SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
She awoke with Hawkeye standing over her, poking her face with the edge of his bow, "C'mon, B, get up already."
She began to pull herself up from the dirt. She could see the stars, but they weren't the same as the ones that she had seen from Latvartia, she had the sneaking suspicion that they were on another planet.
"What happened?" she went to lift her left arm to her forehead, but then saw that the high quality titanium alloy was cracked and broken in places, her forearm crushed like a tin can. Her leg was a bit dented too, but it worked. Her other leg, however was bleeding, something was lodged into it, and she pulled at it and ripped it out. It was a part of her forearm.
"You sorta landed on it," Hawkeye whispered, kneeling behind a rock, "get up and take a look at this, Bella."
Bella dragged herself up on her good arm and pulled herself over to Hawkeye, "what happened, Barton?"
"That redhead must have overloaded the beta-frost," Barton answered, "as for where we are, only God knows."
"You're religious?"
"No," Hawkeye helped her up against the rocky ledge, and they both looked down the outcrop at the scene below, "you ever saw those guys before?"
It was clearly some people on patrol, tall and blue, but they didn't look like Jotuns, and besides, the rest of the nine realms were off limits to the frost giants due to being hated through the universe. She knew of several more blue aliens, but she had never seen any of them. The ones that they were watching now numbered four, and they had similar uniforms, yet they had all altered the uniforms in odd ways. They were speaking in a language she didn't understand.
"Nope," Bella whispered back.
"Look at their uniforms," Hawkeye had noted the same thing as her, "they're probably mercenaries. They probably were attracted here by the light that dropped us off, seeing if there's any wreckage or survivors they can use."
"Fantastic," Bella hissed, "Let's move."
"You're arms busted."
"My leg's not," she hissed, "not quite. If you'll help me here."
Hawkeye let her drape her broken metal arm around him and she held her pistol in her good hand. Hawkeye pulled her back from the edge and they moved together away from the group.
Unfortunately it wasn't long before they were spotted, and Hawkeye quickly dropped her to fend for herself. He got to cover and she dropped flat as the other guys began to shoot at them with what could only be described as a ray gun.
"Don't you shoot that green shit at me!" she blasted away with her pistol, emptying a whole clip into one of the blue guys. It knocked him back for a moment, but he barely stumbled, "crap."
Hawkeye was painfully low on arrows, and as the blue guys charged up the ridge with all guns blazing, he grabbed his last arrow and went on the offensive. As the first one charged up to eye level, Hawkeye pulled some ninja crap out on him, grabbing his hand and twisting it behind his back, jamming the arrow into the side of his neck. Bella shot that guy three times and they were finally down to three as Hawkeye threw the guy back down the ridge.
They were still outnumbered, and the ammo was out.
More ray gun fire came from nowhere, and Bella turned with her gun raised, but they weren't shooting at them, they were shooting at the mercenaries. There were two people, or rather people-like things, a green skinned woman, and someone dressed in red leather and what looked like a high tech gas-mask. One other guy fell, and the others did a double take and decided that it was time to go.
"Bel?" Hawkeye looked around at her as two survivors got away, "sitrep?"
"I think we've been rescued," she said simply, "or arrested. I don't know yet."
The guy in leather reached up and touched the side of his head, and the gas-mask sprung back. The woman holstered her ray gun as Hawkeye lowered his last arrow and Bella glanced down the sight of her pistol, with one bullet.
The stranger looked at their weaponry and cocked his head, "Tourists?"