Recovery-Sequel to Burn and America(Captain America FanFic) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 10

Shield agents pour out of the elevator, guns firing and armed for a fight.

Nat's hand flies to her belt, where she always has a spare gun, even with civilian clothing. Tony, Clint, and Steve's main weapons of choice aren't with them at the moment, so we're at a great disadvantage.

Four shield agents are boxing someone in a defensive formation. I can only guess that someone to be Loki.

"Holy Shit!" Tony yells. I grab Pepper by the hand and dash to the side of the room, forming a large fire wall that travels beside us as I rush Pepper to safety.

"Do you have a room where you can see all the security footage?" I ask her over the loud sound of guns shooting. She grabs her tablet off the couch and presses a few buttons before showing me her screen. All the security feeds are pulled up on her screen.

I pull my phone out and dial her number hastily. I answer her phone for her and put it on speaker, doing the same to mine. "Alert me of any agents where I'm going!" I yell over my shoulder as I push my phone into my jean's back pocket and run up the stairs.

I make a mad dash up a flight of stairs and burst into Clint's room. His bow and sheath are lying under his desk, not at all hidden. "In the hallway behind you." Pepper's voice says over the speaker. "Two agents followed you."

I grab the bow and arrows and notch an arrow into Clint's bow. As the bedroom door opens, I fire. The arrow hits the first gunman in the arm, a little lower than where I aimed. I summon a fire ball and shoot the other gun man in the chest, blasting him backwards.

I run out of Clint's room, clutching his weapons in my hand as I burst into Steve's room. His shield would be near his bed in the most convenient position for him to grab if he was attacked while he was sleeping.

I looked around the room, finding nothing. I check under the bed hastily. Still nothing. "Hurry Freya!" Pepper yells over the speaker. "They need help, fast!"

Where would Steve hide his shield? I stand, ready to scream in frustration when I stop suddenly, a thought dawning on me.

Steve would hide his shield where it would be easiest to grab it. I rip his pillow of the bed, exposing the familiar red, white, and blue painted vibranium shield.

I smile as I grab it by the straps and dash out of his room, and take the stairs two at a time.

The living room is in complete pandemonium. Tony is wearing his Iron Man suit and is protecting Pepper from gun shots. Clint and Steve are hiding behind the overturned table with Thor, still unconscious, Steve throwing knives and other cutlery, and Clint shooting with one of Natasha's handguns. Nat is holding off the defensive formation around Loki.

From this perspective, I can see all of them. Namely, Loki. He doesn't look like that cocky, egotistical war criminal that confronted me about Rage Factor. He looks.... Worn. Tired. And... Sad. He looks terrible, actually.

His raven colored hair is tangled and messy, his leather attire rumpled and his eyes don't have that mischievously evil glint they used to have. They look dull, lifeless.

He looks dull and lifeless.

I charge down the stairs, clutching the two weapons in my hands. I take down one of the agents using Nat's signature thigh take down type move, but instead of landing on my feet, I tuck into a forward roll.

I hold Steve's shield, protecting myself from the gun fire. I jump behind the table, panting hard. I hand Clint his bow and slid the sheath off my back, handing both to him.

"Thanks." He says, putting down the gun. "Nat!" I yell. "Gun!" I throw her black handgun at her in a high arc. She continues to shoot with her right hand as she catches the flying gun with her left, not once looking. She ducks down behind the couch again, shooting with both guns this time.

I hand Steve his shield and grab my phone from my pocket. "Pep." I say breathlessly. "It looks like the defensive formation around Loki is trying to bring him outside. They're edging towards the exit." She says.

"Roger that." I say, stuffing my phone back into my pocket. "Was that unintentional?" Steve asks beside me. "What- Oh! Rogers! Ha, I didn't even notice." I say, grinning.

"Focus lovebirds!" Clint yells, shooting another arrows. "These people are all level 7 to 8. Not to be messed with, but we're messing with them."

"In that case.." I stand, summoning my Fire Sword. "We'd better start."

"Be careful!" Steve yells behind me. I smile as I shoot a fire ray at the formation, trying to push them back.

"Captain," I turn to look him in the eyes. "I'm never careful." I give him a quick peck on the cheek and dash out of the cover of the overturned table.

I'm running towards the formation, a fire wall on my front side protecting me from the bullets. The flames in the fire wall are so hot, they melt the bullets instantly.

I summon a fireball and just throw it at the head agent of the formation when something slams into me from the side.

This, of course, throws my aim off, and hits the floor in front of my intended target. My firewall falls as I roll on the ground. I stop in a crouch, balanced on the balls of my feet, my right hand in a tight fist around the hilt of my sword and pressed into the ground, my left hand palm down to the smooth, cold floor.

A woman, probably only a little older than Natasha, with long, dark brown hair and emotionless dark brown eyes. Her expression reminds me of Nat's work expression - cold and emotionless.

"I'm sorry about this." She says.

"Who are you?" I ask curiously.

"They call me The Calvary." She says, standing. I follow her movements as she tightens her hands into fists, her right hand encolsing a long, pale blue dagger.

"But I prefer Agent May."