FLIGHT ✔P.M. ₂

chapter thirty-three

WHY DID EVERYTHING ALWAYS GO to shit in Robin's life? All he wanted was to get his pilots license and just live his life. But no, the Fates could not allow that. Because Robin Carter was one person who could not have a normal life. It was out of the cards, apparently.

Life was going okay, in demigod standards. Robin was settling in, and was walking over to the post office to mail a letter to hope to get back into piloting school. It was a relatively quiet day, the traffic light and the streets less packed than on a normal day.

As he walked down the street wearing a classic t-shirt and jeans with converse outfit combo, Robin thought about what he would do when he got back. He would likely call Leo to talk for a bit as he searched for a job, since you can't exactly survive off a bit of stolen money.

He turned a corner, choosing to take a short cut through an alley he was familiar with at this point, when all of a sudden he was hit against the wall.

"A cyclops? You've got to be kidding me!" Robin complained, ripping the charm off his necklace, a sword taking it's place. "I can't catch a fucking break," He huffed as he fought the monster. In retrospect, it had actually been awhile since he had to fight a monster, but he was not looking forward to doing it again.

His sword hit against the club the cyclops was carrying, neither of them holding back. It went like this for a bit, before Robin when for a swing, only to get hit in the stomach with the club, sending him flying into the building behind him (somehow he landed straight into the boarded up window.)

He groaned, feeling pieces of both glass and wood dig into his skin, likely drawing blood. The cyclops was not finished, however. The wall was broken with a loud bang!

"Shit," Robin cursed, pushing himself to his feet. This was not good, and definitely not how his day should have gone.

The cyclops took a swing with his club, but Robin swiftly ducked, falling to the floor and rolling away. He jumped back up, sword in hand and ran for the kill, swinging low and charging up his weapon with his powers. He hit the target this time, and the monster turned to dust before him.

Robin allowed himself to sigh in relief, and carefully took out the glass and splinters from his skin. That's when he heard footsteps, muffled yelling and a door slamming open. All he could think was:

"Oh, fuck."

A few minutes earlier, in the motel across the street, the four Avengers sat around, analyzing the situation. The people who went inside certainly were suspicious, but it was not enough to go inside and take down the operation they knew was happening in that very building.

Mere minutes after people went inside, Clint had gone up to the roof to shoot arrows around the warehouse, planting bugs which connected to his laptop.

Now, as the four stood around, waiting for new information, they heard the sound of glass shattering coming from one of the bugs.

"Cap, we got something," Clint informed, because of course Captain America would be the squad leader. Then came another noise, sounding more like a bang and some crumbling.

"Sam, can we get eyes?" Steve questioned.

"Only if we suit up," Sam said, semi sarcastically, but Steve did not pick up on that and disappeared to put his suit on.

Sam shared a look with the others, but they all put their own suits on. After all, they might have to go in there. Once that was done, Sam sent in redwing to get a visual.

At the side of the warehouse, where the noise came from, was a gaping hole in the wall that looked suspiciously human size... a really, really tall and muscled human. Sam relayed the information to his team.

"They're likely trying to recreate the super soldier serum again," Steve commented. "Like Banner did."

Clint sighed, slipping on his signature sunglasses. "Looks like we have to go in there."

And so, they made their way down there. Steve was quick to kick the door down. People could be heard yelling orders, and rushing around to gather everything they could and leave. Too bad they would not have the chance.

"Split up!" Steve instructed, going in the direction of the voices and the yelling, Sam close on his tail. This left the other route for Pietro and Clint.

"Try to keep up, old man!" Pietro teased, zooming away.

"Stupid child, leaving me behind as if I have a super power," Clint mumbled to himself, breaking out in a sad run. "I'm getting to old for this shit."

Pietro cleared the hall up until he reached a dead end. He started to run back, when he suddenly froze, turning back around. Was that who he thought it was? I mean, you don't see people with pink hair every day (blue hair? Sure, but bright pink? Not very common, especially not in secret HYDRA bases.)

"Robin?"

"Oh, hey there Bambi," Robin greeted as calmly as he could manage, his entire internal dialogue being nothing but a string of curses in Ancient Greek. He really did not expect to see an Avenger here - much less in this abandoned building.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Pietro demanded, angered by the fact that this was the first he's seen of the boy in months, and he had the audacity to greet him as though no time had passed.

Robin opened his mouth to answer, but then came an explosion near them, inside the building.

IM SORRY ABOUT THE CLIFFHANGERS I KEEP LEAVING I CAN'T HELP MYSELF ✋😭

on the bright side, there's going to be so much more Pietro & Robin content! heh... it'll be great...