Jupiter: Avengers [Marvel Phase I]

one.

This was nothing she hadn't done before. Jenn tried to remind herself that as she took a deep breath and clenched her fists tight. On the exhale, she let her tension flow from her with her breath. This is nothing I haven't done before.

Jenn did a quick sweep of the room. Dim lighting showed a mostly-bare room composed of concrete and corrugated steel. The ceiling was about ten metres- No, she was in America now, might as well use their ridiculous measuring system. That converted to thirty, maybe thirty-five feet. The door at the other end was equally far away. It was just one, big square, really. This gave her a good view of her surroundings. On the other hand, she also didn't have too many places to hide, but...semantics.

The most interesting part of the room, besides herself, were its other occupants. Six men and women stood opposite her, dressed in black tactical gear. Every single one of them was looking at her. And they were all armedarmed. Delightful.

"Alright," Jenn told herself. "Nothing you haven't done before." A smile pulled up the corners of her mouth.

She took one step forward and every agent drew their gun before she could blink. Her smile became a smirk.

"What, I don't even get a 'good evening' anymore? We're just gonna get right into it?" Jenn asked. And, because they were daring her, she took that next step. The agents stood their ground. "Guess so," she sighed, then rolled her eyes. "Alright, first things first."

Holding up a clenched fist, Jenn concentrated on their weapons. Only the guns, only the guns, she muttered under her breath. It was times like these that Jenn was glad that guns were metal. When she opened her fist, the guns were ripped from their owners' hands and thrown back through the air. This time, Jenn's sigh was one of relief.

Before they had a chance to regroup, Jenn leapt into the air and dropped down right in front of one of the agents. They threw a punch before her feet even touched the ground, but Jenn's reflexes were faster. She caught the agent's fist, placing them in an elbow lock before dropping them to their knees with a kick to the back of the legs. A martello kick aimed at their head brought them to the floor. One down, five to go.

As she stood, Jenn moved straight into a queixada kick to take out the man who had been standing behind her. Two down. For the third, Jenn tried for a standard roundhouse, only to have her opponent catch her leg. She managed to get out an, "Oh, bloody-" as he threw her back to the floor.

Harsh concrete knocked the air from her lungs. By the time Jenn looked up, the agent was already aiming a kick in her direction. She rolled away just as his heel made contact with the ground where her face used to be. Jenn scoffed as she somersaulted to her feet, putting as much distance as she could between herself and the agents.

As it usually did in times of duress, a familiar voice echoed in her head. "You're really bad at dealing with multiple opponents," her sister had told her once. For the briefest second, the cold, concrete walls surrounding her became the hypersantized ceramic tiles of the C.E.N.T.R.E. facility she grew up in. "It's all about prioritization. Assessing the immediate threat of each attacker and crafting a strategy to deal with them in descending order."

"Yeah, yeah. Shut up," Jenn hissed at the memory. Her sister had been right, of course. Her sister was always right. But that didn't mean she had to like it.

Alright, take two. She'd just jumped in without a strategy on her first go. This time, strategy was her priority. Who was the biggest threat? Arguably the man who'd nearly kicked her in the face. The next out of the remaining four- wait, make that five. Apparently one of the agents wasn't as unconscious as she thought. Well, he'd been an easy target last time, so he'd go last-