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The avengers had been fighting continuously for a while when the next big event happened. Although they seemed to be defeating enemy after enemy, the number. they still had to face still seemed dauntingly large… and dangerous. In fact, it felt as though each avenger had saved each other at least one time by now from stray bullets and more besides. But it was now, about 30 minutes after the battle had started and when the avenger crew were feeling dead on their feet that it happened. A huge dark ship flew overhead, blocking out the sunlight and casting a black shadow on the entire battle. Looking up, all Isabella could do was to sigh to herself at the sight.
"Barton, Romanoff, that's not ours is it?" Steve asked the two most experienced shield agents half-heartedly.
"No." Natasha scoffed, "That ship is theirs." Isabella's heart sank. They had received next to no help from the rest of shield, so the vague hope that back up had finally arrived sank pretty quickly. She ducked behind a nearby car as an explosion went off from the place she had been standing not moments before. Then, using her pole as a javelin, she threw her weapon towards the attacker.
"I don't understand." Isabella could hear Tony say in her comms unit that was in her ear.
"Yeah, I wondered that too." Steve replied, breathing heavily, though what the two heroes were discussing was beyond Isabella.
"What are you talking about?" She questioned quickly as she dodged a blow from another man.
"It's too easy." She heard Steve answer.
"Too easy? Are you out of your mind?" Isabella exclaimed loudly. How could anyone think that this huge battle was easy?
"No, I mean… hang on." Steve started to say, before he cut off, assumingly to knock out another enemy. Seconds later, he was back online, "We have been one step ahead all this time when we were blowing up their bases. So why have a full out attack now and not before. What has changed?" He explained. Isabella took a while to think about this, and saw that he had a point. If they were prepared to launch such a big attack, why would they do that now and not before their bases were destroyed? To be honest, they were allowing the avengers to stop the entire organisation in one foul swoop by coming out like this. So why would they do it unless they knew they were going to win.

"Maybe it's a diversion." Natasha pondered. "I think we need to get up on that ship of theirs." It seemed a pretty simple task, but all around them the battle was still taking place. Building were ablaze all around them, and screaming civilians charged around in an attempt to get away. The men in front of the avengers were still coming, still dangerous, and still wanting to kill them. In other words, they couldn't really spare anyone to go up on the ship. But they had to choose someone…
"I think Isabella should go." Clint said suddenly.
"No" Steve and Natasha said immediately at this proposition. Isabella didn't quite know what to think at this. She didn't even though if she could get up onto the ship.
"She is the logical choice." Clint said at their protest, "Look, I can see the entire battle from my station – Tony and Thor are occupied with a huge battalion on the 39th avenue, Bruce is out of the question as the other guy is in control of him, and you two have your problems on 29th. She is the only person who we can spare." He reasoned. Isabella, of course, didn't know how she could be 'spared' when the men kept charging at her, but she kept quiet all the same.
"She can't go. What if something happened to her on her own?" Steve exclaimed. Normally, being the leader and all, he was quite logical, but this time, all he could think about is the dozens of possibilities that could occur when she infiltrated the ship.
"I know you have your little crush Steve." Thor joined the conversation in his big booming voice, "but it's not like we're not in any danger here." Steve fell silent at this. Despite his wishes, he knew what Thor said was true.

Then it was Natasha's turn to change Clint's mind
"Clint, she's my sister." Natasha pleaded him weakly.
"You've been playing this game maybe even longer than most of us Nat – you've got to take chances." Clint tried to placate her whilst shooting a round of arrows at the engines of an enemy jet causing it to burst into flames and fall to the ground like a bird.
"Clint, I…" Natasha trailed off slowly. Then the reluctant voice of reason came in, though it surprised everyone who it came from -
"How about we let Isabella decide." Tony Stark of all people said. Isabella waited for a moment. She didn't know if she was ready to do this mission, but someone had to and the battle wasn't getting any easier while they waited.
"I'll go." Isabella said. No more was said. A decision had been made that they would all now have to put up with. Jets flew overhead firing out at civilians nearby. Smashing glass could be heard in the distance whilst sirens wailed out madly from all around. Yet through the chaos, Isabella saw her ride. A fallen jet lay on its side among the bricks of a fallen down building. She ran over and got into the pilots seat, for it didn't seem too broken, just crashed. Then, she turned on the engine. After a few loud groaning noises, it thankfully burst into life. Carefully, she manoeuvred it into the air and towards the ship above them.
"I bet the SRP really will wish they never taught me how to fly a plane" she though bitterly as she began her new task.

Another chapter for you. Should probably mention at this point that I have never been to New York, so whether those street names actually exist or not is a complete guess! Anyway, hope you enjoy this one.