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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐍. | ❛ Platinum Bastard. ❜
"DID YOU GUYS COPY THAT?" Steve asked the team, his voice echoing inside the Quinjet's comms. Clint, Natasha, and Jamie were inside the jet with their respective attire as they gathered together, waiting for the right moment to attack.
"We did." Hawkeye responded, his grip tightening on the hoop.
"I got a private jet taking off, across town, no manifest. That could be him." The Russian asassin added, her eyes trailing down the busy road with narrowed eyes.
Clint noticed a truck heading across a bridge, causing him to point a finger. "There. It's a truck from the lab. Right above you, Cap. On the loop by the bridge. It's them. I got three with the Cradle, one in the cab. I could take out the driver."
He shifted in his seat, meeting Jamie and Natasha's gaze. "We got a window. Four, three—give 'em hell." he said, making the duo nod their heads before dropping out of the Quinjet.
Natasha rode on a bike, with Jamie placed on the back, her hands tightly clasped around her stomach. On their way, the Heroine picked up Steve's shield. "We're always picking up after you boys."
Jamie snorted, a scoff emitting from her lips. "Tell me about it."
"They're heading under the overpass, I've got no shot." they heard Clint's voice filling inside their eardrums.
Natasha frowned. "Which way?" she questioned, her eyes darting across the traffic.
"Hard right—Now." Natasha head over the truck as Jamie threw Steve back his shield to use it to knock down Ultron.
The pedestrians on the pavement and the busy streets became taken off guard, watching the two women riding on a bike as they tried to chase after the truck. "Out of the way, coming through! Sorry, coming through!" Jamie said, her voice flowing in the wind. She gave a few civilians an apologetic look.
"Clint, can you draw out the guards?" Natasha asked.
"Let's find out."
Jamie's stomach filled with knots as they rode towards a flight of stairs. She gripped onto her friend's waist, feeling herself almost slipping from her crampy seat.
"Heading back towards you. So whatever you're gonna do, do it now." Clint said through the comms, making the redhead nod her head.
"I'm going in. Jamie, can you keep them occupied with Steve?" Natasha asked, shifting in her seat.
"What do you think I've been doing?" they heard Steve's voice through the piece, making Jamie stifle a laugh.
As Natasha entered the truck, Jamie moved her body to the front, grabbing the grip and speeding away towards the train by using her device to track Captain America. Once she found the train, she speed forwards and neared the track. She held the front with one hand, before she slowly stood up to make a jump for it.
