Hey so I'm back with a new chapter, and it's the beginning of the end. I would give you excuses as to why I haven't updated sooner, but it's not even worth it to try. So… truce?

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FieryCaptainSpiderSanta: I'm so glad you enjoyed the chapter! I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but I hope this chapter makes up for it. And as for how she's gonna kick Hydra's butt, we'll just have to see, won't we? *evil grin*

Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers, because, obviously, I'm not a guy, and The Avengers was made waaayyyy better than I could ever do. But, maybe, someday… I also don't own Nike's.


Mikkie POV

It was time. The final showdown between the two sides: good, and evil. And boy, was I not looking forward to this. My nerves were on edge, and just looking at the force that awaited us, me, didn't help any. So, here we are, on top of the Avengers tower, watching as our doom grew closer and closer.

But wait, there's more.

There was a commotion on the streets below us, and when we looked, we all rushed back inside to get ready. The Avengers were already up and ready, and getting everybody off the streets to safety. Sure, let's add that to the pile of stress and anxiety for the day, why don't we?

I got dressed into something more suitable for the day. I got into my training clothes, just with a little bit more… accessories.

I was wearing black leggings (made of some material that gives a little more protection against wounds), a purple shirt (made of the same material) that was covered by a black vest, with lots of hidden pockets for secret weapons, magic items, etc., black tennis shoes (Nike's), and arm guards. Those arm guards were bullet-proof, magic-resistant, and also had hidden pockets for small self-defense materials. On my back was a circular, black shield with a purple deer silhouette design in the middle (guess who came up with the shield idea). There was a strap on both legs that held a shrinkable staff in one, and a gun in the other. The gun was for emergency help only. My red hair was pulled into it's side ponytail with it's usual purple bow. In my ear was a comm, and my hands had a wrapping of the cloth typically used for boxing.

I walked out of my room, and caught up with the others. They all had something similar, just with small differences. The guys had on their pants – used for battle; the Avengers has some too – instead of leggings. We all had black as our base color for our suits, but everybody had their own special color, like how mine was purple. Scribble's special color was (surprise surprise) light pink, and Eiko's was light blue.

Hey wait – those were the same colors as the auras that surrounded us back in the Hydra base. The thought came to me suddenly. Just without the sparkles.

We all had circle shields on our backs, with the base color black, and a color design in the middle. My design was a deer silhouette, Eiko's was a light blue cat silhouette, and Scribble's was a light pink demon (girl with wings and horns) silhouette. The others all had their colors and designs as well. Mariko's was red, and James's was green. Their designs were all unique to the person, and we all had the hand wrappings, just slightly different to each other. All of our outfits were Shield issued, of course, so of course everything would have been prepared with magic-resistant, bullet-proof material.

"Are we all here?" Everybody nodded. "Alright, let's go. I would try to give you all this great speech, but we're running out of time, New York is a big place, and I suck at giving speeches. Just… try not to be like me and get freaked out when there's a lot of people. Because there will be." I locked eyes with each and every one of them. "Let's do this. Together." I put my hand in the middle of the group, and everybody else put theirs on top of mine. "For Freedom on three. One."

"Two." Eiko said.

"Three." Scribble finished.

"For Freedom!" we cheered, and ran out. Wow, cheesy much, Mikkie? Let's hope it worked.


"Natasha, where next?" I asked into the comms.

"Just about everybody is off the streets. We just have a few stragglers and then Hydra should be here by then. I'm surprised they haven't sent people in small groups to single us out. This is a bit strange that they're coming here, and actually coming out from their hiding places."

"Yeah, it's stra-" I was cut off by a hand over my mouth. There was a cloth used too, and it had the sweet odor of chloroform with it. I could feel myself getting weak, but I had to fight it.

"Mikkie?" Natasha asked into the comm. I grunted, but couldn't reply, because the grip of the attacker was ridiculously strong. My vision started going black as I struggled to stay awake. "Stark, where's Mikkie's location?"

"Uhh, hold on… yeah she's maybe a hundred yards east of the fountain in the middle of the park. There's somebody else there with her, and it's not one of us."

"Who's closest to Mikkie's location?"

"I am, Natasha, but I'm not so sure that bringing the Other Guy in is a good idea." Bruce said.

"You're right, but…" I slowly lost unconsciousness, missing the rest of what Natasha said. I may be part of the team, but my deer senses aren't perfect, and I can't hold my breath forever. I breathed in the chloroform, and felt myself being lowered onto the ground slowly, but couldn't do anything about it. When I touched the ground, I felt the hand ripped away from my mouth, and the chloroform cloth fell off of my mouth. I sucked in a breath of clean air, and my vision slowly started to come back. I was very lightheaded, and waited about 30 seconds before standing up. I lifted myself off the ground slowly, before there was a hand in my field of vision, and I jerked away, before realizing it belonged to a friendly. I looked up and saw Steve there. I snorted at the slight déjà vu of it all, and took his hand to help me up. I was winded, and my vision swam for a second, before I regained focus.

"You alright?" Steve had a concerned expression on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm good. Thanks for the help with this guy…" I turned, and looked at the guy who tried to knock me out. "Hey, doesn't he look familiar?" I mumbled to myself as I squinted my eyes, trying to remember where I had seen the guy before. Then it hit me, and my eyes widened. "That's the Chief! The Chief of Police that had people chasing me before you guys got me! That guy was Hydra?"

"Well, that makes sense now. No wonder they were so insisted on finding you, and why they knew that you were at the tower.

I glared at the unconscious form of the Chief of Police, before putting my finger to my comm, and checked in. "Yeah, Mikkie here. I'm fine, and the guy who tried chloroform on me is out cold, thanks to Cap." I leaned to him, and whispered, "thank you" to him before going to the Chief and reaching into my vest to pull out special rope. "Yeap, and I'm tying the guy up right now." I tied him up in a 6-way knot that wove in and around itself. Hopefully that would keep others from trying to untie him, because it would take me awhile to undo it, and I'm the one who tied it. Turning back to Steve, I smiled. "You're good to go, and thanks again for the save. I'll be more on alert now, so don't worry."

"I'll worry, alright, but I worry about everybody on my team, so just stay safe, alright? Well, as safe as you can while fighting Hydra, at least." I saluted to him.

"Yes sir." I said in the most serious voice I could get. He smiled faintly before turning away, and headed back to his previous position. Ooh, on his motorcycle too, sweet! I turned back around to the Chief, and was faced with multiple groups of Hydra goons coming my way. "Over hill, over dale, as we hit the dusty trail, and those caissons go rolling along." I sang to myself in my out-of-tune singing voice.

I drew out my staff, and faced the oncoming group of Hydra. Where's Scar? I was certain he would've been here to get me by now. I was sure he was the one with the chloroform cloth, actually. So where…? I felt a presence behind me, and whipped around, my staff in the defensive position, to be faced with him.

"Scar." I growled out.

"Mikkie." He said in an equally disgusted tone. "Are you ready for your end? Well, ready or not, here it comes."

This is it. It's literally the fight for my life.

"Give me your worst."

It's now or never. Let's finish this.

It was time to set the plan in motion.

We attacked.


Soooo… how was that? I hope it wasn't too bad, considering I have little to no knowledge on how to write battle scenes. Obviously, the real, intense(?) battle will be next chapter.

The song used was The Caisson Song by Edmund L. Gruber from 1907-1908 (it's an old army song, and I'm not entirely sure when it came out).

I know the park information was probably wrong, but I've never been to that park. I've only gone to maybe 3 different states (besides my own) and those were California, New Mexico, Texas, and Utah. So, 4 different states, actually.

It's the final battle between Mikkie and Scar, and it really is Mikkie's fight for her life. And who knows. Maybe she won't survive this. We can only know by reading the next chapter!

See you next time for part 2 of the battle scene, and the beginning of the end!

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