ACT I | Avengers ! chapter eleven. Battle and Aliens
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I don't know about you guys, but I'm pretty sure Steve's hair alone would get us at least a million likes.
"SON, JUST DON'T."
The soldier stuttered in shock. Captain freaking America was standing right in front of him, staring him down. Meanwhile, Hawkeye was intimidatingly judging him to appear more superior, Doctor Robinson cocked an eyebrow and The Black Widow was smirking. The soldier didn't say anything else and just threw his hands up in the air as the four watched as him along with two others exited the aircraft in a hurry.
"Alright. Let's go." Steve commanded the other three behind him.
"Who knew Rogers was such an old man." Natasha smirked, playfully picking at the man in front of him.
The captain whipped his head back, raising his eyebrows at the 'insult'. "I have been hearing these old man jokes all day." He groaned. "I'm only biologically 27 years old. Younger than you, Romanoff."
Natasha sat on a nearby bench in the jet, legs spread out slightly as she rested her elbows on them. And the captain mirrored her, sitting on the other side of the bench. "Well, I was born in '87. You were born in '18. Next one please." She raised her red eyebrows.
Anne rolled her eyes as she pasted the bickering two. The arrow man was already sat at the pilot seat, pressing all the necessary buttons, hands on the steering wheel. He must of heard the doctor creep up because he had turned his head towards her. "Come co-pilot with me." His eyes flickered to the seat beside him.
Instead of protesting like she would normally do, and used to do back then, she simply sat on the seat. It was good to feel the course leather, to feel the steering wheel in her hands again. These features only belonged to a SHIELD jet and a part of her felt like at home. "Oh my gosh. It's been a while." Anne whispered.
Clint cocked an eyebrow. "Has it?"
The door behind the four closed with a hiss, and before you know it, the jet had taken off. There were others below them holding out their guns and shooting in order to stop them. But, the jet was too fast and blocked all the shots. Anne could just hear Director Fury cursing to himself as they flew away from the helicarrier. Nothing felt more good to her than to feel that. And this too! Flying a jet for the first time since her SHIELD days? It felt like she was a young girl weatherly waiting for her work to be handed to her.
Anne couldn't help but cackle to herself and Clint noticed right away. As his eyes were still glued to the sky in front of him, he titled his head towards the doctor. "What's so funny?" He asked quietly. Behind them, Natasha and Steve were still bickering and the other two thought it was too hilarious to interrupt them.
"For the first time, you are defying the directors orders." Anne shuttered. "And it feels so good, doesn't it? Like why didn't you do this more often?" Anne's asked with wide eyes.
