I'm sure if he still made weapons, Stark would be neck deep-"
"-Wait, wait. Hold on. How is this now about me?" Tony gawked at him.
"I'm sorry? It's everything?"
"I thought humans were more evolved than this." Thor's words creating an overall annoyance around him that Fury decided he would finish.
"Excuse me, did we come to your planet and blow stuff up? "
It was hard to tell from there who started it, but everyone kept talking over one another. Yelling back and forth, the arguments not evening making much sense quite honestly. But all Becca could do was watch back and forth, feeling the tension sit on her chest. This wasn't right. This was more than just a simple annoyance of one another. This was plagued by the energy source that was glowly from the front of the room.
"This is what he wanted." Becca whispered to herself, thinking over the situation. Loki wanted to be brought here. To cause a distraction. To have Clint and whoever else is on their side come and find them. To wipe them out so they were useless. "This is what he wants!"
Her voice broke through the room, bringing everyone to a halt to look at her. "Loki wanted to be brought here. He wants us to fight each other, to cause internal problems."
"She's right." Thor nodded. "Loki will cause problems wherever he goes. But that doesn't mean this is the solution." He looked back at Fury again, clearly having a serious problem with him. "You speak of control, yet you court chaos."
"That's his M.O., isn't it?" Bruce shrugged. "I mean, what are we, a team? No, we're a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We're...we're a time bomb."
Fury's eye was wide now, as he looked over Bruce. "You need to step away."
"Why shouldn't the guy let off a little steam?" Tony let his hand rest of Steve's shoulder but was harshly batted away.
"You know damn well why. Back off!"
"Oh, I'm starting to want you to make me."
"Yeah." Steve stalked around him, the two coming face to face ready for a battle. "Big man in a suit of armour. Take that off, what are you?"
"Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist." Well, he wasn't wrong.
"I know guys with none of that worth ten of you." The anger, that true anger that Steve has been harboring inside was coming out. "I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you."
"I think I would just cut the wire."
"Always a way out. You know, You may not be a threat but you better stop pretending to be a hero."
"A hero? Like you?" The man in front of him that was splashed across his childhood was here for him to understand how he really felt. "You're a laboratory experiment, Rogers. Everything special about you came out of a bottle."
Steve's eye just narrowed further. "Put on the suit. Let's go a few rounds."
If it was another time, anyone would have joined in with Thor as he laughed at the two men. "You people are so petty...and tiny."
"Yeah, this is a team." Bruce shook his head, wanting to be done with this situation and these people as soon as possible.
Fury went back to his original plan. "Agent Romanoff, would you escort Dr Banner back to his-"
"Where? You're renting my room."
"The cell was just in case-"
"-In case you needed to kill me. But you can't. I know, I tried." At that statement everyone seemed to be really getting a hint on how far Bruce could go with the Hulk. "I got low. I didn't see an end. So, I put a bullet in my mouth, and the other guy spit it out. So I moved on. I focused on helping other people. I was good. Until you dragged me back into this freak show and put everyone here at risk." Without his knowledge, Bruce had picked up the sceptre. Everyone gathering their bearings in case of something big. "You want to know my secret, Agent Romanoff? You want to know how I stay calm?"
"Bruce." Becca being the calm in the hurricane around them called out softly, not to put him more on edge. "Please, put down the sceptre."
She watched as his eyes went from hard to confusions and then to surprise at feeling the weight in his hand before looking down to see it as well. It was truly affecting all of them just like she had thought.
At that, a high pitched beeping came from the computer behind her that was supposed to be the pinpoint on the cube.
"Got it." Tony announced, letting everyone know that was it.
Bruce dropped the sceptre back to the table before going to the system. "Sorry, kids, you don't get to see my party trick after all." Natasha following behind him.
"You located the Tesseract?" Thor asked, not fully understanding everything that was actually taking place in the lab.
"I could get there fastest." Tony announced.
"The Tesseract belongs on Asgard. No human is a match for it."
"You're not going alone." Steve grabbed Tony's arm, and now in a switch of play, Tony was the one to smack it down.
"You're gonna stop me?" The two hot heads were once again face to face.
"Put on the suit, let's find out."
"I'm not afraid to hit an old man."
"Put on the suit."
"Can the both of you stop for like 5 seconds!" Becca yelled, officially done with the ego race. Said men turned to see the fire in her eyes as it was directed towards only them. "This is bigger than your little pissing match."
Thor laughed again, but this time in a genuine way towards the younger girl. "I like you."
The next few seconds were anything but simple. The last thing Becca fully heard was Bruce mumble 'oh, God' before she was blown off her feet. An explosion ripping through the room, causing everyone to fly in different directions. The problem had hit them head on.
Fight Club anybody? BTW super excited about Thor and Becca's introduction as a friendship begins!
Up Next: Thor & Becca battle together, things finally come to a head for Stecca, & the lose of importance.
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