CHAPTER FOUR:
Sorry for such a long wait
"What on Asgard is that?" Thor bellowed, jumping up and brandishing mjolnir. The face didn't move anymore though, and all the Avengers were locked on it. Rose jumped up beside Thor, trying to compose herself enough to explain what was going on.
"What is it?" Natasha called from the front, both her and Clint having bad angles of view.
"It's… It's one of them." Rose stammered back.
"One of what?" Skye asked, scrambling from her sitting position to stare at the face.
"One of the Weeping Angels. It's… It's… Nobody take their eyes off it!" Rose said, practically shouting the last part.
"Why?" Jemma asked, shivering-and not from cold.
"Just… Just don't, okay?" Rose replied, her own eyes locked on it as she made her way sideways towards the cockpit. She leaned in beside the two agents.
"You need to focus on finding a place to land." She told them quietly. "Whether it's London is irrelevant. We're sitting ducks in this metal coffin."
"Land where? This is the Atlantic Ocean." Clint scoffed, still fairly oblivious to the danger.
"Then speed up!" Rose snapped, before swinging around to watch the terrifying face.
A banging started above their heads, regular, as if something was knocking on a door. Or trying to break the metal. Thud thud thud.
"Is it… Is it another one?" Jemma whispered, as if silence would protect them.
"Oh, yes." Rose replied.
"What do we do? How do we kill it?" Tony snapped, breaking his eyes away from the face to look at Rose. "It's a statue right? If I go blast it off the ship it will fall."
"Yeah… Uh, Yeah, probably. But the problem is there's at least two of them out there. We can only see one of them-If we look at the one in the window it will stay frozen, but if you stop looking at the one on our roof-" Thud Thud "-It will get you, no questions asked. You can't go out there. All it takes is a touch-a blink." Rose told him. All eyes slowly turned back to the creature in the window. Rose took a deep breathe.
"But… If you were to go out and blast the one on the roof first…" Rose reasoned, debating if it was a good idea.
"Relax. No Angel statue is going to hurt Iron Man." Tony laughed. He grabbed his armour off where it was hanging on the wall, opening the case and letting the well programed armour build itself around his body. The helmet went on last, before the whole place illuminated with a dull blue glow.
"Open the door." He ordered in a semi-robotic voice.
Clint hesitated, then pressed a single button on the dash.
"Everyone get back!" Rose ordered, sending Jemma and Skye into the back, practically into the cockpit, first. Everyone lined up with view of the large door that was slowly opening it, while still keeping their eyes locked on the face in the window. The door reached about halfway when Tony started screaming.
"Close the door!" He shrieked. At least a dozen pairs of hands clung to the rim of the door, half that heads and faces peered over the edge, around the corners, as if they were in the process of crawling inside.
Clint reversed the door, but as it slowly swung shut it stopped, unable to close because of the invasive hands.
"Don't blink!" Rose ordered, trying to keep her breath calm.
Jemma and Skye clung close together, regretting their decision greatly.
"Well that can't be good." Natasha muttered, both her and Clint having given up their pretense of stay on the task of flying and turned around in their seats.
"You think?" Skye screeched.
"What do we do?" Steve stammered, all eyes turned to her.
"Don't look at me! Look at them!" Rose snapped.
The lights in the plane started flickering, the face that much closer with each blackness. Skye and Jemma resumed screaming.
"Open the door! All the way!" Rose screamed frantically.
"What? No way! Those things will get in!" Clint snapped back.
"Just do it!" Rose said, watching them flicker closer. Clint took a deep breathe and did as he was told, aware that with each flicker of lights, their plane lost just a little bit of power more.
The door was almost all the way open now, and the grey Angels crowded in.
"Tony-blast them! Whatever you can do! Just don't touch them." Rose ordered. "Everyone else, too."
Shields, Hammers, and blasts of light were thrown, and while some of it was ineffective, a few of the Angels were pushed off the plane, only to rejoin them the moment they could move again. Stupid wings.
The lights flickered again, and the plane started to drop.
"We're…" Natasha began, frantically flipping various switches and buttons. "No, yeah. We've lost power."
The plane dropped.