The Girl With Six Marks A Mission in Paris Chapter Three [Electric Doom]
Paris-Hotel-Night time
A wet wash cloth wipes across Natasha's forehead as Alyanna cleans her face. The former soldier looks down at her mate with sad eyes, and the thought of almost losing her fillls her with dread. She's dealt with many wounded people before, from bullet wounds to missing limbs. But never had she been more fearful than when practically breathing life back into her mate.
She turns to put the washcloth away and she feels a hand reach out the stop her. "Hey," Natasha rasps, smiling at her. "I am okay, I've been through worse."
Alyanna rolls her eyes, "Nat, you weren't breathing. You were just laying there lifeless, do you know what that's like seeing your mate in such a state?"
Flashbacks to Loki, Clint, and an unconscious Alyanna fills her mind. "I do," she says gently and Alyanna frowns before realizing what she meant. She takes a deep breath and lays down next to her soulmate. She places her head on her chest, the steady heartbeat was almost calming to her. "We need to stop Hérisson."
Alyanna snorts at her. "We don't need to do anything right now. You need to get some rest. We can figure this stuff out in the morning."
Natasha shakes her head in disagreement. "We don't have time for that, who knows what his plans are." She tries to sit up but winces in pain.
Alyanna gently pushes her back to lay down. "Look, if it were reversed would you want me to go out?"
The red-haired woman shakes her head, frowning. "Exactly, you are staying right here for now. You have a strong body, you'll heal quickly."
Natasha reluctantly agrees, closing her eyes and wrapping her arm around her mate.
Once Natasha fell into a deep sleep, Alyanna gently wiggles free from her. Tucking her in, Alyanna quickly leaves the room. She makes her way to the top of the building. Once she got to the roof, she walks to the edge. She shakes her wristplates and they glow a bright blue. Inhaling deeply, Alyanna clings them together, making them beep as her suits begins to unravel down her arms. The black iron woman suit encases her body in the hard metal and her masks covers her face. It lights up, and the familiar voice of Jarvis fills her ears.
"Good Evening Ms. Jones, shall I notify the master of your suit up?"
"No need Jarvis, I am just going for a fly," she says, checking her vitals.
"Yes Ms. Jones, but may I remind you that you only have twenty four hours of power."
"Thanks Jarvis," she says before igniting her boots and taking off into the air. She flew around Paris, taking in the breathtaking views of the city around her. She flies higher into the air. "Jarvis, I need you to track proto 3476 please."
"Yes Ms. Jones," the robot responds before her mask begins to go to work. She looks around her and her mask points her towards the Eiffel tower, zooming into the ground where her mask went into heat signature mode. There was a massive heat signature under the tower along with a small moving one.
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