I walked through the floor of the hanger, my boots echoing off the aluminium walls. I finally reached 2 large steal shutters on the wall-next to which a keypad stuck out. Reaching over towards the keypad, I typed in my password - The shutters opened immediately, revealing a huge room. I stepped in. Shelves and desks, full of equipment and tools, lined the thick steal walls. The far wall was a huge hologram and many computers hung down off the celieng next to it. On the right hand wall another set of shutters could be seen, holding a project of mine, but currently my attention was focused on the fighter jet in the centre of the room.
My plane, which my dad had luckily rescued for me, was matt jet black. She was made of a lightweight, protective material (developed by me) and had state of the art engines (also developed by me- with slight help from my dad. slight) I quickly walked over to her and assessed the damage. My assessment concluded a lot of scrapes and dents and a fuel leak, which was good considering she had survived an explosion. I got right to work on the fuel leak and topped her off with fuel once she was fixed. I grabbed some tools and got to work on the dents. These were easily fixed- all I had to do was remould panels in places and replace panels in more damaged places. I walked over to a shelf and snapped on a dust mask and grabbed an airbrush, attaching it to the black paint. I gave the body a coat of paint to make it look smart and hide the blemishes. I walked back over to the paints, this time attaching an electric turquoise paint to the airbrush. Pulling up some designs on the hologram, I climbed up a ladder I had out until I was level with the tail. Carefully, I painted a large circle with an A inside on the centre of the tail. Finally, I intricately painted the letters STARK to the bottom right of the A in my own block letters script. Content with my work, I packed all my tools away, took off my mask, and trudged over to the computers.
I sat down on one of the black office chairs, sprawling my tired limbs out.
"Ma'am, Ms Romanoff has asked for your assistance down in the computer room on 74"
"Oh, thank you Jarvis, are they still working on Hydra leads?" I asked, begrudgingly standing
"Yes, I believe so"
"Thanks Jarvis" I replied walking out of my work area and securing it. I jogged over to the elevators and pressed 74. Twenty seconds later the doors opened on 74, revealing a wide open space filled with computers, tech, holograms and tracking devices. Over on the far wall, Natasha, Clint and Steve were observing a holoscreen with what apeared to be someones credentials on it. Natasha turned around and beckoned me over.
"Sorry Anna, but we needed your help" Natasha said once I had made it over to them, observing the fact that I had my old flight uniform on.
"That's alright, I was done anyway. So what have you found?"
"Recognise him?" Natasha asked, gesturing to the screen.
"Can't say that I do" I answered, looking at the picture of the brunette man. "Who is he"
"Alexander Agnarsson, Hydra. He will be going through with a mission in New mexico in one week, of whi h Hydra do not know that we know of it"
"So you guys are going to intercept it and take him down. What do you need me for?"
"You are going to take him down" Natasha answered
"Agnarsson, acording to these Hydra records, is a piolt. A very skilled one, better then my abilities. He will be flying over New mexico trying to collect information through radio waves, it is vital that he does not get that intel." Clint continued
"We need you to blow him out the sky" Natasha stated, cheerily
I smirked, clapping my hands together I spoke "Alright then, when do I start?"