AN: I hope everyone will have a great weekend. As always, thanks to my Beta MegaDiary123. We finally have some action going on here! I hope you enjoy.

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Pepper's POV

"Skye stay put. You hear me?" I said to the girl who I was speaking with only to get no reply. The only sound coming from the speaker let me know that she was standing up and making her way through the crowd. "Skye!" I repeated louder but she just hang up.

"Natalie. Natalie!" I called for Tony's new assistant and she came over quickly.

'Yes, Ms. Potts" her eyes glued on the TV screen which was broadcasting live the events from inside the track.

"I really need to get in there" I said pointing at the screen where the camera had zoomed in on Skye's face who just threw a wave of vibrations to the intruder.

I expected the woman to say that it was not safe for me to go there or something among these lines. However, with her eyes still glued at the same spot she simply said, "Absolutely, I understand. How can I help you?" I looked at her as if she just grew a second head and she picked up on my reaction. "I'm guessing you have a way to assist Mr. Stark and… this girl. You are too smart to go in there without a plan" she explained, but still the way that she pronounced "this girl" didn't strike me quite right. It was as if she was hesitating and wasn't sure what to say exactly.

"Where is Happy?"

"He is waiting outside"

"Okay, get him. I need Happy" I watched as Natalie disappeared into the growing crowd, so I turned back on the TV and hissed as the guy who broke into the racetrack barely missed Skye's head, but found her shoulder. From the angle of the camera I could see Tony taking shelter behind another sliced car and hoped that Happy would get here soon.

Skye's POV

I went against the crowd that was running away from the fight. I reached the end of the stands, but there were no stairs leading to the ground. So I was left at least four meters off the ground and away from where Stark's car was already sliced and with the guy closing in on him.

So, I looked at my hands and took a deep breath. It appeared that I would have to do this the hard way. And with those thought I jumped.

For just a few seconds I felt as if time slowed down. But the feeling didn't last for long and the concrete came rushing towards me or, to be more precise, I was falling quickly towards it. I stretched my hands and send a directed wave of vibrations to the ground, slowing my decent and cracking the ground where my powers where concentrated. I still hadn't gotten the hang of it, but I rolled a couple of times and stood up without doing much harm to my body. I was really happy to find no new hairline fractures making their way down my arms.

Sending my powers off me wasn't as hard or painful, but was still quite tricky. I would have to 'extract' them off my body at least a couple of weeks in a large field or something. If not, I felt like suffocating. Absorbing them inwards was what did most of the damage.

But it appeared that I had just found where to vend the excess power that I was currently withholding.

I lifted my gaze to the sound of electricity slicing a car, Stark's car. I released a breath I didn't know I was holding when I saw him slip out of harm's way. The feeling didn't last long though, as the billionaire walked behind the Whip Reactor guy–that was how I was going to call him for the time being, I decided– and hit his back with a car door. Only the hit did nothing to him and with a backhand slap Stark was send flying towards another car wreck.

I started making my way to the track, pushing people and personnel who were trying to prevent me from reaching my destination. Thankfully the Whip Reactor had slowed down on his way to a still dazed Stark. He was hitting his whip on the concrete, in a circular motion, powering the thing up. He probably wanted to hit his enemy full force.

But he never got the chance.

As soon as I stepped foot inside the track, I lifted my hands, in a similar manner as before, and send strong vibration to his back. He was send flying instantly.

Unfortunately I didn't consider the direction that he was fling to, which was the same as the one that Stark was at. Thankfully the playboy was alert enough to jump out of the way and behind another sliced car, taking cover.

The Whip Reactor stopped a few feet from where Stark previously was and turned to look at me, clearly not expecting my interruption of his plans. He prepared to attack me and I raised my hands in front of my face, adopting a defensive position. It appeared that the car's fuels, from the wrecks, were leaking and this combined with the electricity cursing through the whips was not a pleasant combination. The moment his whips touched the liquid a great explosion occurred and the guy was sent flying once more. This time towards me.

I didn't even know how the guy was coherent after being hit so many times. However as I ducked to avoid him, he used his elbow and momentum to hit my shoulder and I rolled aggressively many times before coming to a stop.

Pain radiated from the place of impact, which was my shoulder and from the feeling it must have just been dislocated.

I was dizzy from my head hitting the ground but my S.H.I.E.L.D. training kicked in and I automatically placed my dislocated part back to its place. I was now laying on the ground, face up, and I lifted my gaze to see the angry face of the Whip Reactor who just stood back on his feet.

This time with no fuels preventing him from fully attacking me, he send one of his whips and I only barely managed to roll out of the way. The concrete where my head had just been cracked under the pressure of the weapon and I quickly got up before the second whip had a chance to wrap itself around my ankle.

"Stark, you okay?" I screamed as I ran to where he was.

He just looked at me as if he wasn't sure what he was watching. I peeked from the hiding place and saw the Whip Reactor closing in. I turned back to Stark who was still looking at me with this stupid look on his face. I don't have time for this, I thought.

"Snap out of it!" I yelled at his face and when he wasn't faced by that either, I did all that was left. With no hesitation I raised my hand and slapped him hard on the face. "Focus!"

But I didn't have time to say anything else as the car that we were hiding behind was pushed, quite easily, by the guy who was looking down at us, fuming.

"Run" I said and quickly tackled the guy with all my strength.

It didn't do much, but it was enough of a kick start for Stark to get away.

Without slowing down, I started punching him on his torso, but with my hands healed only a couple of days ago, I had yet to get all my strength back. I had decided that keeping the fight in a close range style would be the most beneficial. Because he wasn't stupid enough to send his whip to me when I was close enough to him and risk hurting himself, would he?

He towered over me, trying to use his strength as his advantage, but I was too fast for him. I ducked out of the way and was behind him in an instant. I kicked the behind of his leg, making him fall on one knee. Quickly I send a roundhouse kick to his neck, hoping to at least daze him a little bit. But the man was a beast.

I felt as if time stopped when my kick did nothing and both his hands wrapped around my ankle. With no hesitation he used all his strength to lift me off the ground and send me to the wall surrounding the racetrack.

I braced myself for the impact as good as I possibly could, but I hit my back on the wall and the back of my head followed in the same steps. I fell to the ground as if I was a heavy sack and could not find the energy to get back up. I dizzily watched as the Whip Reactor, satisfied with my lack of movement, started making his way to Stark. Just as black spots made their way to the edges of my vision and the pain became greater, I noticed a car making its way fast to where we were and thought I saw Happy on the driver's seat.

I closed my eyes and let darkness take me, wishing that I had bought enough time for Mark V to get here.