Winter

... And Two More Shall Take It's Place!

We crept through the building, taking out the occasional Hydra personal. Red lights flashed, clearly showing that Raven was being noticed. I heard the little ear piece I had erupt with life as Stark yelled into it.

"Coulson is on the north end!" he paused. "Take two lefts, then a right. First door is where they are keeping him. There are about ten armored guards out front, and an unknown number inside. The pass code is TMSTIP. Good luck!"

We took off down the hall, Me in front, and James, growing weary every step, behind me. We took a left, and the quickly shot down the  guards there. Another left, the hallway was empty. We crept around and noticed the door to the right. Twelve guards with assault rifles stood guard in front of a steel looking doors. I counted to three, and Steve and I went charging out. Guns fired and a bullet grazed my cheek. I ducked and did a cart wheel, knocking out three. I grabbed a pipe on the ground and whacked four, and they collapsed also. James was knocking guys heads with his shield, and had taken out four more. One was left, and he looked overly confident. We saw him take off his helmet to reveal the face of one of James room mates. The pizza face one.

"Hello, Winter, James." He pulled out his gun and as he pulled the trigger, I dove for his feet. He landed with a thud on the ground. He shot again and I heard a cry of pain. It took me a minute to realize that was me. A bullet and been logged in my raised calf. I hit him hard with the pipe, still on the ground, and stood up shakily. My leg hurt really bad, but I could handled it. James helped me up and then typed in the code.

"Thanks, James."

"Don't mention it, Winter."

We plunged through the door to find Coulson sitting by himself in a chair.

"Director?"

"Finally, you guys came." He turned to look at us. He looked tired.

:James rushed forward and helped him up, and I planned our escape route.

"Raven?" I said in my ear piece.

"Talk to me, Boo bear!" I sighed.

"We have Coulson. Where should we get out to?"

"Uh, Stark?"

"There is an exit down the hall that will lead you to the side of the building. There isn't much there, you should be fine."

"Thanks. Rendezvous at the clearing in twenty minutes."

"Rodger."

I looked up at James and Coulson. Then Coulson noticed my leg wound.

"You okay?"

"Just a flesh wound." The adrenaline pumping through my veins made the pain feel small, and insignificant.

Peeking out the door, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see James, also peering out. No one was in the hall. I crept out, making sure the Director was next to James. I pulled out my pistol and pointed it in front of me. Shouting came from around a corner so I paused, pulled out my knife, and when the shouts came around, I noticed they were S.H.I.E.L.D. I put my knife away, but kept my gun in my hands.

"Director?" A man who came around the corner noticed us first. He nodded for them to escort Coulson.

"Just because I am old, doesn't mean I can't defend myself!" He mumbled as they escorted him out he building.

"You got some guts, kids." He then jogged for the exit, so James and I followed. We made it out into the sun light and saw Raven flying towards us. She grabbed me by my left arm and wrapped her arm around James waist. We flew up and I looked down as Coulson waved goodbye. Eventually we made it to the clearing, and Raven brought us down.