Never Gonna Stop Me (Resilience Book 1) (Avengers Fan-fic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 44

 

Steve POV

The atmosphere on the jet was tense. Not one of us was comfortable with doing this. We knew that we should be waiting for Sam to give the all clear, but there was an underlying anger at her leaving us which none of us could ignore.

She didn’t even say goodbye.

Clint flew us into the general area, and parked the jet so it was concealed from view.

We all ran off to our re-con points, Tony flew around and landed silently on the roof. Clint ran to the roof beside the warehouse and took up position. Bruce hid near a back door, ready to bust us out if needed. Nat and I were heading in through one of the side-doors. We were all nervous and unsure about this, but we were here. There was no turning back.

We all had just made it to our points, when the entire area was plunged into blackness. We could hear Alex’s menacing laugh and my blood ran cold. He knew we were coming. They were expecting us.

Suddenly, Nat screamed and fell to the ground beside me. I somehow managed to catch her limp body in the pitch-blackness, before searing pain tore through my skull. I gritted my teeth, falling to my knees, lowering Nat to the ground as gently as I could.

Alex laughed again as the pain won the fight. The last thing I remembered was the sound of footsteps, slowly, confidently stalking towards us, before the blackness consumed me.

Sam was right. We weren’t ready.

Sam’s POV

 

 

I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling, conflicted. I was happy to be back in my own bed, my own apartment. But I missed the comforting sounds of STARK Towers. I missed the feel of Steve’s warm arms around me, his soft snoring as he slept. The sound of Tony as he snuck down to the kitchen at two a.m. for a brandy, having been woken up by nightmares of some sort. I missed the comfort of being surrounded by friends on all sides. But I was angry at them. They knew exactly why I didn’t want them going in, so why didn’t they see that they weren’t ready. They had barely prepared, barely trained. They were in no fit condition to go up against Alex, mentally or physically.

I sighed and rolled over on the bed, burying my face in my mattress. I didn’t want to leave, but I had to. I cared about them all, and I couldn’t, and wouldn’t stand by and watch them be tortured to death by RHOKA. I groaned into my pillow. Why couldn’t Nick just have listened in the first place? He knew as well as I did what Alex was capable of. He even trained him for a while! Why couldn’t he just see sense?

I lay there quietly for a while, letting my thoughts plague me and wash over me. Colm had gone back to the gym, after much coaxing. He had stayed with me throughout the week, only leaving when I effectively kicked him out the door to go and do his job. We had already been close, but this had just strengthened our sibling-like bond. It was nice. I had always wanted a family, and this year I got a big one. I loved them like they were blood-relatives, all of them. That was why I had to leave.