Little Miss Stark

Chapter Eight

You leaned back in the comfy chair, leaning your chin on your hand as your arm was propped up on the table. You looked at one of the screens from the side, viewing live camera footage of the Avengers breaking into a facility, fighting 'bad guys', and looking for a certain weapon that is supposed to be stored somewhere in this said facility. On the other screen, the computer was in the process of locating any weapons. In the meantime, you watched as Nat took down one man after the other like it was her daily morning workout, Hulk aka Bruce smashing stuff like everything was made of paper, Clint shooting arrows with the utmost precision, never missing, Steve also taking down men only in a less elegant way than Nat and with more brute force, Tony scanning the room in his suit and shooting with lasers and there was Stephen, wearing his mystical, sorcerer-looking attire consuring round, glowing shields, reflecting either the bullets or other attacks from the enemies. He fought in a way the others didn't. His face wore a look of annoyance as if those men were more of a chore than a threat. You figured after what Stephen had said once, he was used to other beings being his enemies. You almost pitied these men. The way Stephen hit them in the face with his shields, throwing them to the side, like they had no chance to begin with. He even pushed one to the side through a portal you didn't know where it was leading and closed it soon after.

Watching Stephen fight was in a way, funny and unbelievable. But after a while you noticed he was breathing more heavily and he hadn't been able to dodge all the bullets. Some had grazed his face, leaving him with bloody cuts on his cheekbones. His hair was undone, a few strands falling in front of his forehead. You couldn't help but get worried, but also a funny tingling and warmth formed itself in your lower abdomen. You squeezed your legs together, sitting up straight and taking a sip from your water bottle.

Thankfully, the computer was done searching for weapons and you were able to locate the specific room in which the object of your interest was hidden.

You pushed the button of your earcom and talked: "Found the weapon. It's in the exact direction you're looking at Nat."

"There?"

"Yeah. Down the corridor. Third door to the left. It's a big one. You shouldn't miss it."

"Great, thanks."

They all made their way to the door and you switched to a camera where you were able to have a perfect view of the door.

Tony seemed to examine it and then said: "We can't get through that door."

You furrowed your brows slightly. "You have a super soldier, a hulk, a wizard, and all sorts of powers up your sleeves and you're telling me you can't get through that door? You've done more difficult things during that mission already."

You could almost see the Tony's eyeroll behind his helmet. "The door and the walls around it are made out of titanium, smart ass. Tell me you didn't think those guys would simply store their word-destructing weapon behind cardboard boxes. They're dumb but not that dumb."

"Fine. What do you want me to do." You asked already typing away, scanning the door and examining the power supply.

"There's a lock. If you hack into the system and get the code... It should take a few minutes-"

"Or I just cut the power supply."

"Please, they-" Tony wanted to object, thinking your idea was way too simple but shut up quick enough when the lights around them turned off, switching to a reddish emergency lighting and the door flew open. "Huh." Was the only thing he could muster.

"They are that dumb." You said, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms.

"Thanks for helping us out, Y/n. We should have everything in control now. We'll be back in about two hours." Steve said.