They're made up of trained assassins, a genius, a rather angry doctor, an Asgardian prince, a should-be ghost, and a foul-mouthed teenager.
Who are they?
They're the Avengers. And after babysitting said teen, they're ready to take on whatever obstac...
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"Nat, just waiting on your signal," Steve said softly into the earpiece, urgency teetering on the edge of his voice.
There was no reply, just the quiet breath of his redheaded friend that reassured him that she was alive. But she didn't say anything.
"Status, Natasha," he tried again, hoping to get some kind of clue as to whether or not they were close to getting Cara and Wanda out. His limbs itched to be wringing each Skull agent's neck for taking his friend, his girlfriend, and his other half. Wanda, Cara, and Bucky. That's who they were there for.
"Hold on," Nat whispered, "we're close."
"Then what's the hold up?" Sam intervened, and Steve would've shot his friend a warning glare, but he couldn't see him, so he just clenched his fist in frustration. Yes, Sam had served his time fighting a war, but he still didn't fully understand how to deal with this type of warning from Nat. If she said to hold on, she meant hold on, I'm about to kick some son of a bitch's ass.
So he waited.
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Nat was ready to kick some ass, Clint was itching to shoot something out of frustration, and Peter hadn't failed to be verbal about wanting to get out of there altogether.
"Do you honestly think that this is how we wanted to spend our weekend?" Clint had raised his eyebrows at the young boy, and shook his head. "This is how it goes. You're going to have to decide if that's what you want."
"It is," Peter insisted quietly into the silent air around them. Then, ducking his head, he added, "at least, I think it is."
Clint patted his back gently. "Don't stress it, Petey, you're only a teenager right now, you've got your whole life ahead of you. If you want to become a janitor instead of saving the world--"
"A janitor?" Peter lifted his head to look at him strangely.
He shrugged. "I'm just giving you examples. If you really wanted to, you could do anything you want. Don't limit yourself to saving the world just because it's what you've been forced into during your life."
"That's really inspiring, Barton, but we've got to get a move on," Nat hissed over her shoulder, and pointed to two guards blocking a large door. "My guess is they're behind that door."
"How do you know?" Peter asked, his words far quieter than a whisper, and he was surprised that Nat even heard him.
She raised an eyebrow. "I've built my whole life around this type of thing, if I were you, I'd trust me."
The young teen put his hands out in mock surrender. "Alright-y then, I trust you."
