I quickly untied my feet unsure of what to do next. He charged towards me and I just tripped him up, he landed flat on his face so I just sat on his back making sure to use all my weight.
I started punching the back of his head with my fists and the palms of my hands and then stood up kicking him furiously. He stopped moving and I panicked a little. Did I kill him?
I flipped him over and placed my two fingers to his neck and thankfully found a pulse. "Just unconscious" I exhaled silently I looked at the only door in the room opening it and no one was guarding it I rolled my eyes muttering a quick "amateur hour."
Back at the tower, the team watched in anticipation. The fight was amateur of course but they were very surprised when the unknown man didn't even get a shove in. "That's my girl" Tony laughed.
"Sir we have coordinates," an agent said running into the room. What timing. Tony goes off on his own grabbing the tablet with the coordinates.
He feeds them into the suits locator and flies off on his own leaving the team behind. "Some of us can't fly Tony" Clint yelled out.
Tony arrived at the location which fit the cliché even better, an old run-down warehouse. He blasted the side leaving a hole in what was an intact wall a reckless decision considering anyone could be standing there.
Instead, he was met with the one face he longed to see "well hello there" he grinned in a awful British accent. "I could've handled this you know" I lied crossing my arms.
"Let's go for a ride shall we," he asked instead grabbing me by the waist without even waiting for a response and off we went. My eyes were shut tight the whole ride it wasn't like every day I was many many feet off the ground.
We landed surprisingly safe back at the tower and I sucked a breath in at the thought of throwing up. I contained my nausea instead being tackled to the floor by Wanda in a crushing hug, it wouldn't have hurt as bad if maybe I wasn't painted in bruises and cuts.
The team congratulated me on my somewhat lonesome escape and amazing fighting skills according to Bucky.
"Let her get checked out first" Steve yelled the motherly instincts spilling out. I smiled gratefully at him making my way to the medical team who immediately tended to my wounds.
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