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Gravity - With Confidence
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Gravity
I fight through to see tomorrow
Don't get tired, don't beg or borrow
I fight through to see tomorrow
Held so tight, now watch me let go
It was an overall odd feeling taking over but mostly of confusion, pain, and heat. Becca yelled out in agony almost automatically as her body was lifted over her feet and sent her flying to the ground. Landing of course on her weakened side. She knew it was an explosion but the source or where it actually came from was foggy in her brain. The young girl screamed again, hands trying to grip into the floor to take away the pain, but all she could do was bang her fists on the ground as her forehead rolled back and forth on the linoleum.
"Lady Bex." Thor pulled himself off the floor to a kneeling position where he had landed next to her. His voice driven with concern. The explosion clearly not affecting the god as much as the humans. "Are you alright?"
The only answer she could give was a groan, rolling herself over on to her back. The pain was simply blinding through her body. She was positive if she looked down there would be blood seeping through her bandage from where her stitches had opened.
"Can you hear me?" The god of thunder was right next to her now, hands gently placed on either side of her face hoping to at least get her to look at him if she wasn't going to respond.
Becca did crack her eyes open to him finally, first taking in his face hoping to let that pull some pain away.
"We need to get her back to the infirmary." Fury spoke up, shaking out his head, still reeling from the explosion as well. It seemed they were the only three left in the lab. Not knowing exactly what had happen to the others.
Those words gained her attention. With a shake of her head, Becca used Thor's hands to bring her up into a sitting position. "I'm fine."
"The hell you are!" The Director now stood over the both of them, his eye glaring down at her. "You are out, Agent Bex. That's an order."
She didn't answer as her director told her what to do. He was the boss after all. All she could hear though was yelling, odd noises coming from engine rooms, and just overall chaos. And here she was being told to sit out of it. Because it was her fault she was injured anyway. She let her feelings get in the way of the mission.
"Thor, help her get back please." Fury gave her another glance before running out of the room to get back on the situation at hand.
The man nodded, gently easing Becca off the ground with complete ease as if she was a simple feather. "Do you want me to carry you? What would be easier?"
She shook her head, holding onto his forearms as she was now balancing back on her uninjured leg. "Just help me walk."
Forgetting about the damaged crutches, Thor wrapped her arm around his neck with his hand supporting her side and started out the door. It was almost dragging by the looks of the way her toes barely hit the floor from the height difference between the two.
"You know this would be better if you would just let me carry you." Thor explained, dodging crew members as they ran in every direction.
"I've already been told to sit out. I'd rather save some resemblance of my dignity before I do so."
"You know, being told to rest in a fight isn't a dishonor. It just means you have done your part. Now it's time for someone else to carry the weight."
This wasn't something she expected to come out of the god of thunder's mouth. The name made Thor seem like all he did or wanted to do was fight. To find battle after battle to go in and kick some ass. But she was learning he was anything but the stereotype that was draped over him.
"You should be a basketball coach with that type of talk." It was her first joke in a long time, because the company she was in gave her some light back.
He looked down at her with a confused face as he kepting moving them. "Basketball?"
Becca simply shook her head with a smile. "I'll explain it to you when we're not in the middle of an infiltration."
His words truly amused her on how similar Steve and Thor was in this situation right now. Two men both fighting a war for a world that they barely knew. Both out of their element expect when they were needed in a fight.
That was when a growl, like one they had never heard before, came rattling through the floor and echoing off the hallways walls. It stopped the two of them immediately.
"What the hell was that?" Thor asked, watching as everyone seemed to move faster and was on more of an edge at the sound.
Becca knew though, and it turned her blood cold. "Bruce."
"That was Dr. Banner?" His voice a high octave of astonishment.
"That was the Hulk." She pulled her arm off his shoulder, teetering to lean against the wall behind her now. "Hulk will tear this place apart and no human will be able to stop him. But you can."
He watched her with uncertainty. "How do you know so much about me?" It had been on his mind since he made his presences known on the jet back.
She merely shrugged. "I've done my homework."
"Yes, but Loki-"
"I'll go stand watch so no one can get him out."
Thor simply looked at her as she could barely keep herself upwards. "But you can't stand."
The spy rolled her eyes, taking out her knife and gun. "Fine. I'll sit, shoot, and stab." She gave him a sarcastic smile before putting her weapons back in her holster. "Now go!"
Thor gave her one more cautious look before running down the hallways to where the growls kept coming. Becca watched his figure leave until he was out of sight. Everyone passing didn't make much eye contact with the injured agent, literally on the sidelines. But Thor was right, someone needed to go watch Loki. And that was the least she could do in her current position.
Wishing she still had her crutches, a turn of event from earlier, Becca carefully placed her injured leg on the ground. She tested her weight carefully, feeling different pain pressures shoot up through her thigh. But after a couple of uneasy steps, it seemed like walking on the top of her toes was the least painful. It was still shaking through her body, don't get her wrong, but she was dealing. She was extremely thankful of her ballet training at this specific moment.
With one hand on the wall, the other holding her left thigh, Becca began her long trek to the cage. With each step she would either grind her teeth or suck in a deep breath, trying to make this mind over matter.
"We've got a perimeter breach." Someone said through her comm. "Hostiles are in SHIELD gear. Call-outs at every junction."
Becca growled, making her pace faster. "Smart Barton. Really goddamn smart." She said to herself, knowing it was definitely his plan.
She could hear screams and people started running her way in the opposite direction. That's when she saw a man dressed in SHIELD tactical gear coming around the corner, gun ready to shoot. The man took notice to Becca almost immediately. As he went to shoot at her head, Bex dropped to the floor, taking out her gun on the way. As the bullets lodged into the wall of where she was just standing, she aimed and shot the man straight through the mask, sending him to the ground. Unmoving.
Without a second though, she pulled her body back up and kept moving. After another close call with her able to counter the man, she was finally down to the detention level where Loki was being held. But you know that feeling you get when you're on a rollercoaster and your stomach sort of feels like it drops out? Becca felt it and had to hold tightly to the wall as the ship seemed to be falling out of the sky.
"Sir, we've lost all power in engine one." The same man from earlier spoke through the comm with Fury replying.
"It's Barton. He took out our systems. He's headed for the detention level. Does anyone copy?"
Now that nauseous feeling wasn't about the ship. She was there, but the question was, could she fight him again? But before she could answer, someone else did.
"This is Agent Romanoff. I copy."
Becca could hear the unsteadiness in her voice but not knowing if it was about the task at hand or something else entirely. She pushed it away and moved on with her own mission. With a few more steps, she had made it to the holding cell. Becca turned the corner cautiously, gun raised in case of an attack. All she found through was Loki sitting in the fortress.
"My, my, my." He stood up, a wicked smile painted over his greasy appearance. "I was not expecting you here."
"I get that a lot." She smirked in an unfriendly way, finding her energy to stand on her own in the middle of the entrance way. One hand holding her gun while the other held tightly to her knife.
"You think it was smart coming here by yourself?" Loki's eyes taking a glance over her, studying the blood that was seeping through her bandage. Stitches clearly not able to do their job anymore.
"You think it was smart trying to rattle us up? You don't know what to expect-"
"-No, you don't, you injured princess." His words turned cold along with his stance. "We've injured you, and now you think you stand a chance?"
Becca's eye narrowed and her grip tightened. "He didn't kill me."
"Not yet! Barton is simply playing with his prey." Loki smirked, hands coming to rest behind his back. "He told me all about you. The delicate little girl whose father runs off of an iron suit. You want to help people but all you do is let your emotions get in the way. No actual skill included." He stared her down under his eyebrows. "So, this time, Barton will finish the job. Skinning you alive because no one will come save you when you scream."
Becca had barely any time to contemplate the god's words as three sets of footsteps echoed behind her. Taking a deep breath, knowing she was about to fight for her life, she turned around in a split second as she felt the first person behind her. Bex went to shoot but the man blocked her arm, giving her the perfect opportunity to use her knife to stab him in the throat. The only part of the tactical gear that was open.
The man immediately dropped to his knees, holding onto his throat. Bex went to back up, but the other two advanced on her one using the butt of the gun on her forehead while the other knocked out her leg. This sent her backwards, landing painfully on the stairs. The one who knocked out her leg now took it in his advantage to step on her injured thigh, keeping it there so she couldn't move. All she could do was send out an ear shattering scream in response. The man aimed the gun at her head while his counterpart ripped the weapons from her hand.
"Don't kill her." Loki commanded, enjoyment in his voice. "That will be Barton's job."
The first guard nodded but kept the pressure on her leg and gun aimed at her head. The second walked up the steps to the control panel. She tried to reach her gun to attempt to stop him, but the man above her just ground his boot deeper into her wound. The scream no longer pausing to be released.
As the guard opened the cage, she all of the sudden heard Thor's "No!" rip through the room out of nowhere.
He barely took a glance around as he ran straight towards his brother. Becca could only stare wide eyed above her head as Thor somehow ran straight through Loki's body. The momentum sending him flying to the ground from trying to tackle him. The second he was in there the guard closed the door, locking him in. With no knowledge of how, Becca saw Loki in awe appear by the controls.
"Are you ever not going to fall for that?" Loki asked his brother, hands again behind his back.
The guard holding her down had become distracted watching the events unfold before them as well. If she was quick enough she would possibly stab him with the knife in the top of her boot. But if she failed she would likely die. But at the moment it seemed like no matter what she was in the same situation.
Without a second thought, Becca went for it.
She slammed her heel off the uninjured leg into the floor producing a knife that snapped out of the front of it, before throwing her leg all the way up to ram the blade into the back of the man. She knew she made contact through the gear as the guard yelled out in pain and surprise, giving her enough time to grab her gun a few inches away, shooting him and then turning around to shoot the other guard standing by Loki. All the while seated.
"You should have killed me." Bex stomped her heel in the ground again to put the blade away. Using the railing she pulled herself up into a standing position.
She couldn't tell if Loki's face was one of impressed or almost knowing it was going to happen. "Maybe I should thank you. Clearly they weren't up for the task."
"Well that sounds desperate."
Thor, who had been seething in the cell, took it upon himself to hit the glass with his hammer with all his might. This caused the entrapment to shake and start to let loose.
"Thor, don't!" Becca pleaded with him, hobbling up the stairs. "You hit it again you'll go flying out of the sky."
Loki laughed, knowing the fate of his brother was now in his hands. "On second thought, go ahead. That would be quite enjoyable to watch." He stepped closer to the control panel.
"Not another step." Becca pointed the gun at him. She was so over this god of bullshit.
She wasn't quite sure what had happened, but her gun was thrown out of her hands and Loki was right in front of her. Using whatever magic this was to move in different places. He grabbed a hold of her, easily overpowering because he was a god, and manhandling her up the stairs. This just wasn't her week.
"Let her go, Loki." Thor's voice boomed. It bothered him that there was nothing for him to do.
"Why brother, it is only fair to treat her like an animal the same way they treated me." He was able to pin her against his chest, making it impossible to move her arms. "Humans think us immortal." He had them now back in front of the control panel. "Should we test that?"
"Move away, please." Coulson announced his presence on the bottom landing. He held a weapon in both hands, seemingly unfazed by the situation, while the three of them were surprised by him appearing. "You like this?" he asked, walking closer. "We started working on the prototype after you sent the Destroyer." Loki moved him and Becca cautiously closer. "Even I don't know what it does. You want to find out?"
And as Coulson powered up the gun, Becca felt the grip that was just on her body simply evaporate. Before she could understand what was happening, Loki appeared behind Coulson and stabbed him through the back with his scepter. Not knowing how he got it back.
Becca and Thor both screamed out almost in unison as Coulson's body was lifted and then thrown to the ground. Becca grabbed another knife and started to advance on Loki who was coming right back at her. All she could feel was rage. But as she went to swipe, he disappeared once again, having her go flying to the floor. Loki appeared back beside her fallen body and stomped hard on her wound, sending a blaze through her body with pain.
Loki didn't wait any longer for another distraction. He opened the gate underneath the cell that led to the sky.
"Thor…" Becca called out, warning him.
His eyes found hers, nodding to let her know he understood. "I swear to you, I will come find you, Bex."
And with that, Loki dropped his brother out of the ship and closed the seal again. Becca could only stare with wide eyes at the now empty compartment.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Becca mumbled. Sweat, tears, blood, and so much more just covering her body. "What is so wrong that you want to kill your own brother?"
"You know nothing you useless human." Loki sneered down at her.
"I know you're going to lose." Coulson spoke up, still in the same slumped position.
"Am I?" The god rose an eyebrow at him.
"It's in your nature."
"Your heroes are scattered. Your floating fortress falls from the sky. Where is my disadvantage?"
Agent Coulson took a moment before answering. "You lack conviction." Loki just gave him a confused face. "Becca...duck."
Said girl barely had any time to do so before Coulson used the gun to shoot the god straight through the other wall.
"So that's what it does." He joked before slumping down further in his position.
Becca pulled herself off the steps. Desperately trying to get to him before it was too late. "No no no no no." The word echoed out of her mouth, eyes wide, as Becca fell down to his side. "Why did you do that?"
Coulson simply stared up at her, breath coming in short spurts. "Because…it saved you."
She pulled the gun from his hands, carefully setting it down to keep out of the way. The hole in his chest leaking dark blood, while some was spreading to his lips. "We could have done something else. Anything else." Her throat closed up, tears building up to the surface.
"No." His voice was weak. With the little strength he had left, Phil raised his hand to gently caress the girl's cheek. "It needed to be done."
"Just stay awake, okay? Just keep your eyes open." She held his hand, trying to keep him here with her while also trying to figure out what to do. "Help! Someone help!" Becca screamed, head turned back to the hallway to try to get someone there as soon as possible.
Phil groaned, knowing there wasn't much left to be done despite her urges. "Rebecca," she turned back to him, "it's okay."
"No-"
"-It's okay." He gave her a soft, painful smile being the leader he was until the very end. "Just promise me to keep smiling."
Becca sucked her lips in, nodding, trying to keep herself together for him. But as she tried to gain her voice, she watched his eyes fall down and his body sink. The grip he once held on her hand was only her grasping for more. She just started sobbing. Her breathing losing the war with her lungs.
This was her fault. She should have stayed out of it. Or she should have fought harder. Something to change the outcome of the situation. But now here she was holding the hand of the one man that had been by her side since day one, actually even before that. And she failed him.
SHIELD crew had started making their way down there, either having heard her yells for help or was just going through the motions. She fully didn't take notice to what was happening around her until Director Fury was cautiously kneeling down beside her.
"Bex?" He asked, taking his own look over his right-hand man. "What happen?"
"Loki." She whispered. The tears had stopped once there were more people but there was evidence of them on her face. It didn't matter though cause she refused to look at him. Just kept a steady hold on Coulson's hand. "Loki stabbed him through the chest and sent Thor down in the cell."
Fury leaned forward and gently closed his eyes. Allowing the man to be in peace. Becca's lip just trembled again until she finally bit down on it. It wasn't that much longer that the two of them sat there in silence before the medical team showed up.
"Bex, you got to get up." Fury stood, his voice lacking the usual authoritarian hardship it normally had.
"No." She shook her head, childlike.
"Becca, please." He was softer this time. When she still didn't move, he settled on grasping her under her arms and pulling her up himself. She let him, simply watching her hand finally lose the contact that had been anchoring her to the man that lay before them.
Becca moved to hold the railing beside Fury, the pain in her thigh almost being a relief to the emotional pain she felt in her chest. Her eyes watching as the tea assessed the situation. It wasn't good.
"Agent Coulson is down." The director spoke through the comms. Echoing in Becca's head.
"A medical team is on its way to your location."
Fury shook his head even though they couldn't see it. "They're here." His own eyes and overall demeanor dropping at the next words he had to say. "They called it."
Becca stared down at the fresh bandage on her leg. The pristine white a major contrast to her tanning skin. Dr. Ahner had patched her up again with a stern look but the young woman couldn't honestly care less. The stitches weren't too bad, so there wasn't much hard done. That was her body however. Her mind was a different story.
She quite honestly wasn't a hundred percent sure on how she got back to the infirmary, this time however put into a smaller room and she was thankful for that. The heavy door blocked out any sound coming from behind those walls, so she was alone with her thoughts. She realized that this was the first she had truly been alone since the night before she got on this ship. It had felt so long ago but it was only two days.
So she sat on the bed and played with her fingers. For once not wanting to touch a knife. It just didn't feel right. If only she could start everything over again.
The sound of the door opening gained her attention, but as she looked up to see who it was she immediately regretted it.
"I don't have any energy left to fight with you, so could you please just go?" Her words were soft, whispered down to her lap. But he heard them. He always heard her.
"I'm not here to fight." Steve replied gently, letting the door slide shut behind him.
Becca was thankful for that, but also was apprehensive around him at the moment. She watched under her eyelashes as Steve came to take a seat next to her. The top of his uniform was gone, leaving him in just the blue under armor. The two sat there for a few seconds, neither knowing how to address the other. This was something that hadn't been an issue since they first met.
"I'm sorry, Becca. I'm so sorry about Coulson." Steve was the first to speak up, feeling like he needed to.
All she could do was nod and bite her lip again. Holding back every emotion inside of her that was threatening to come to the surface.
"I know he meant a lot to you."
"He was the first person I ever met from SHIELD." She recalled, finally opening up. "It was back when my father was kidnapped. I had my final recital at school and I was just waiting day and night for someone to find my dad. And as I was leaving, he stopped me in the hallway and gave me his card. Said if I needed anything to just call.
"I had no idea what SHIELD was at the time, but he kept popping up places. Always kept an eye out." She laughed, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "He even told me later on that he had been there for my whole recital. Had watched the whole thing standing in the shadows in the back."
Steve nodded, swallowing his own lump in his throat at her words. "He sounded like a good man."
"The best." She truly smiled now, even with tears in her eyes. Because that's what he wanted. He wanted her to smile again. "He never raised his voice. He was so smart. So kind."
She wanted to continue. She wanted to say it was her fault that his life was taken away because of her actions. But she didn't want his pity. Didn't want to hear that it wasn't her fault because she knew that it was.
Steve could feel the change in her. Could see that talking about him was sinking her deep and she was desperate to get out. "How's the leg?" So, he changed the topic.
Becca took another deep breath and wiped her eyes. "Hurts like a bitch. But the doctor said there isn't any further damage."
"I'm sorry I didn't come to you immediately." the super soldier clasped his own hands in front of him. "I heard you scream when the explosion happened, but I just automatically went into attack."
"It's okay, Thor was there to help me."
"Yes, but I should have been."
The intentness in his words finally got her took fully look over at him and he was staring right back at her. The hazel and blue eyes finally able to hold each other's gaze again. The clouds however were still hovering over them.
"Just tell me why you lied." He whispered, almost pleaded.
"I didn't lie." She shook her head. "I just omitted some things. Everything I told, everything I've ever told you was true."
"Yeah, but your grandfather...Howard…"
"I know. I have heard all the stories about what my grandfather did for you." She took a moment to think it over. "If I would have told you I was a Stark, do you really think we would have started out the same way?"
She let him think it over, not knowing if he had an answer, so she gave him one.
"We wouldn't have. My entire life I've had everything planned out for me because of my last name. I wanted you to know me as me. I wanted to know Steve Rogers, not Captain America, who everyone else thinks they know. I told you that and I promised you that. Hasn't changed." Becca gained his eye contact again. "You promised me you wouldn't hate me."
Steve shook his head forcibly. "I don't hate you, Becca. I don't know how I would hate you. It's just…" He didn't know how to explain the confusion over the situation.
"You just don't trust me." She saw the uncertainty. "Look, we have the labels that everyone sees, I just thought this," she motioned between the two of them, "could be different."
There was a heavy pause between them, mostly Becca letting Steve sink everything in. This honestly was either going to make or break their friendship.
"Were you ever going to tell me?"
She chuckled darkly at the question. "There were so many times. The past couple days its been boiling on the edge of my tongue. But originally it was when I came back from the mission last month."
His eyebrows creased, remembering the time well. He was worried about her the whole time she was away. "Why didn't you?"
"The whole reason I was compromised on that mission was because they realized I was a Stark. It was the first time someone ever noticed me. So, when I came to your apartment and I saw you looking over my families files I froze. I didn't think it would sit well with you."
Steve remembered how he complained about her father that night and he understood where she was coming from. He probably would have told her to leave. But he also recalled her comforting him that same night when she gave him back his compass.
"I'm sorry, Steve." Becca truly meant the words, but almost regretted them as they just floated in the air with no reply.
There was no time left for him to respond as the door slid open again. Their own personal space had been broken. Natasha stood in the doorway this time.
"Sorry for interrupting...whatever this is, but Clint is awake, Bec."
Becca sat up fast at the words. Surprised didn't even begin to explain how she was feeling. "He's here?"
Natasha almost held the same surprise but in an opposite way. "No one told you? He's back."
"Oh my god!" She hopped off the bed almost completely forgetting about her leg until Steve was there to catch her before she crumbled to the ground. She grabbed her new crutches and followed Natasha out of the door, barely giving Steve a goodbye. It was only two doors down. He had been so close to her this whole time and she had no idea.
"Now, he's just getting out of the mind control. So be prepared if he goes into a spell." Natasha warned her just at the entrance.
"How'd you get him back?"
The red head smirked. "I told you I'd kick his ass."
Without any further questions, the door opened and the two walked in. Becca stopped just inside the door, honestly not prepared for this moment. Clint sat on the edge of the bed, similar to how she was just a few seconds ago, with his head in his hands. She wasn't scared to be in his presence and that mattered the most to her. Especially when his eyes lifted to her.
"Becca." His voice back to that soft, gravel tone he used only when he was around people he truly trusted. He was so happy to see her but could see the pain in her eyes. Then found her leg. "Goddamn it." His head feel back into his hands.
Becca looked over at Natasha to see if it was okay to move forward. She was returned with a soft smile and a nudge from the head. The brunette crutched to his side before carefully sitting down next to him. "I'm fine." She tried to reassure him, but he didn't take it.
"You are not fine." He argued, looking down at the bandage. "I did this. I put a damn arrow in your leg."
"It was almost my head." Becca retorted. "But you stopped it. You gained some control to change my fate."
She finally got him to look her in the eye. They were no longer that chilling blue. It comforted her, if only for a second. She didn't realize how much she had missed him in the past few months. Clint and Natasha were truly her teammates in every sense of the word. They were her best friends. They were her family.
"You can't let this keep your mind in a puddle." Natasha spoke up across from them. "We've already lost enough."
"What do you mean? Who did we lose?" Clint's eyes played tennis back and forth from his team. No one had told him yet about the death.
"We lost Coulson." Becca said the words. She was tired of saying and tired of thinking about it. But it was still true each time.
Silence fell over the room for their commander. Say what you wanted, but Phil Coulson was Team Delta. He was the one that strangled these three together and was their leader despite who was in charge of STRIKE. They were a foursome. That man had saved them all plenty of times, and he went out saving again.
"It was Loki, wasn't it?" Clint finally spoke up, the fire burning back in his eyes. "Did he get away?"
"Yes." Becca nodded. "But not before Coulson set him up in a blaze."
Natasha sighed, arms crossed. "Don't suppose you know where?"
Clint shook his head. "Didn't need to know. Didn't ask." He reached over to grab some water, Natasha stared out the door, while Becca played with her bandage. "He's going to make his play soon though. Today."
"We got to stop him." Natasha turned back around, the fire now in her eyes.
"Yeah? Who's we?"
"I don't know. Whoever's left."
"Yeah, it's not like I can mess up my leg any more than it is." Becca pursed her lips.
"Well," Clint swallowed, "if I put an arrow through Loki's eye socket I'd sleep better I suppose."
Natasha chuckled, pulling the chair to sit in front of the both of them. "Now you sound like you."
"But you don't." Clint stared her down, before turning to the girl next to him. "Neither do you." The admission gaining silence. "You both are spies, not soldiers. Now you want to wade into a war. Why?" Both girls looked at each other, neither wanting to start first. So, Clint took it upon himself to start with Natasha. "What did Loki do to you?"
"He didn't. He just…" She drowned off, contemplating.
"Tasha."
"I've been compromised." her voice turned dark at the thought of her past. "I've got red in my ledger. I'd like to wipe it out."
Clint nodded, clearing his throat before turning to their youngest. He watched her fingers move a mile a minute, just how Natasha had seen the day before. "Bec."
"I had my teammate almost kill me and then had to watch a good man die. This is more than just personal." She looked up, the fire now blazing in her eyes. "You always say I wear my heart on my sleeve. Well my heart is fucking broken and I'm ready to start mending it back up."
The three took a deep breath, reeling over their own angers and as a group. "If we do this," Clint spoke up, "we be smart about this."
"Problem." Becca raised a finger. "I can barely walk."
"You're going to get a shot. It will numb your leg." Clint announced, heading into the bathroom to wash up.
"For real?"
"Yeah. It's a fight and a half to get, but Dr. Ahner has used it on me before. You'll still feel some pain, but you should be able to get around for the most part."
The brunette sat jaw slacked at the news, before looking over to the red head. "Did you know about this?"
Natasha just raised her hands in a surrender. "I know very little about medicine."
The door slid open then, taking them by surprise. The two girls turned to see Steve standing there, fully suited up this time.
"Time to go."
"Go where?" Natasha rose from her seat.
"I'll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?"
"I can." Clint came out of the bathroom.
Steve looked him over before glancing at Becca for a reading on him. Out of everyone in the room, and even with the drama that was currently between them, he still trusted her the most in the situation. She nodded, letting him know they were all good with Clint.
"Got a suit?" Steve asked, getting a 'yeah' from Clint. "Then suit up."
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