Invisible String

Reunion

Tw: Violence, blood, slight sexual themes, and injury.

Jules was getting really acquainted with this feeling. Falling. Feel the wind whip at her hair, hear it howling in her ears. So, she'd succumb to it. Close her eyes knowing she did all she could. Wait until her body would collide with the floor. Each bone, every part of her shattering into tiny little pieces. Then the moment would shift, and she would be falling all over again. Stuck in a perpetual loop she hadn't yet figured out how to break.

However, in this moment Jules blocks out her emotions and lets her body take over. Do what she was trained to do. To fight and survive. And she was furious. The rage seethes in her DNA, bouncing from one end of her body to another. It charges her up like a solar panel.

She throws the door open to exit Nick Fury's office. "THERE SHE IS!" Jules turns her head to the left and only a few feet away tower the special forces unit. They're heavily armed and advancing towards her in a seamless line of black. "JULES WARD, SURREDNDER YOURSELF. PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!" She could feel the surrounding air heating up, feeding off the tension like bacteria.

Jules takes in a deep breath and turns her body towards the agents. They react slightly to her movement. She balls her fists by her sides and rolls her neck. "I know you're just doing your jobs but I'm not the one you should be going after. You're being lied to."

"HANDS IN THE AIR WARD!" Well, it was worth a shot, she thinks. Things are about to get messy. Jules licks her lips apprehensively. "I have no intention of giving myself up, so you're just gonna have to come and get me."

Jules bolts down the opposite corridor. She propels her body forward, pumping her arms and legs forward with a focused intensity. That's all she thinks. Forward. Forward. Forward. All of a sudden Jules inhales a sharp breath feeling an agonizing burning pain in her right shoulder. Bullet. She could feel her body trying to falter but she couldn't stop. If they put her in custody Jameson would continue his reign of terror on New York. She had to get out of here.

She turns right and then makes a left, bursting through another set of double doors leading into rows and rows of S.H.I.E.L.D agents desks. They all turn their heads in shock as Jules sprints through. She jumps over desks throwing papers and anything her hands brush against to trip the perusing agents.

Jules clutches her side gasping in pain. Another bullet. Her body burns and her breath starts to catch in her throat. Panic. Jules crouches down to her knees amongst the rows of desks, grunting in pain as she crawls on the floor. "CHECK EVERY ROW AND SECURE ALL EXITS UNTIL WE FIND HER!" Jules pushes her body forward and spots an agent crouching on the floor beside his chair. They lock eyes and his eyes stretch wide. She makes a grab for him they roll against the floor and Jules clamps a hand over his mouth to muffle his screams. She bashes his head against the floor a few times. "I'm sorry." She whispers. Snatching his gun from the holster and making a dash for the window at the end of the large office.

"Hey over there! I see her!" shit, well don't shoot me again because this fucking hurts Jules thinks. She half runs half limps and points her guns upwards at a gas pipe to cause a distraction. Jules then strategically aims her gun at the window, shooting at the bolts keeping it in place. She steps through the broken glass and lifts her body through.

The New York streets are spread out before her many feet below. She adjusts her footing treading carefully on the bits of stone creating a ledge on the outside of the building. Come on Jules, you can do it just keep looking up she thinks.

The adrenaline is still coursing through her veins, but she knew it wouldn't be long until she started bleeding out. Jules was carefully precise with her footing moving from ledge to ledge working her way up the building. She throws herself over placing a shaky hand to her side. Her ears perk up to the thundering chorus of footsteps travelling to the rooftop of the building. Jules drags her body to the edge gasping for breath. Four agents kick down the rooftop door pointing their guns at her. "Agent Ward, for the last time! Stand down!"