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Chapter 34: Arrival

Authors Note: I live in America. So we're using Fahrenheit and stuff.

I peered out the window at the desert beneath us and bit my lip. What if my powers didn't work right? These people needed me. I couldn't let them down like that...

"You've been staring out that window for almost two hours," Clint said from behind me, "You okay?"

I turned around, snapping out of my trance. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

"We'll be landing in, say, ten minutes. It's going to be a couple miles walk to even get into the grounds of her 'base', if you could even call it that. It's more like a mini house being guarded by like a thousand people, who are armed and dangerous." Clint said, managing to sound confident, but I could tell he wasn't.

"That thing with Laura really shook you, didn't it?" I said softly, trying not to be too sympathetic. I didn't want to be fake.

A strangled noise came from the back of his throat, and he sighed deeply. "I just want to keep her safe, but the rest of the world needs me to save their sorry souls from that demon woman." I laughed a little.

"She never used to be that bad," I said distantly, "Wanda, I mean. She was like a sister to me."

"Are you saying Pietro's like a brother to you?" Clint said with a smirk, "That's harsh."

I felt my cheeks warm. "He is like a brother. Just... a different kind."

"The kind of brother you want to make out with?" Clint laughed, his laughter only increasing as I shrunk into my seat.

"Where are you even getting these ideas? I don't feel that way-" I started to say indignantly, feeling a little overwhelmed.

"What's going on?" Pietro walked up to the front of the plane, "I heard my name,"

"Nothing," Clint and I said at the same time. I narrowed my eyes into a glare at Clint as he gloated in making me flustered. Could you even call that flustered? I didn't have time to even think of Pietro as anything more than a good friend and ally. I rolled my eyes.

"Didn't seem like nothing," Pietro grumbled, sitting next to me innocently. Clint was practically glowing. I sighed.

"I don't understand you," I muttered at Clint. Pietro looked clueless.

"What's going on...?" He trailed off uncertainly.

"Nevermind," I sighed, "We're landing in ten minutes, apparently. I'm going to go get some gear-"

"Oh!" Clint burst in, as in just remembering something, "They have a new suit for you, since it's going to be really hot."

"What kind of really hot?" I asked, "Like ninety degrees? Or like a hundred and ten?"

"Probably the latter," Clint said with a wince, "Don't remind me. It's with your stuff in the back. And we gave you a couple assorted weapons as well."

"Yay!" I cheered, thrilled. Finally. I almost jumped for joy, like a little kid at Christmas.

"Well, you seem excited," Clint said, chuckling. Pietro just smiled.

I walked as fast as I could, accidentally bumping into that engineer woman. I'd forgotten her name already. It might be nice to know before we almost die together. There was a pile of stuff in the back I assumed was mine. Sitting on top was a pocketknife, 2 guns, a pair of handcuffs, and a syringe that I assumed was filled up with poison. It brought joy to my heart just looking at it. I grabbed the suit and the weapons and walked to the bathroom casually, getting a few weird looks from the FBI agents who were talking among themselves, but nothing significant. I closed the door behind me and almost started undressing, when I realized someone was standing in the bathroom.

"Sorry, deadly weapons aren't allowed in public bathroom facilities." Tony said, grinning, almost suggestively. I felt my cheeks turn red.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed, completely startled.

"I am now!" He said cheerily, "I'm glad nobody had to pee earlier, and I'm glad it was somebody I knew. Imagine if it was that hot engineer lady..." He hesitated. "Well, maybe that wouldn't have been half bad, actually."

"Tony!" I scolded him, still feeling violated, "Why are you here?"

"I'm tired of waiting around and doing nothing. I want to do something," Tony said darkly.

"Revenge?" I asked calmly. "It's Pepper, isn't it?"

The name shook him, I could tell. He was caught off guard by someone saying it aloud. "How did you-"

"I've had my fair share of deaths. I've craved revenge before. I won't kick you off this plane, but Clint might," I said, raising my eyebrows, "Now get out of this bathroom. Just because it says "Unisex" on the door doesn't mean you can camp out in here and scare the women half to death. So get out."

Tony mumbled something unintelligible and walked out of the bathroom with a shrug. I rolled my eyes, locked the door, and took a final look around the room. Nobody. I unzipped my tight S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform that smelled like dirt, sweat, and ash and threw it on the ground, letting the cool air conditioning breathe on me for a second before pulling on the other outfit that'd been designed for me. I recognized it immediately as the thing Clint had made us wear when we were escaping the fire. Completely heat-and-flame-resistant, and had insulation inside the clothing. I felt better than I had this entire week just putting it on. It was black, but it must've been made of material that wouldn't absorb heat as easily as most black clothes. I found a home for every weapon I had been given somewhere inside the suit and smiled. This was my kind of suit.

I opened the door and heard the sound of arguing automatically. I was confused for a moment, and then realized it was Tony and Clint.

"You were not asked to join us!" Clint protested, "The people back in New York are probably freaking out, trying to find you!"

"No, I told Steve," Tony shot back, "He was fine with it as long as I was. I have my Iron Man suit, they kept one of my spares at the lab. You know I'd be a fine asset to the team. Just let me stay."

"I can't! It's not in protocol," Clint retorted, looking frustrated. "Ugh, why can't you just stick to the rulebook?"

"What is this 'rulebook' you speak of?" Tony said, sounding foreign. "I didn't get the message that somebody's making rules, here. I got the impression we were having a temporary alliance to fight a little devil girl who's killing a lot of people!"

Clint opened his mouth and then closed it, as if he was thinking it over. "Fine," He grumbled, "But you trip up one time, you don't follow orders one time, and I'm revealing your location so all of Wanda's minions can rip you apart. Got it?"

"Sounds like a plan," Tony grinned, as there was a huge bump sending all of us reeling. I stumbled a little, grabbing a wall to support myself.

"What-" I started to say.

Clint looked a little shaken, but pushed it away. "Welcome to Wakanda," Clint said, his scowl melting into a smile, "I hope you're all ready."

I'm having another trailer done at the moment. It'll probably be better than my last one that I made. Idk.

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~Emily <3