Special Touch Part: Two

Chapter Four

You sat back in the seat, hands cuffed uncomfortably behind you, and darted your eyes between the two officers up front.

If Fury was having you arrested, already knowing the men's names you were with, this had to be a set up and you knew if they crossed that bridge into Manhattan before you got out, it'd be too late.

You bit your tongue lightly, concentrating on unclipping the bracelet you were wearing that Natasha had gotten you for your six-month anniversary, and started picking the cuffs with the clasp. You kept your eyes forward, not wanting to move too much and alert them of what you were doing, but then one of them caught your eye in the mirror.

"You work for SHIELD then?" You asked, trying to distract them from noticing your concentration, and your voice was higher than normal, bluffing never one of your strong suits.

"Best advice I can give you is to keep your mouth shut." He shot back and you raised your eyebrows.

"Wow, nice small talk skills ya got there, my guy," You smirked teasingly, "They teach you that at the academy or were you always such a bitch ass?"

"Keep your fucking mouth shut!" He shouted angrily, and you chuckled, making him look at you like you were insane.

"Never ever been so good at that," You shrugged with a deep sigh and looked down at the floor, still working the cuffs, but then the click eased, having you glance back up at them with an almost sickly evil grin, eyeing them under your eyebrows, "You guys should really put up some sort of barricade next time, standard issue for police vehicles."

"What're you gonna do?" The driver smirked tauntingly, "Heal us into letting you go?"

You lurched forward with your free hands and slammed the guy's head against the dashboard repeatedly while the driver swerved the car, shouting at you to stop and trying to reach for his gun as his buddy struggled against your surprise attack.

But you were quicker, pulling the same man's gun from his holster that was now bleeding from his forehead, feeling beyond woozy, and shooting the driver's leg, making him cry out.

He accidentally pressed down on the pedal in the scuffle and the car went flying off the Manhattan bridge after crashing through the construction site, making it easy to go over. The one fell unconscious and the driver pulled at your hair, trying to get you to go down first as the car plunged into the water. But he hit his head too harshly with the impact of the airbag and now you were stuck holding your breath with two knocked out cold officers.

You won't lie, part of you wanted to just leave them there as you kicked the driver's door open with both feet, using all your strength, but you knew that would plague you with guilt.

Plus, it's wrong to leave someone for dead like that, but still.

It was tempting.

You reached the surface, dragging the driver by his jacket and pushing with all you had to the surface before the car went too far down. Thankfully, he hadn't made it too far over the bridge, so the shore was nearby, and you shoved him in enough so he wouldn't be pulled back out before you quickly dove under again for the second guy just as that one was starting to cough up water.

By the time you got down there, he already looked blue, and his eyes popped open, scaring you shitless for a second, but you still pulled him out with exhausted limbs.

You both made it to the end, and you were gasping for air, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you laid on your back, completely soaked. The driver was already up and shivering, pointing at his partner in a panic and ditching his gun off to the side when he tried to fire it off in warning to get your attention, but it was waterlogged too much to work.