Chapter 18

The city starts lifting off the ground.

"Everyone off the edges, civilians are our main priority!" Steve yells.

I run over, grabbing a child who was about to fall off.

"Where do we go?" I start asking the team through my com, but it's dead.

"Well that's great."

Wonder if all the coms are out, or just mine. Since there isn't any place we can lead civilians out, I just try to get them all away from the edge and in a group.

"Becky!" I hear Jet calling my name.

"They found something, a core its Ultron's big plan. If the city gets high up, and it explodes..."

"Then all the organic matter will get destroyed." I say, realizing how urgent this.

"Everyone has a task; you and I are in charge of civilians along with Clint." Jet begins explaining.

"But where do we lead them?"

Then, nothing short of a miracle happens. SHIELD comes to our rescue.

After a nice long while, almost all the civilians are on a ship, heading to safety. I was about to board myself, but decided to do one more check in some buildings.

It seems like nothing is there, that all the civilians are safe on a ship. Then a cry comes out.

It's a baby, an innocent baby whose parents are probably scared and worried.

Climbing over and under rubble, I finally reach the small baby.

"Hey, its ok, everything is ok. Let's go find your family."

Just as I am about to exit, bullets start raining down on me, on the city. This causes pieces of the building to fall off, straight onto where I am standing. Can't run, or else I'll get hit, can't stay, can't do anything but hope by some miracle we survive. Or at least the baby, that it gets reunited with its worried family.

I am ready to leave, ready for death, accepting the only thing that is certain.

But I feel myself get moved.

Jet, he teleported us to safety.

"Are you okay?" he asks a bit shakily.

"Yeah, are you?" he doesn't have blood on him, so I assume he wasn't shot, still safe to ask though.

"Fine, perfect. Don't worry about me, go to the ship, and take the child. We will meet soon enough. Go!"

I barely hear the last part; the hearing aids must have taken some damage. But either way, I do what he says and run to the nearest aircraft.

All I remember before sleep over takes me is the child leaving my hands, and a blanket put over me.