Kyra. - [Clint Barton/Avengers]

Four

⋆ Kyra’s POV ⋆

 

  “We’re okay.. right?” Black Widow questioned hesitantly. Bruce clawed harder at the floorboards, his back arching. While Natasha was trying to find Bruce before he turned into The Hulk, I was trying to do something I would regret.

  I crawled towards my gun that scattered on the floor, small hisses leaving my mouth as my knees scratched against the glass. Shorts and lace tights weren’t the right attire to be on a mission, currently. My blouse? Well, let’s just say it was ripped. A loud roar rang through my ears. My eyes snapped up, alarmed.

  Shit.

⋆ Natasha / Black Widow ⋆

  Shit. Was the only thing that ran through my mind. Bruce, was no longer Bruce. He was an enormous, green, rage monster. I glanced in front of me, where Kyra was. Her eyes were snapped shut, small hisses leaving her teeth.

  Her eyes snapped open once again, and I held back a gasp. Her eyes weren’t the beautiful green-blue eyes they were. They were black, her pupils blown to a glass blue. The gasp I held in was let out once she bared her fangs, her nails growing.

  Her head snapped to me, before she managed the words, “Run.”

  And I did exactly that. With a Hybrid and a Hulk on my tail. I ran as fast as I could, hearing the distant roars, and the hissing of my new found friend. If I could even call her that. I ran through hallways, only for glasses to be broken, gas tanks to explode, and for me to be knocked over.

  I finally found a place to hide, and I laid into a crouching position. It was silent for a moment. My eyes were kept trained against the pipes, when a pair of black - blue eyes connected with mine. Kyra hissed once again. Her nails dug into the pipe, sending oxygen around.

  “Fuck,” I cursed, before running once again. The Hybrid chased after me, before she was thrusted to the side by the one and only God of Thunder, Thor.

  I slid down against a wall, my knees to my chest. My arms wrapped around my knees, my head against it, letting out a sigh. “Agent Phil Coulson is down,” Fury’s voice rang through my earpiece. “Agent Barton has been located once more.”

  “This is Agent Romanoff. I copy,”

⋆Kyra’s POV ⋆

 

  Thor sent me into a wall, making the Hybrid slowly slip away from me. I let out small sighs, before my fangs retracted as well as my nails. I leaned my head against the wall, breathing slowly.

  “Agent Phil Coulson is down,” Fury’s voice mumbled. “Agent Barton has been located once more.”

  “This is Agent Daniels. I copy,”

  If you were wondering about my history with Clint Barton, well you’re in for a treat. You see, when I was younger, I had met Clint before. Let’s say he saved me from being a lab experiment. Let’s say, he was kinda, sorta my hero in some sort of way. He was my only friend, my first crush, and kind of.. my first kiss. Shamefully. He knew that I was a Hybrid and he was the only one that accepted that. When I heard Clint was being compromised, it was the only reason I had joined S.H.I.E.L.D.

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  I sat on the chair that was across Clint’s bed, letting out a sigh. He grumbled obscenities, his eyes opening. He struggled against his straps, but I only stood up to pour him a glass of water.

  “Kyra?” His voice was raw. He sounded as if he hadn’t had a drink - or even spoke in a long time. I smiled, passing him the glass. He raised an eyebrow, and struggled against the straps once more.

  I un-strapped him, and he took the glass of water, finishing it in 10 seconds tops. I sat at the edge of the bed. “How did you get me off Loki’s mind control?” he asked.

  “Natasha hit you on the head really hard,” I deadpanned. He choked back a chuckle, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed and sitting next to me. “I missed you, Daniels.”

  “Missed you too, Barton,”