The fire

Ow

"Em vehicle heading your way." Stark informed through my comms. I turned my attention to the green truck slowly approaching the rocky road.

"I have eyes on." I replied, eyeing up the two drivers who seemed to be deep in debate behind the windscreen. "Think I'm gonna need a leg up." The truck grew larger by the second.

"20 metres." Stark said counting down.

"I got you Em tell me when." Cap added.

"10 metres."

"3...2...1......Go!" I sprinted out taking a giant leap onto Caps hands, who grabbed my foot and threw me into the air.

"SHIT!" A scream escaped my lips, he had overestimated the power needed. Spraying a blast of fire on my right I used this to steady my landing. Blatantly not steadied enough as I found myself face planting on the front windscreen. I winced briefly as my broken nose fixed back into place.

"Hi boys!" The two HYDRA men just stared at me in shock, "I'm gonna take your ride now if you don't mind." They finally sprung into action reaching for their guns. I swung through the open passenger seat window avoiding the bullets and kicking the first agent in the face who fell into the driver, he turned around to shoot over his pal but I was quicker sending a blast of 300 degrees flames. The movement became zig zaggy as the wheel span out of control. With one more powerful blast the two agents went flying through the drivers door, allowing me to take the wheel.

"Right I'm in." I announced slotting myself on the seat.

"Stark, Thor go now. The rest in the back." Captain instructed through my ear. Meanwhile I attempted to reach under my chair so I'd actually be able to reach the peddles, luckily we were on a hill so the truck continued a steady roll. I accidentally stalled trying to change gear. "This thing is broken and why is the drivers seat on the left. It's so wrong."

"Just drive Em." Cap sighed from behind me.

"I'm going, I'm going, reaching top speed of... I don't even know the speedometers fucked."

As we arrived at the clearing Thor and Tony seemed to have already provoked chaos. I ducked as gun shots began firing towards me. "INCOMING!" Natasha's voice caused me to dive out the moving truck. My hands flying to cover my head, avoiding the soaring debris. The heat from the exploded vehicle sent tingles of energy through my body as I felt my feet toasting nicely in the flames. You wanna play HYDRA, gimme all you got.

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"Stark you in yet?" Captain asked as I ducked down to the floor allowing Hulk to jump over me.

"Almost." A loud bang vibrated in my commes followed by screaming and shouting.
"I'm in."

"Em behind!" I fired a orange ball backwards without looking. Severn more men approached throwing all sorts at me. I twisted round quickly setting myself alight before exploding everything outwards, the attackers were instantly sent soaring into trees.

I felt slightly lightheaded when I regained a still position. Something hit me on the shoulder sending me down to the floor. I kicked his gun away, making him dive for me, pinning my arms. My foot fired solidly into his shin.

"You bitch!"  He grabbed my hair and knocked my head against a rock. Anyone else this would have caused serious damage, however my healing tends to come in useful in fight. The second I took to recover however gave time for his hands to find my throat. I tried to burn him but my energy was sapped. A spark sizzled his finger a tiny bit. The twat pressed down tighter crushing my windpipe. Feeling my vision blur I took one last effort managing to untangle my leg from his. My knee went cruising into his balls, I got my breath back before spinning around and hooking my legs around his neck. The agent landed heavily on his back. He punched me in the face. Knocking me backwards again, his hand swept up an object off the floor in a swift motion, forcefully pushing the item way deep into my stomach. I screamed as he plunged it deeper again. The dizziness increased with pain. I yelped and collapsed to the floor. He toppled over an arrow implanted in his chest. Hawkeyes face came into view, I looked down at my ripped suit, I fucking hate knives.

"The Sceptas not here." Starks voice rang through the mess.

I reached for the knife about to yank it out.

"No no no!" Clint grabbed my hand. "The edge is hooked inwardly, you pull it out, who knows what it's attached to. I'm guessing you can't regrow organs."

"I dunno, let's find out." I said ignoring him and going to pull it again, Clint reached for my hand holding it so couldn't do anything.

"Not a great place to test the theory." He said. I nodded reluctantly. He was probably right. My hand fell away in defeat lay back on the grass. God did it hurt. "Ems been impaled badly she needs medical attention asap. Thor can you get her to the jet?"

"Yes, where is your location." Thor answered.

"North, east from the building's main entrance." Clint replied looking around, his hand still on my shoulder.

"Okay team we're done, the Scepta's not here. Head back. Romanoff deal with Banner." Cap relayed to everyone. 

The ground shook as the god crashed onto the ground next to me. A groan escaped my mouth as the vibrations caused the knife to move further in.

"Does it hurt?" Thor asked he carried my into the jet. I winced trying not to cry.

"Just slightly." I replied trying to hide my emotions, appearing weak was the last thing I wanted.

The sound of a machine sounded outside the plane. We looked at each other. He placed me down on the floor carefully.

"Stay here."

"Do I look like I'm moving?" He ignored my sarcasm and headed out to investigate. I grabbed my gun as a precaution.

A couple of seconds later he returned with Clint jogging behind him. "Come on let's go get the others." The assassin said hopping into the pilots seat and beginning takeoff.

Everyone piled into the plane, Banner hanging off Nat, he looked like death. Tony's suit disappeared and Steve threw his shield onto his back.

"Nice look Em." I sarcastically smiled at the cocky genius. He switched with Clint in the pilots seat. "Scepta wasn't there and we need a team of medics at base when we return, Em seems to have a jagged knife lodged in her abdomen."

I heard him speak to someone through the commucation system. Nat stood next to Clint and carefully peeled down the top half of my suit, Inspecting the wound closely. I rolled my eyes, these guys took everything to seriously, I could have pulled it out and I'd be fine by now.

The knife was built for pain there was one perfectly sharp curved side and side with 2 inward hooks. This meant when stabbing the enemy it would slide into their anatomy but once removed it would take a whole lot of flesh with it too. (Or whatever organs in the plunge.) Hence why apparently I couldn't remove it.

"Definitely looks like your intestines are screwed." Natasha said fingering around the wound. I nodded laying back down and closing my eyes, probably I good job I had these guys this time. My body was shaking in pain, I felt hot and nauseous and despite my body constantly trying to refuel my blood, it wasn't doing a particularly great job.

-

"W-We almost there yet?" The journey was seeming to be lasting a whole lot longer than on the way there. Its been ages, does every one of their missions end up like this? I rubbed my face with my hand trying to not let any tears get through. Who would have thought being stabbed was this painful?

"10 more minutes, just hang on." I felt my body loosen as he placed his hand on my shoulder. Everything started to blur around me as people spoke. So this is what it feels like when your blood stops doing it's job? Huh.