Burn

Chapter seven: Chatoyant

This chapter is again a long one but full of action. Enjoy. 

She stood inside the mouth of the open jet, her ripped jeans making the cool wind lap at her knees and thighs. Her dark green hoodie was pulled over her dark locks, her honey-colored eyes staring at the purple early morning sky. There was a handgun strapped to her right thigh and an array of knives around her hips. The wind was throwing some lose strands of dark hair into her eyes, but when the jet started, her hoodie was flung back and her hair flew behind her head. The low hum of the jet made the electricity in her veins sing as the door slowly pulled up and closed completely. The night sky disappeared behind a metal door, the girl's melancholic eyes still staring.

The plane lifted slightly, the electricity in the air sparking. She turned to face the rest of the crew as they were strapping in and going over the routine plans. Steve was wearing his dark black and blue suit with the enigmatic grey star on his chest. Clint was dressed in his usual leather fight suit and Wanda had a dark red leather jacket and black jeans. Her boots were laced up to her knees and her hair was tied in a tight braid that went along the curve of her skull. Sam and Scott had dark jackets and matching light jeans that made them look more like friends than two allies going on a mission. Sam had his hand on the Falcon suit while Scott adorned his forearm gear.

As for Bucky, sitting somewhat far away from everybody else, was wearing black cargo pants and a dark leather body suit. His hair was tangled before his eyes, his mouth in a tight scowl as he was bent over papers and notebooks filled with Steve and Clint's writing.

Addie sat beside Wanda and strapped in. The latter was fixing the knots in her boot laces when she met the burning dark gaze of Addison, mouth parted and slightly breathless. The plane rose higher as Wanda leaned sideways. "We got your back, girl," she whispered, a sly smirk on her lips. Addie sighed heavily, her nervousness stagnant in the air.

Her fingers trembled as she readjusted her belt. "What if..." she trailed off, her voice barely above a murmur.

Wanda put her slender hand over Addie's, her eyes taking a sorrowful turn. "Just stay behind us," she said, her voice dramatically sweet and inviting. "You got this."

"What if I put you guys in danger?" Addie whispered back, Bucky's words from yesterday still playing vividly in her mind.

Someone is going to be threatening you or one of us, and you won't be able to protect us because you're scared.

"You won't," Wanda answered. She settled back in her seat, her eyes glazing over as she sighed. "You're not a bad person, Addison," she mumbled. Not like them all, that's what she meant. Addie nodded, images playing in her mind of all the information she had on the Avengers. Clint, who had killed for the sake of being a spy and Scott, who had to lay down his family duties for the greater good. Sam could have saved his friend that one day in the sky and still blames himself for it. Steve had the deaths in Sokovia on his consciousness. Bucky had been used like a puppet to kill and slaughter and was built to destroy anything and anyone, which haunts him everyday. And Wanda had set off a bomb wanting to prove to the world she was an Avenger.

Addie wondered if she too would kill someone whilst trying to prove she was an Avenger.

The five hour flight was dangerously silent as everyone was mentally preparing for what they had to do. Steve was no where to be found, but everyone else was silently planning the strategies that were discussed before embarking on the plane.

She stood when JARVIS announced there was about half an hour left of flight time. She looked back at Wanda, who had headphones over her ears and was slowly dozing off. Addie took off to explore the plane, no specific destination in mind, her hand skimming lightly against the plane walls. Her ability was calling to all the humming and the buzzing from the aircraft, her cells burning with sparks and boiling with bolts. She closed her eyes, trying to picture her ability as being apart of her rather than being a part of her. She felt her fingertips twitching with the need to release what was inside her; all that bottled up power.