Hell's Angel: Devil's Backbone (BK 2)

Already Yours

Dani's POV
(Nightwing27th)

We ran up several flights of stairs before coming to a hallway. Elektra and I were following Daredevil. We knew he knew how to get out of here better than either of us. We ran halfway down the hallway before stopping. Daredevil opened a door on the right, then ushered us in. We both went in, with him following. I watched him close and lock the door.

I glanced around at the room. It was small and dark, but I could still see. A metal spiral stair case sat near the back. I'm assuming that leads to the roof. I had put my bow away a while ago to take some weight off my shoulder. He were exhausted, taking deep breaths.

"I'm not gonna lie to you," Daredevil said. "There's a lot more coming."

"One thing's for sure," Elektra was pacing, "we're gonna die."

"Loving the vote of confidence," I said as I played with my injured shoulder's movement. "But...wouldn't be the first time I died."

"No one's dying," Daredevil looked at me. He was standing close to Elektra and has been since she showed up. I sighed and tried to ignore the mass of emotions in me. As soon as I get to Clint's I'm crying for a week. Minimum. Maybe three. Four, if I'm dedicated enough, and I just might be.

"You don't know that," I said it sternly, with more confidence than I've spoken to him in a long time. Because it's true. As soon as we get on that roof, what happens happens. And nothing he can say will ever change that. He stared at me, slightly stunned. Then he looked away. So did I.

Without a word, he headed to the stairs. I sighed in annoyance and followed behind Elektra. We walked up a couple for more flights before coming to a landing. I could hear ninjas starting to beat on the door we'd come in through. It won't be long before they get through it.

"What's out there?" Elektra asked him.

"Too many to count," he replied. "Armed. Packing katanas, couple of long bows." He stopped and tilted his head. "More coming up from below, same weapons. I say we've got a couple of minutes before they break through that door." Elektra slid to the ground. She pulled her knees up, looking on the verge of a mental break down.

I opened my mouth to speak when a loud bang cut me off. I glanced back down the stairs. I can just barely see the door. It's still closed, but they're trying. I turned back. "Frank should be here any minute," I said. She looked up at me, not assured at all by that. I looked at Daredevil. "Clint's too far away. And the only other person near us able to help probably wouldn't come if I called her." He looked at me, his expression unreadable.

"But," I continued, "I can call in a favor, get an extraction team here." I already had my phone out and was dialing the number before Daredevil could nod his approval. But I was going to do it anyway. As soon as the phone started ring I put it on speaker. I held it out in front of me and then leaned into the wall. Elektra looked confused, yet curious.

"Coulson," he said, finally answering. The thing nearly went to voice mail.

"I need your help," I said. "We're trapped in an abandoned building, surrounded and drastically out numbered. We need and extraction team, along with as many agents as you have, ASAP."

"Roger that. Daisy and Mack are closest to your position. I'll arrive shortly with the rest," he said. "What have you gotten yourself into this time?"

"Uh...ninjas."

"Great. Not my favorite."

"Yeah. I'll explain the rest later," I looked at the others. Daredevil seemed more relieved than Elektra did that help was coming. But both were still very serious.