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"I should have known it was too easy." Isabella berated herself
"Right," Steve commanded as the others began to see the problem. "Thor, as soon as you see an opening, I want you to get in the building and find out what you can. But be quick." He turned to Thor, passing him three small objects not unlike the ones they had used before. "They're bombs." He explained to Thor.
"You want me to blow up the base afterwards?" Thor finished off his order.
"Yeah. I think most of the agents are almost here, so it should be pretty empty in there."
"Be quick – the army that is coming don't look very happy." Tony said, his voice half muffled by his suit. Then as quick as lightening Thor was off.
"You guys ready?" Clint said, as he loaded an arrow. Isabella drew out her weapon. Then the battle began.

Tony flew off at once, using his all mighty weapons in his suit to throw enemy after enemy to the ground. Clint also sprung to attention, releasing many arrows at once so they would sail through the air silently until they reached their target. As for Isabella, Steve and Natasha, they charged forwards straight into the army's ranks to start their fight. Isabella's pole went soaring through the air as it slashed. But the enemy did not relent. They kept coming faster and faster.

Isabella felt her heart beating rapidly as she struggled to hold her own in this deadly fight. She barely knew what she was doing as she flung herself this way and that way to dodge various attacks. The enemy were coming at all sides now, and all she could do was hope that Thor wouldn't be too long before he returned. Clint and Natasha weren't faring much better. Clint had half abandoned his bow, for there was time to load it, but he used his arrows anyway, flinging them by hand as fast as he could. There was a small circle of fallen bodies around him, which seemed pretty ominous to be honest. A few times, some enemy agents came soaring up towards him quickly forcing him to use hand-to-hand combat instead. In fact at one point, although he didn't know when – time didn't seem to mean much at the moment – an agents came up too close. Clint backed away suddenly, tripping over his feet as he did so. He landed on the floor with a bumb, looking up at his attacker half scared at what would happen. He didn't have the upper hand in his battle, so he was the vulnerable victim. Then, by a stroke of luck, Natasha looked his way. A knife came flying through the air, embedding itself into the enemies back just at the moment that he had begun to raise his gun to shoot Clint. The agent fell onto the floor, allowing Clint to struggle to his feet warily. Glancing over at Natasha, he gave a quick nod before returning to the fight once more.

Steve and Tony, though they would never admit it to anyone, actually worked pretty well as a team. Steve was good on the defensive, shielding Tony when he needed too and switching to the offensive whenever he saw the opportunity. This allowed Tony to remain on the offensive most of the time, where he could be even more deadly. At one point, Tony used Steve's shield to ricochet a laser beam to destroy multiple enemies at once. The combination surprisingly worked quite well.

Isabella was tired. Her feet began to ache and her wrists were sore from flinging her pole around. She held her own quite well however, and the other avengers, were impressed by her abilities. Then again, she was the Black Widow's sister so they knew she would be good. Slowly, despite all the odds, the avengers were winning. Perhaps it seemed impossible at the start, but now she started to feel a little hope – they could win this. Suddenly, all the enemy agents heard a burst of static and held their hands up to their ears to hear their communication device. Curious to see what was being said, Isabella crept over to one of the fallen agents and picked up a device. Holding it to her ear, she heard a voice…
"Withdraw troops immediately. Strategy has not prevailed. We cannot win this war right now. Regroup at base and we will fight it and win another day." The voice stopped as quickly as it had started. Then, almost instantaneously, all the troops faltered and backed off. Some ran away whilst others walked back lazily, as though they were too tired and beyond the point of caring.
"What are they doing?" Natasha mumbled into the avengers communications device.
"They're leaving. They don't think they can win this war anymore." Isabella answered her question.
"Do we follow?" Tony questioned. However his answer was given almost immediately.

Whilst the rest of the team were gazing off apprehensively at the retreating enemy, Isabella noticed something behind her. Something the others couldn't see. One enemy had remained and was holding out a gun threateningly towards her. Isabella heard her breath catch as she inhaled. She tried to move away but found herself frozen. A bullet burst through the air invisible to anyone but herself. The others turned towards the sources, but before she or anyone else could stop it, it had reached its target – Isabella. It purged its way through her skin swiftly. Isabella felt her legs fall beneath her as she too fell to the ground. In the distance, she could vaguely hear someone scream "Isabella" at the top of their voices, but it didn't matter. The bullet had already created destruction. She could fell the cold spread through her from the snow as she landed on the ground, but before long it was replaced by fire. Blazing fire from the wound. Soon, she could sense people around her. Who they were she didn't know. She was just falling down and down, until the dreaded darkness swallowed her up.

Another chapter for you to devour. Hope I didn't leave you on too big a cliff-hanger! Thanks for reading.