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"Time to go" Yelena said as she turned, pulling the dead pilot out of the cockpit of the helicopter and taking his place.
Yelena started up the craft as Natasha jumped inside keeping watch for Ana.
"We have to find Ana" Natasha yelled back at Yelena.
The helipad dipped dangerously beneath them and Natasha gripped a seat near her and the helicopter dropped a bit.
"We will, just not right this second" Yelena shouted back as she continued to get the craft online as another explosion rocked the helipad, making it sway dangerously in the air.
The helicopter started to lift with Yelena's ministrations, whipping their air around them as Natasha scanned for any sign of Ana.
"Come on, come on Ana" she whispered through gritted teeth.
The helicopter rose further up in the air about twenty feet as it hovered, smoke and fire all around them.
Yelena waited as long as she could as explosions rocked the air around them.
"Natasha we have to go!"
Natasha looked back at Yelena, her eyes wide and a vein pulsing in her forehead.
Natasha shook her head.
"She has to know!" she said, and then jumped.
"Natasha!" Yelena screamed, unable to follow her in order to keep the air craft up, "Fuck" she roared as she navigated the helicopter away from the helipad to watch Natasha.
"Fuck fuck fuckity fuck" Yelena muttered, concentrating on the controls.
Natasha landed heavily, the air shooshing out of her lungs as she rolled and then ran, trying to keep her balance as the platform under her started to flex and buckle underneath her. She ran up the helipad towards the main body of the facility despite the fire and smoke that surrounded her.
Suddenly the helipad gave way and the metal shrieked as it ripped away from the main body of the Red Room, tipping to the side. Natasha let out a grunt as she ran harder, trying to reach the main body before the helipad fell away.
She jumped just as the platform gave way under her, the groan of the steel echoing in her ears as it hurtled into the air below her.
She reached out mid air for the landing of the main open entrance.
She missed.
And fell into the open air.
Ana slid down the tile floor of the corridor as the structure upended with the explosion, tipping her out as the Red Room facility fell apart. She dug her fingers into the tile, trying to grip onto anything that would stop her descent. The end of the corridor ripped away with the wind from the decent of the entire facility just before she reached it, casting her out into open air.
The wind whipped at her face, and she felt cuts open up around her body as debris hit her during her decent. She tried to veer her body away from the biggest of the debris, the smoking parts of the Red Room flying past her.
She veered too far and flew head first into a paneling, knocking her off balance as she turned like a top in their air, making her vision blur. Ana spread her legs and arms, slowing herself in the air and steadying her body.
That's when she saw Antonia, flying like an arrow towards her, smoke trailing behind her from her jet pack attached to her back.
Ana grimaced as she turned and straightened her body out, allowing her to cut through their air like a knife a she hurtled downward.
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