When two worlds collide.

Pure Evil.

I run around the building, trying to look for Dreykov but he's nowhere to be seen.

"Forget about Dreykov! Get out of there!" - Tony.

"I can't- I don't.." I start to look in the rooms. "Where the fuck are the exits?!"

I run further down some hallways and I felt a sudden rush of heat, followed by a bang and a strong force which caused me to go flying in the wall.

"Oh shi- that looked like it hurt..." - Grayson.

"No shit." I groan, pushing my hands underneath me and standing up.

I look up and see fire everywhere.

Something must have exploded.

I frantically run, trying to look for an exit.

"I'm going to jump through that window." I take a few steps back.

"NO! Do you know how high that is?!" Dad gasps.

"I'd rather jump than burn in a building!" I scoff, running at the window.

I land on my back and Jesus fucking Christ that was the longest drop I've even done.

"Oh fuck!" I yell in pain, arching my back.

"I told you, dumbass!- Dad.

"Shut up!" I groan. "Where are you?"

"Trying to find you. Where are you?" - Thor.

"Uh.." I look around but then I saw Dreykov.

I run over to him and slam him into the ground, grabbing his gun and shooting the other guards dead. I tie him to some heavy boxes and glare at him.

"You're going to pay for everything you've done." I glare at him, holding my gun out in front of him.

He looks at me, unimpressed.

"You don't have the nerve." He spits.

"Dont test me."

"Alexandra, where are you?!" - Wanda.

There was a thud behind me and I turn around to see a van. I slowly walk towards it and the doors open. I glance back at Dreykov who was smirking and when I turned back around something was thrown towards me.

Seconds later an explosion took place. Next thing I knew was that I was on the concrete with massive cuts and bruises all over my body. Along with scrapes that had ripped my suit. I grunt as I move my head up to see the huge cut that was running across my chest. I felt a cut under my eye and on the opposite cheek. I tried to move but all I could feel is pain but I refused to let Dreykov live another day. I fight my way through the pain and pull myself up, stumbling towards him. I wince and hiss in pain every step we took.

"Fuck! The explosion set us back..we have to find another route!" - Steve.

"Language!" - Sam.

I look at the smug expression on Dreykov's face. I was angry. Rage was coursing through my veins and the more I look at him the more pissed off I get. The pain I once felt was now getting turned into anger.

"They fucking missed!" Dreykov scowls. "I thought they had you for a moment."

I pull a knife from the garter that was strapped to my thigh and pointed it up at him.

My suit was torn in places and blood was flowing from my cuts at a worrying rate..but that's not going to stop me from getting my revenge.

"Your a horrible man and I'll be doing the world a favour by getting rid of you!" I spit.

He just laughs. "It's only a matter of time before you pass out from blood loss...I'm not the horrible one, you are!"

"I'm not the horrible one!" I stab his leg with the knife. "I didn't abuse and torture women for years! I didn't force them into turning into your personal army!" I growl, stabbing his other leg.

"They sacrificed themselves for the greater good." He scoffs.

"You're fucking mental!" I tap the tip of the knife on his temple a few times. "Bat shit crazy!"

"Your heart is made out of stone whether you like it or not! Your little boyfriend isn't going to change the fact that I raised you! I RAISED YOU TO BE THE PURE ROOT OF EVIL!" He yell in my face. "I RAISED YOU TO NOT FEEL EMOTIONS!"

I heard footsteps behind me.

"What you raised will be your downfall." I grab my gun and point it to his head.

"I'll say hi to Sarah for you!" He grins.

"No..-" I shake my head. "You won't because Sarah isn't where you're going."

I shoot him in his head before I felt arm wrap around me and walk away. It was dad. He pressed on my chest causing me to scream in pain. He quickly puts me down.

"Oh my God.." He whispers.

They never had a good look of me. My vision blurred and I found it hard to breathe before darkness consumed me.

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