Irreplaceable (Resiliance Book 3) (Avengers Fan-fic) [COMPLETED]

Chapter 33

Sam                            

Just breathe. Just breathe. Just breathe.

I chanted those words over and over in my head as I tried to flesh out my defences, in fear of what may be to come. We all watched the screens as the quinjet dropped behind a mountain, close to the compound. Tony directed the robot over to the compound, and got it inside, using his reflector technology, making it appear invisible.

‘Alright Clint, it’s all yours.’ He called into the microphone, and I glanced at the screen showing Clint’s shooting room. He held a modified X-Box controller, his bow and quiver slung over his shoulder. It had been Tony’s idea. Clint needed to find a perch himself, and the room wasn’t big enough for him to run around in the same way the robot would have to.

Tony suggested that they modify a controller to control the robot, because, according to Tony, Clint was better at X-Box than any of them, even though Tony cheated.

My hands were shaking, and my heart was fluttering, even though I knew that nobody was in direct danger.

‘We did remember to load the arrowhead, didn’t we?’ I asked, my nerves causing a word vomit impulse to brim over. Steve wrapped his arm around me, and rubbed my arm soothingly.

‘And a spare, just in case. And the quinjet left before the robot did. And we’ve tripled security up here. It’s going to work, just breathe and relax.’ He told me, before pulling me close to his side and kissing the top of my head.

‘Just breathe.’ He told me gently, as I shuddered.

‘You know,’ I began, my eyes glued to the screen. ‘I think I may know why I’ve been so uptight recently.’ I murmured quietly, before looking up to Steve’s curious expression.

‘And why is that?’ he asked quietly. His eyes glimmered with amusement and I got momentarily lost in them, before coming back to myself.

‘I haven’t seen my car in weeks.’ I told him, before sighing overdramatically. ‘I think I’m having separation anxiety.’ I joked, before thinking about it. It actually could be legit.

He chuckled quietly, before we both looked back to the screens. The robot stealthily ran through the building, finding hidden routes which only Clint would think of; vents, gaps between walls, the spaces between floors and ceilings.

Eventually, it got to a hidden perch looking into a large room, where Alex and a few of his cohort, including Beibz, were talking.

‘… and their reaction when you first attacked her! Priceless!’ One of them cackled, stumbling slightly, beer in-hand. The others chuckled, but Alex, who was lounging on a chair, a glass of red wine in his hand, just smiled, dipping his head.

I gritted my teeth at his nonchalance. They were regaling the times he had struck. It was not a laughing matter.

‘No, no, no, no, no!’ another disagreed, shaking his head, and pointing his beer-bottle at Alex with a wink. He seemed more sober than the first who had spoken.

‘The best. The very best,’ he began, glancing at the others. ‘Was her face when she first saw you. Best reaction by far.’ He told him, raising his bottle in a toast to Alex as he nodded his head in his direction. Alex chuckled slightly, shaking his head.

‘All very good as they are, but all wrong. The best, the very pinnacle,’ he began, pointing at them, lifting a single finger from his glass.

‘I have a visual. Take the shot?’ Clint asked as Alex paused.

‘Is yet to come.’ He finished, slowly raising the glass to his lips, as anger coursed through my veins.