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Ben ran off to find a lighter before I could even finish my sentence.

While he was looking for a lighter, I put the gunpowder into the cannon using the bobby pin I always kept in my hair, just for times like these.

"You need to swab it," Ben said from behind me after I carefully put the gunpowder in it.

"What?" I asked, looking up at Ben, who was watching with a grimace.

"Can you break that wooden barstool for me, please?" He asked, using his thumb to point to a barstool.

"Whatever you say," I said, casually, picking up the barstool and ripping one of its legs off, business as usual.

Ben snatched the leg from me. "Now rip apart the cushiony part in palm sized squares...please."

"Do you really need me to?" I asked, tilted my head as he stuck the leg into the cannon.

"Do you want all these people to die?" He said, using over-exaggerated head tilts to make his point.

Convicted, I pulled the cushion apart, ripping it to palm sized squares, just as he asked me too, but with a little bit of attitude.

I wasn't used to him bossing me around, but I suppose now really isn't the time to whine about it. He seemed to know a lot more about loading cannons than I did.

"Now take off your shoe-laces," He said, pointing to my shoes.

"Oh my- seriously?!" I yelled.

"Yes! Take them off - now! Trust me, please! I know how to load these cannons!" He begged, yelling over the panicked people that were lodged tightly into the hallway.

"Fine!" I yelled, quickly ripping the shoelaces out of my shoe and handing it to Ben. It may seem strange to trust that someone in 2012 would have so much knowledge on loading 18th century canons, but with Ben, it's rather expected.

Using my shoe lace, he tied the cushion to the severed leg of the stool as I tried to console the people, assuring them that he knew what he was doing and that we were professionals. They didn't seem convinced after the show we just put on.

"It's ready!" Ben said, stepping back as if he had just created a masterpiece.

"Thank goodness!" I sighed, relieved, snatching the lighter from Ben.

"Everyone, take cover!" I yelled, lighting the cannon and bracing myself for impact as I waited for it to free us.

A loud bang rang from the canon, sending it barreling through the steel reinforced door, the sound of it breaking the lock mixed with the screams of the civilians, making me wince.

Getting up from my crouched position, I saw the doors were now blown open, the people finally free to go.

Suddenly, the screams started back again, and began to sound a bit more intense than they were before. Screams of true terror.

Whipping around, I saw Mr. Walker standing in front of the civilians that had been crowded in the hallway, holding Ben hostage- a gun to his head.

"Let him go or I swear I will sever each and every one of your limbs, cut you open, pull out your intestines, and use them to floss your teeth before I pull them from your head. And light you on fire," I threaten, a little surprised at myself and the way the words seemed to erupt from my mouth on impulse.

"And scalp you," Ben said, struggling in the headlock he was in, pulling at his arm.

"Yeah- and scalp you," I said, fetching the sword from my back, "Put him down."

"That sword doesn't belong to you," Walker spat, kicking Ben to keep him from squirming around.

"I think I'll survive stealing something from a nazi," I said, equally, if not more amounts of venom injected into my words.

"It's your own fault for sticking your nose in places you don't belong," he said.

"I belong everywhere that criminals are, with the full intent of making sure justice is served," I said, "let him go."

"I'll let him go if you give back my sword," He demanded.

"I'll give you back the sword if you give me back my necklace," I countered, keeping my sword drawn, ready to strike.

"These would all work out fine, except, you know my secret, and I can't let either of you live to tell the tale," He said.

"Okay, go ahead, kill him, I don't care," I shrugged, dropping the sword to the ground, putting my hands on my hips.

"Huh?!" Ben yelled, his eyebrows almost flying off of his head.

"You drive me bananas," I said.
Ben immediately understood me when I said that, as it was one of our code words we used while on missions, during times just like this whenever we couldn't communicate exactly what we needed.
His eyes lit up with understanding, knowing the plan exactly with just a simple word.

The room erupted into chaos as Ben used his right arm to punch the gun from Walker's  hand, outstretching his left leg in a way that seemed oddly familiar at the moment, but I couldn't quite think about it long enough before I hit the ground, picking the sword up from the ground as Ben threw Walker up and over him in a technique he'd picked up from SHIELD.

He scrambled to grab the gun that was now on the floor, trying to escape from a big burly man that had now recovered and was quickly advancing on him.

I kicked Walker away from Ben with all the force I could muster, sending him halfway across the room, the people yelling out in fear.

"Please stop yelling-I've got this under control!" I yelled, tired of their screams that discombobulated me each time as Walker dusted himself off and began to stomp towards me.

I hoped he didn't have too much fighting experience.
Not wasting my time, I threw the first punch straight to his jaw, instantly making him stumble around like the building was shaking.

Usually when fighting people, even enemies, I'd hold back a little bit. It just felt wrong to use unnecessary full force on them. But not this time. This time I gave him all I had.

No one threatens my Ben Willter and walks away from it.

He tried to get back up and throw another punch, but I deflected it before he even knew I did, effectively snapping his wrist back and dislocating his shoulder.

I pushed him to the ground, watching the burly strong man helplessly writhe in pain.

Ben found the gun, and was now pointing it at Walker, who was on the ground, seemingly and clearly close to fainting.

"Can someone call the police?" I asked, not looking away from him.

"Are you sure?" Ben asked.

"I'm sure," I answered, nodding my head to give him extra assurance.

Someone called the police while Ben and I tied the man up with someone's belt, which tragically looked very expensive.

I scanned the crowd for injuries, readying the first aid kit that Ben had in his backpack, but it seemed the only injuries were that someone's foot got stepped on, or they got some glass in their skin.

Which was pretty good, considering how absolutely trashed the place looked.

We didn't have much time until the police came, we also didn't have a ride to escape.

So as soon as we heard the sirens, we bid our farewells and we ditched.

And stole Walker's car.