She fidgeted as she sat in a helicopter once more, in a fresh body suit, and adjusted her fingerless gloves. Those in the hanger with her fidgeted with their own weapons and armor. Thor and Iron Man had been sent in first, being able to get there faster than the rest of the team.
Bruce would have gone with them if not for the fact that he was still debating if he could be trusted, the 'big guy' had already done so much damage the first time he had been let out, and was not able to tell friend from foe.
He sat in the front of the helicopter ,still debating his choice.
She ignored Hawkeye's gaze as it bore into her, he had tried to stop her from coming, they all had and for once, General Fury was useful. He had put his foot down, they were at war, and they had no time to play favorites. They had all agreed reluctantly, not liking the way he had mentioned that if she did die she would come back, no harm no foul.
It was almost like now that he knew she could come back, he was planning to use it to their advantage. They did not like that thought and after the war was won and the dust settled, they would talk with their team leader.
Just because she would come back didn't mean it was okay for the young woman to die.
Period.
Natasha, who was a spy by trademark, had come along as well and it had surprised those that knew her. She was acting more like a solider then a spy, yet they understood her fury. A woman scored was one thing, but a mother scorned? She would never forgive Loki for what he had caused the two most important people in her life to go through.
The Captain was fidgeting as well, fiddling with his shield as he sat there, flashbacks to a war from long ago running rampant thought his mind. He had hoped against hope, that waking up in this era would mean no more wars. How wrong he was.
Kagome let her hands fall to her lap as she leaned forward to place a calming hand on his knee, giving him a small smile. "You okay, Cap?" She knew the answer, could feel it in the air, yet she asked anyway.
He gave her hand a small pat, yet let it linger on her hand. "Could be better." She nodded, ignoring the way Hawkeye glared at them, even with war hanging over their heads he found time to act like an over protective father, it made her smile.
"We'll be fine, we'll kick Loki's ass. Send those things back from where ever they came from. Save the world and then go home. Piece of cake." It was an optimistic, if not foolish, thing to say, they all knew it, but it brought the man comfort, so they didn't argue.
He smiled, a bit of his inner fight leaking into his eyes, giving her small hand a squeeze before sitting up straighter. "Yeah, let's get this over with."
She grinned as they landed and the hanger opened, the sounds of pure chaos entering the hanger and echoing around them. "Well then, shall we?" With that she and Clint were out the hanger bows drawn and arrows notched.