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The Fight

A/N:

I am really bad at writing fight scenes as I've got ideas in my head but I can't think of the right words to describe them. They just kind of all come out in a complicated and hard-to-follow blur. So apologies if this makes no sense whatsoever, all I can say is that I tried I guess. But get comfy, this one's a long one.

"I was born ready" I smirked, feeling the warmth of energy flowing through my body, my hands glowing emerald green.

Then, the first shot was fired.

Loki had narrowly dodged a bullet that came from Bucky's gun. Don't get me wrong, I love Bucky and all, but he's very headfast and rarely thinks before charging into battle. I guess that's the Hydra mentality, don't think, just shoot. Bucky advanced on Loki, swinging his metal arm in a circle.

Shit's about to go down.

He punched Loki in the face and kicked him in the guts, making Loki double over in pain. He stumbled backwards and then regained his confidence, flicking his hair in the process. He advanced on Bucky, holding his daggers at his side. That's one thing they've got in common, they both like daggers. They started fighting, and it was unclear to see who was winning.

As I went to help out, I heard a calm voice from behind me. "Where do you think you're going?"

I spun around slowly to see Natasha holding a gun directly at my face. I felt so relieved to see her face, even if it was in these circumstances. She winked at me as she swept a leg underneath mine, causing me to fall to the ground. I quickly stood back up and cast a spell at her, sending her flying across the room.

Before I could go to help Loki, I felt a tap on my shoulder, I spun around to see Peter in a new Spiderman suit. He attempted to web me but I ducked, resulting in the web landing on my dad's helmet.

"Sorry Mr Stark!" Peter called out, panic rising in his voice.

I chuckled to myself and took this as a chance to create multiple copies of myself to surround Peter. I knew that his Peter-tingle should be able to sense which one is the real me. Every version of me now had glowing green hands and one by one sent spells towards Peter, making him stumble back with each hit. All of a sudden he spun around to face the real me and webbed me, causing me to fall back onto the ground. He then ran back to Tony to make sure that he wasn't in too much trouble. To get out of his web, I emitted energy from my hand and used it to slice through the web, freeing myself from the sticky mess.

Tony, Nat, Clint and Peter advanced on me. I held up a strong forcefield to protect me from the shots being fired by my father, Clint and Nat. Peter was kind of standing there awkwardly, knowing that he could only specialise in hand-to-hand combat. He wasn't confident with a weapon in his hand.

I let the forcefield drop for a second, to try and catch a breather. I started using my powers to lift up and throw different objects at them causing them to fall back. Peter managed to get a web around my feet, causing me to fall to the floor. I threw a wooden crate at them with my powers, causing them to fall into a heap.

As I stood back up and went to help Loki in his fight with Bucky, Cap and Thor, a lean figure paired with a female figure stepped in front of me. "Fucks sake" I muttered under my breath. I cast a spell toward the three boys fighting Loki to make their attacks weaker and turned back to the two people in front of me.

"Hello y/n, long time no see, " the lean figure spoke in a Russian accent.

"Miss me, Pietro?" I asked, smirking.

He laughed and flashed me a quick smile. He looked around to make sure Loki couldn't see and quickly dashed to me, pulling me into a tight and brief hug. I really do miss all the Avengers.