Of Love and Lines (MCUxReader)

Thirty One

Turns out you could only teleport as far as you could see. And with the fucking blizzard you found yourself thrust into, visibility was low.

So here you were, tromping through knee deep snow, fighting against the wind, as your powers repeatedly healed the frostbite attempting to work its way up your extremities. Talk about fucking painful.

But you could just make out a crop of trees in the distance. That was your goal. Hopefully the Christmassy pines would render aid to the wind problem. Maybe you could even climb up into the branches to get your bare feet out of the snow. If you climbed high enough, you could see further and that also meant you could teleport further. Getting as far away from this shitshow as possible was goal number one at the moment.

"Why the fuck does it always have to be snow? Why can't the bad guys choose a nice tropical destination for the whole secret lair thing." You mumbled to yourself as you trudged along.

The blizzard around you settled. As the view of the treetops cleared, you took a deep breath and teleported right into their branches. Your feet immediately slipped on the icy surface, the bark cutting into your soles only to be instantly healed as you grabbed onto the trunk at your side. 

"Shit!" You yelled.

The good news was you got more visibility.

The bad news? This fucking forest was crawling with Hydra.

"Shit." You whispered.

Even with your advanced powers, heights were still not your thing. Your entire body began to shake, and not from the cold.

Fuck. FUCK. Think, Penn.

You drew in shaky breaths and exhaled long ones, trying to force the panic to leave your body.

A jet passed overhead.

A quinjet.

You tracked it with your eyes, afraid to move your body and give away your position to the goons thirty feet below. How they hadn't heard you before was a mystery.

The fucking idiots.

Metal Head flew from the back of the jet, followed closely by Vision and Thor.

The jet touched down in the middle of the field and more figures emerged before it took right back off, passing over you.

They were here. They were all here.

Light glinted off Steve's shield and your heart sored in relief, then plummeted when you tracked its trajectory.

Kraken had recovered and their teams emerged from the bunker in droves just as Hydra emerged from the forest.

Surrounded, the team split off in different directions, someone heading your way. You could make out the gleam of Winter's arm as he engaged the goons nearest you.

Flashing down to help him when he was quickly surrounded, you took out three of his opponents easily, careful to keep your killing shadows away from the super soldier.

When he noticed you, he froze, earning himself a knock to the jaw.

They weren't firing at him, you realized and stood there to watch their movement.

They don't want to kill him. They want to capture him.

Well, fuck that.

You wanted them to hurt. To suffer. Instead of killing them outright, you commanded your shadows to fill the men closest to you with agony.

Bucky spoke into his comm, and you couldn't make out what he'd said over the screams of the goons around you.

You'd left a few for him, thinking he would enjoy it. He fought with them, slowly closing the distance to you.