oh goodness, has it really been over a year since I've posted anything?! Where has the time gone?! I'm so sorry everyone! I know it's been forever and I know this is a really short chapter. I'm hoping I'll start writing a lot more, even if I'm busy back at school and work. Please, I love hearing what you like, don't like, thoughts and dreams!
"Jesus, Emma, you yelled at Captain Freakin America," I said out loud, staring at the bathroom mirror. "He's going to punch you and tell you it was an accident. 'Oh sorry Em! I didn't see you there!' Oh yeah, sure. Sure thing, Steve…" I continued to mock myself. I dabbed a finger at the eyeliner smudge at the corner of my eye hoping it would disappear. I straightened my spine and breathed out. I was about to go kick some ass and I looked awesome. My dark pants were a bit tight and the jacket snug, but they were comfortable, and I could move freely in the outfit. I tugged on my pony tail once more before I turned towards the bedroom.
"Alright, Emma. Let's see… Pants, check. Jacket, check. Boots…Almost check." I skipped over and picked up the black, knee high combat boots. I held them for a second contemplating on what I was really doing. I was about to go fight with the Avengers against a god. Who does that? "Oh, balls, Emma. Come on…" I plopped on the bed and tried to tug the boots on my feet. Silently, I walked to the door, did a quick scan of the room to make sure I had what I needed, and then stepped outside letting the door shut behind me. I peered up and down the hall looking for anything to grab my thoughts away from me, but I was alone. The nervous feeling in my stomach had started up again so I bit my lip at the sensation. I swallowed what I thought was rather loudly and my right foot took its first step towards the hangar.
Panic still filled the air, with the attack being so shortly passed. There was massive debris, people injured, and dust filled my lungs as I tried to breathe. Coughing slightly, I decided I needed to be quick about getting to my destination so I broke into a jog. I averted my eyes the best I could as I passed SHIELD personal, wondering if I should stay on the ship and help with the wounded. Guilt slowly began to grow in my stomach, but I continued my trot down the hallways; after all, the base had excellent medical treatments so I shouldn't be missed.
The opening of the hanger was coming up on my right, I slowed to a halt to catch my deepening breath. My eyes gradually scanned over the busy area. There were so many workers and giant machines that it was hard to officially tell where anything exactly was. I placed my hands gently on my hips getting flustered as I attempted to guess where the party was that I was supposed to meet. They couldn't have left already, could they? There was too much clutter everywhere, everyone kept moving, and there was too much noise. The beeping and roaring of engines along with the yelling of the people, my concentration was being tested, and unfortunately I had to say I wasn't doing very well.
I started fidgeting with the wrist part of the fingerless gloves I wore. I took a few steps back away from the commotion. I didn't know where to begin. What was I doing? Should I even be here? Not thinking too much about it, I slowly shifted on my heels, preparing to head back from where I came from. But to my surprise, and most importantly relief, my gaze found the blue and red suit of Captain America walking down the hall. With him was the familiar red bouncy hair of Natasha and on her side was-
"Clint!" I exasperated and bolted towards the group. Any sense of helplessness disappeared. I leaped into my dear friend's arms, mildly surprised he didn't topple over, and wrapped my own arms as tight as I could muster around him. His laugh was the most amazing thing in that moment.
"Hey kiddo! I'm glad to see you too!"
"God I thought your brains were scrambled eggs! I'm so happy you're okay," I mumbled, barely holding back tears. It seemed like an eternity since I've heard my big brother's voice. When I heard that Loki had taken him, I didn't think I would ever see him again.
"Did you really think they could keep me away from you? Not a chance!" Clint gently gripped my upper arms and forced me to look up at him. His eyes were dead serious as he continued to stare at me for several seconds. "I really want ice cream." I busted out laughing and pulled him back into a tight hug. "How 'bout we call it a date. You know, after we punch that stupid god's face back to where he came from?"
"That sounds perfect."