The Unlucky Lucky Ones

05 || What do i do now?

The explosion did absolutely nothing to help my shoulder.

I had bricks and gravel land on top of me when I tried to take cover on the ground.

Obviously trying to take cover did nothing to help.

Why do I always get put in the worst positions?!

I glance up at the new opening in the wall and see a red and gold suit.

I hear the man in the metal suit speak,"Yeah Cap, I was able to get inside."

After that he flew in the building without even seeing me.

They're not here for me, they gave up a long time ago.

A very long time ago.

No one's got time for past memories, I need to get the fuck out of here, fast.

I was struggling to sit up but when I couldn't lift any of the bricks up I just laid back down and thought of a new strategy.

First I moved my arms free, then my legs, then the rest of my body.

Slowly but surely I got out, but you know my luck is always amazing so I was met with a taser to the back, again.

This time I let out a scream.

A blood curdling scream.

I, with all that I could, kicked behind me and hit something. Apparently my kick did something because I was soon released from the taser.

Man did my body hurt.

I get up clutching of what was left of the wall and get myself up again.

I stood up too fast and now I'm extremely dizzy but I take a deep breath and I stride over to the agent still on the floor and take their weapons.

Maybe I should tase him, show him how it feels.

Now isn't the time.

I use the butt of the gun to knock him out, I reload the gun and start walking out of the hole in the wall. First thing I see is guns being fired, then I hear yelling, and a loud smash.

The fuck?

I run.

I run as far as I can without stopping.

Then I hear foot steps behind me. Without a second thought I run into the jet that was about 200 feet in front of me.

"I don't see her sir.."

"...no, of course not sir."

Once I hear them walk away I finally take a good look of my surroundings.

Well fuck. I was right, they are here, but not for me. 

What do I do now?

There should be a first aid kit around here somewhere.

Not caring that I could be caught any moment, I search the cabinets for a first aid kit until I find one. I open it, take a seat in one of the chairs,and lift my shirt up.

All you can see are scars, blood, and bruises on my body. I take the alcoholic wipe and wipe my stomach so my wounds don't get infected. Then I grab a bandage and wrap my waist to stop the bleeding.

Okay now I can sleep.

Right after I get this bullet out of my arm. I sigh and grab another alcoholic wipe and wipe my shoulder.

This time it was way more painful than my stomach wounds.

I grab tweezers, grit my teeth, and take the painful motherfucker out.

My eyes were watering now,but I blinked twice and put a bandage on my shoulder.

I hear more footsteps and I reach for my gun. I raise it, ready to fire and shoot as soon as the step into sight.

Another agent down.

I walk off the jet, realizing that more will come and see him and know i'm in the jet. I spot an abandoned motorcycle nearby, must be one of the SHIELD agents or an Avengers. Oh well, finders keepers.

I start it up and drive off as far as I can before running out of fuel, nothing but trees for miles.