Rundown (Spiderman x Reader) (II)

52. Blaze Of Glory

I don't know where I'm goin'
Only God knows where I've been
I'm a devil on the run

Let me tell you something: being back in a plane with turbulence and a bad pilot after walking less than ten daily steps is worst the idea ever. I puked during the middle portion of the flight. Thankfully, one of the bodyguards let me take off the muzzle and had a trash bag nearby.

When we landed, the back door opened, turning itself into a ramp. I observed we were positioned on top of a building and a helicopter was on the corner. I have no idea where we are... city-wise and country-wise. There are a million trees scattered, so... yeah, that's not an actual clue.

The bodyguard to my right began tugging on my restraints when a man from inside the building came rushing in. "Wait, can I be the one to escort her inside? Thanks, Miller." The other guy finished untying me and then left us alone. "Hi, I'm Lemar Hoskins. Do you mind if I...?"

He pointed at the muzzle. I nodded excitedly since I was so happy about getting the damn thing off. He's been the nicest one so far... I should keep my guard high nonetheless. He's wearing an expensive uniform after all.

"Oh my god, that smelled so bad. You're a lifesaver." I panted once the muzzle was off. I couldn't properly breathe in there. Wait, he said his name was Lemar, right? "So you're the fan Walker talked about?"

His kind smile faded into an 'o' shape. "H-he mentioned that? Wow. I hope he didn't.... he didn't say anything embarrassing." Then he started moving us towards the building.

I chuckled, seeing how nervous he got. "Not really."

"It is an honor to get to work with you, by the way. I, um, I love your powers."

"Thanks." I think this is my first fan interaction. Most civilians want to know more about Spiderman or the Avengers. Rarely do they wonder about me. "Do you have any codename or, like, a superhero name too?"

"It's, um... it's Battlestar," he struggled to let out.

I snorted in surprise, but he responded with a glare. "Sorry, I... that was unexpected. I don't know what I expected, but 'Battlestar'? They ran out of papers in their patriotic name jar?"

"Says the girl whose name is Killer Bee." Touché. A dude who can roll with the punches. Good to know.

We continued talking for a couple of seconds until a pilot and Captain America burst through the door. "Hey, we've tracked a situation about 90 miles from here. Flag Smashers attack. Put Lang on the helicopter. We leave in 5," the pilot-looking guy instructed.

"I'm wearing sweatpants. I'm not gonna fight like that." I made up an excuse, although it was a real concern. I'm not fighting in the same outfit I've been wearing for 5, almost 6, months to sleep, exercise, and eat.

John rolled his eyes. "You'll be able to change in the back. Now go."

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I've had plenty of suits during my time as a superhero. Some great, some who need a bit of work. Gotta admit, for a government-created suit, it was not too bad.

They left the gold and the black colors that I had incorporated into my main one. However, the gold overpowered the black, as they switched positions in the amount of space they took. And they made the belt bigger for some reason.

Besides that, they left a space for my shock collar, who I nicknamed *insert funny nickname* just because it's a part of me now. What is with people putting shock collars on me anyways? Like, be creative on your imprisonment style, please.

Focusing back on the battle, we arrived in minutes. Clueless about the situation, I imagined we were gonna land on a warehouse, a building, or something similar, but no. It was a street surrounded by thousands of trees. The target, I'd assume, would be the moving trucks with people fighting on the roof of them. Where else would it be?

"Stay sharp, everyone. Lemar, Lang, you'll jump after me,"  John ordered. 

A couple of people in black masks were pinning down... Is that Falcon? Sam Wilson's here? What an odd, unexpected reunion.

Walker threw Captain America's shield right up on a dude's face. The thing boomeranged back into his arm, so used the momentum to land in front of another person.

Lemar used one of the ropes to swing over the truck. There wasn't another one, which meant I had to improvise. I focused my energy on creating two light daggers. I jumped, stabbing the daggers on the side of the vehicle for landing, and then using them like steps on a ladder to climb to the top. They disappeared after I stopped touching them.

"Sam! John Walker, Captain America," the guy screamed against the wind. 

"Lemar Hoskins. Looks like you guys can use some help."

A pair of the bad guys emerged from their spots. I didn't get the time to reintroduce myself. I proceeded to throw random smacks. Instead of a proper greeting, I shouted. "Uhhh, you already know me!"

Amid the battle, two dudes were hanging from Falcon's legs. Quick (Y/n), what would Peter do if he was here?

I created a bo staff and slammed their faces repeatedly. Okay, Peter might've not done that, but at least it stopped them from dragging Sam down. Bucky, whom I just recognized, helped as well.

One of Falcon's wings threw the super soldier and a masked guy to the side. Bucky slipped, but used his metal arm to not smash against the concrete.

I was fighting whatever bad one came our way, but, as we all know, my hand-to-hand combat stills needs a ton of work. I've gotten better over the years, yes, but these people seemed to be experts on the topic. Their punches struck harder and their jumps ended up higher.

What happened was that a road sign got in our way and knocked me from the truck. Where are reflexes when you need them? Luckily, Falcon grabbed me by the ankle at the perfect moment. "Thanks, man!" I yelled.

"FYI, I'm gonna swing by them," he warned me. Let's do some quick math: wind + flying in an unstable manner + being upside down = a very disoriented (Y/n) Lang. I observed the trucks becoming bigger and suddenly driving together. That's all I could distinguish from the blurry blobs.

Sam flew by our left side, where Bucky was hugging a beam for dear life. "That little girl kicked your ass," the winged man retorted. Bucky just yelled in response. I could kick his ass too, but I'm not gonna shove it or brag in his face.

Next thing I heard was some gunshots. Since Bucky was slipping and inches away from sliding across the street, Sam managed to get me on the rooftop and save him. They rolled away in a field of flowers.

The truck on the left was empty, thank god. I needed, like, two seconds to breathe. Walker was literally hanging in the back while Lemar was being choked. They managed to throw him off, but his partner threw the shield to catch him.

Faketain America— I'm proud of that one, not gonna take it back— lifted himself and exclaimed. "That was a bad idea." However, the threat lasted less than expected when the leader of the evil team kicked him into a car's window.

I did a couple of slashes and punches before I ran into the same destiny. Damn, were those hits strong. I think I'm not bleeding, but I'm sure gonna be bruised and sore tomorrow. Yay...

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Author's note:

I wanted to take today's author's note to thank everyone for +18k reads on Shutdown!! I'm working on the courage to edit the first couple of chapters (because I'm constantly cringing at my past myself), but for the time being, I'm sending a huge hug to you guys! Words can't describe how grateful I am :)

~ Winter ❅