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Isabelle had soon regained consciousness again, having not even the slightest of ideas on how long she'd been out of it. Hal was no longer in the room, and the large mean guy had returned, now with a magazine instead of a newspaper. 

The side of her neck was still a throbbing ache, remembering that Hal had injected her with something, and that itself freaked out Isabelle. She did her best not to panic as the minutes ticked by, but every time she heard someone talking somewhere nearby or heading towards them, she feared that it would be the boss. 

At some point in time, she started wondering where Peter, Kate, Yelena and Kamala could be and whether they were looking for her if the phone call even went through before she got knocked out. Mostly, she wondered whether they even knew she was missing. 

After all, Isabelle hadn't been what you'd call nice the last time she'd talked to them. It was just her luck that the last conversation she'd had with the three of them was an argument and she'd been ignoring Kamala since then too. The thought made her feel more miserable than she already was. 

And that was really saying something, considering she was cold, hungry, had a massive headache and her face felt like it had decided to test out how much pain it could take. So far, it was holding up.

It was just as she was considering asking the large guard if she could get a bathroom break that something interesting happened, as in like the sudden and suspicious blackout interesting kind of thing. 

Isabelle could hear the scraping of the legs on the flimsy chair the guy supposedly guarding her had been sitting on. She heard what sounded suspiciously like someone being thrown into something that didn't quite withstand the impact, followed by a yelp of what could have been either surprise or distress. 

Whatever it was that was going on, which she hoped it was a good thing, it set the guard with her on alert. He went to one of the windows lining the office wall and pulled down the blinds, just far enough that he could take a look outside. 

It was pitch black and Isabelle didn't think he could see much of anything. Either way, he didn't look happy as he turned away from the window, turning his phone torch on for a bit of light. From the look of his face, she thought he'd have a heart attack before anything actually happened. 

There was already a gun in his hand that did absolutely nothing to calm Isabelle. She sincerely hoped the man didn't pull the trigger in his apparent panic and ended up shooting her. Nothing happened for a while and the silence that stretched out was tense, but the man was scowling to try to hide his panic. 

Isabelle kept as quiet as she could and looked on with a mixture of horror, panic and interest, waiting for something to happen. She didn't have to wait long and she wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. 

With a loud mess of sound that indicated the breaking of one of the windows, something burst into the office. Isabelle was very glad that she was far enough to not get hit by the shards of flying glass. 

The guard wasn't as lucky, but he didn't get hit by enough glass to prevent him from shooting and cursing when he realised it was just a crate that had smashed through the window, something that she wasn't expecting.

Before Isabelle could really think about what she had been expecting, a lot of things happened in very quick procession, and she could only describe it all as utter chaos. The guard cautiously moved to the door and opened it, his gun pointed and ready. 

He didn't get to use it though because before he could really prepare himself, he was tackled to the ground by a dark blur and fell back into the office with a yell and a thud. He cursed once more and shot his gun as his attacker moved over to Isabelle, who had only a moment to panic before she went down with a yelp. 

The chair that she was tied to was knocked back and she grumbled under her breath as her head was once more the victim of abuse as it hit the floor. On the ground, she realised that maybe it was for the best since she could hear a couple more shots being fired somewhere above her.

Just moments after she'd hit the ground, Isabelle heard a loud curse and then a crash that was unmistakably breaking glass. For a couple of seconds it was deathly quiet, until someone hovered over her and found her. 

There, standing over her and looking at her in relief was Yelena, someone that Isabelle was really glad to see. The blonde assassin quickly kneeled down and untied her before pulling her in a hug.

"Thank god, are you okay?" Yelena asked worriedly in a hurried voice as she scanned her for any injuries.

"I'm fine," Isabelle breathed out weakly, leaning into her embrace as her body trembled in relief. "I'm fine."

The blonde sighed in relief and then helped her stand, glancing around warily. "Come on, we have to get out of here quickly. The rest are holding them off for as long as they can."

They. That meant they all actually came for her. She felt so touched and grateful that they actually cared about her.

Isabelle hadn't even  been able to take a single step forward when there was a loud sound, a gunshot, and a crippling pain that spread through her body. She didn't really hear herself cry out in pain, and honestly, she didn't process much of what happened. 

She supposed it wasn't really her fault. After all, Isabelle had never been shot before, and she didn't really want to repeat the experience, that was if she lived through the whole mess. 

Yelena was here, Isabelle told herself as she felt the blonde's strong arms carrying her to some covered spot where they could hide from any more bullets firing at them. They all were here, and that thought alone made her feel better. 

They were here, and Isabelle trusted that they would get them out.