ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜɪsᴛ sᴇʀɪᴇs | B. Barnes, S. Rogers, L. Laufeyson

Vines 4 Lyfe | 38 |

Harli flung up a golden shield, catching the bullets in midair and making them drop uselessly to the ground.

Their attention was now on her.

"Fuck."

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She laughed nervously as they raised their guns to point at her, bullets ripping through the air only a second later.

She ducked, practically crawling behind a car as bullets thunked against the side.

"I'd appreciate it if you stopped shooting at me!" She yelled. "It's not very cash money of you!"

...did I actually just say that? Nice to know that I quote terrible Vines in life or death situations.

Needless to say, they did not stop shooting.

The reloading of the gun that shot explosives caught her attention, and she waited for the explosion, but it never came, at least not to her.

A yelp of pain from Nat made her sit up, peering around the car.

They were no longer shooting at her, but firing at Nat.

With an annoyed grunt, she hoisted herself up, keeping low to the ground and running around the back of the car.

She flung her hand out at the man aiming for Natasha's head, throwing him back and the wall of the freeway.

A bullet grazed her cheek, making her jerk her head to the side.

"Не причиняйте ей вреда*!" One of the men yelled in Russian, glaring at the one who had shot her. (Do not harm her!*)

She looked around wildly, trying to find a way to get out of the situation without dying.

The only option was the edge.

Gritting her teeth, she launched herself off the side.

"Alis volare." She hissed, her wings spreading just in time to catch her.

She landed safely, her knees buckling.

That was a lot of energy in a short amount of time, fuck. Her vision went white for a few seconds, but then it returned, though slightly dizzily.

"Alright. We good. Okay." She reassured herself, breathing heavily and making her wings disappear.

Nat fired up at the soldier, a bullet hitting him in the goggles and knocking him back.

"Run." She said, making eye contact with Harli.

"Good idea-" The two sprinted across the road while the Hydra agents were preoccupied, planting their backs against the side of a van.

The soldier obviously didn't know where they had gone, only starting to fire at the pavement below with his machine gun.

Harli took her two rugers out of the holster. Both guns were light-weight and extremely accurate, as well as easy to fire.