The fire

Boom

Once we had cleared the room of the scum, I left Stark to deal with the technical stuff and moved through the rooms to take out agents. Someone shot at me, I swung my hand round disintegrating the metal cases, my other hand pushed forward sending a burst of flames at the solider. He toppled backwards, burning brightly before falling down the stairs taking his advancing HYDRA pals down with him.

"Scepta's not here Capsicle." Stark's voice rang through my comms. "But I'm gonna just stay back a second and search for anything usful."

"Okay everyone keep taking down those HYDRA agents until Stark is safely out. Tony exit back through the tunnel the main entrance is a hell hole."

"Ey Ey Captain!" He replied happily.

My stomach bubbled, this was it I needed to get back to the jet so my escape could begin. Tony wasn't gonna be long, especially if he was using the tunnel. I needed to stall everyone. Having an idea I headed back for where we entered up through. The room was full of computers and bits of paper covered the floor, Tony must be searching the other rooms. I quickly moved for the open hole. Something caught my eye, it was flickering up and down attached to a loose bit of metal, almost like it was calling to be picked up. I lifted up the pieces of paper, three words read on the front; La Rose Bijou. Then underneath there was a diagram which made me feel sick. My fingers trailed to the small lump on my chest. How did they know?

A noise sounded, ripping the paper into lots of pieces I then shoved it down my bra before lowering myself into the hole.
Shit, Tony carried me up this bit, the ladder was mangled. How was I gonna get down? One word suddenly popped into my head.

Jump

I would break my legs, then again they would heal. But it would hurt like a bitch.

Oh what the fuck.

I tried hard not to scream as I plummeted fast towards the concrete floor. My whole body shuddered as my legs snapped beneath me. I felt myself shatter in lots of different places, the pain was excruiating. For a second a lay there, wondering why the fuck I just what I did, then I heard footsteps again. So I fixed my legs first, then popped my hip and collorbone back in, cracked my ribs, relined my twisted spine and manipulated my broken wrist, before rising onto my feet.

Could've been worse. I thought pulling my self up.

My legs began to run, as I sprinted down the narrow paths. Turning left, then right, then right again, straight on, two lefts, one more right, until the dim light of day protruded the dark tunnel. 

Luckily this time I had an idea of how to get up this hole. Facing both my hands towards the floor I concentrated all my energy into my palms. Focusing on the power that was about to emit from them. The fiery force that would hopefully push me upwards.

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I was thrown up as I smashed through metal lid and was flung forwards into a fir tree. Well that was successful. My ribs cracked back into place for the second time today. Walking back over to the tunnel entrance I fired a ball of flames at the inner wall. The walls crumbling into a million pieces. Rocks and mud crashing down into the black abyss. It would mean Tony would have to go back the way he came, hence stalling the whole team.

On arriving back at the jet, I grabbed my bag before taking a couple of knives out the weapon cabinet. I pulled a first aid kit off the top shelf and stole Steves bottle of water. Steve, there it was, that name. I had spent so many years keeping the amount of people I trust as low as possible. Maria, Finn, Charlie, Marcel. Less than a handful! Him and his stupid team, they were making my choices so much more difficult. I took a deep breath, stop it Elizabeth, you'll see them again. Everything will be fine. I repeated the sentence in my head as I turned to leave the plane.

My path was blocked by a muscular shape with a quiver hanging off his back.

"Where do you think you're going?" Of course it had to be Barton.

"What are you doing back at the jet?" I retorted swinging my bag onto my back. It was way too late to turn back now, this was my only opportunity.

"Going to pick up the others." He eyed my bag again. "Not going somewhere are you?"

What was the point in lying he already knew. I could tell by how he was edging towards me, and how his hand was brushing his bow.

Before he could react I exploded the electrics in the quinjet as a distraction and sprinted out the exit. I knew he was close behind me, I could hear his fast foot steps. The road was near. A truck was moving away from the compound, one driver. It was almost where me and Clint were approaching. I stopped.

"I need to do this." One of my eyes was watching the incoming escape vehicle.

"What do you need to do exactly? I can't let the leave Em it's too dangerous. There are people after you." He rose his bow pointing it straight at me.

"So your gonna shoot me?" I questioned, faking a look of hurt. When in reality I was touched he would do that just to keep me safe from the Mort.

"We both know you'll be fine. Just come back over here and nobody will get hurt. We can help you with whatever it is, whatever's wrong, we'll sort it." He pleaded lowing the bow.

The truck was now less than 200 metres away. "I've put you all in enough danger as it is. I'm better alone, it's easier." I lied, biting my lip to help stop the emotion showing.

"For who? You mean it's easier to hurt people when they're not you're friend. Nobody will ever have any leverage on you when you're alone." He sounded hurt. I blinked back some tears, returning to a poker face.

"Exactly." I deadpanned.

Swishing to the right I leapt up on to the back of the vehicle. Clint fired his arrow. I ducked at the last second so it went soaring over my head, pulling out a knife I threw it forwards so it caught his arm, not a major wound but it would still sting. He was down briefly, but again, the dude is persistent. He continued to run along side. This time the arrow didn't miss and was planted in my stomach. I spotted a man on a motorbike about to ride past. Jumping down onto him I took control of the bike and sent a ball of fire at the truck. The whole thing exploded into a bits. A huge mushroom of smoke rising into the air. I used this distraction to ride off. Pulling the stupid arrow out on the way, and shoving the confused HYDRA agent onto the hot tarmac.

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Clint Barton slowed to a halt, his breathing ragged from the 300 metre sprint. He lowered his bow. She must of got out, why else would she throw a ball of fire at her ride? It's Emilia, she always has an escape plan.

"Barton come in, where is the quinjet? I have a very worn out Banner here." Natasha asked, she sounded tired.

"Anyone seen Em guys? I said i'd meet her at the end of the tunnel, which was blocked by the way, so I had to exit through the hell hole." Stark sounded confused.

"Oh no, he's still alive." Nat replied sarcastically.

"Em come in if you can hear." Steve sounded worried.

"She went." Clint's voice sounded more horse than he had anticipated.

"What do you mean went? Clint, where did she go? Em are you there?" The line stayed uncomfortably quiet. "Clint where is she? We're heading back to the Jet." Steve questioned, obviously confused. Clint could hear the shouts of fleeing Hydra agents through the communication system.

"I don't know where, she just ran. I'll explain on the way back." He sighed and removed his comms unit. No questions, he would talk to them in a bit. Taking one last glance at the burning truck, Clint spun round on the spot and traipsed back to the plane.

Everyone was quiet. Banner had retreated to the silence of his headphones, Stark was muttering stuff to Jarvis at the pilots seat, Clint and Natasha were both just sat staring into the bland metal walls which encased the team. Even Thor had put his beloved Mjölnir down. But it wasn't them that looked the worst, it was Steve Rogers. He sat away from the rest of the team, his head implanted into his hands. His mind was spinning. Where had she gone? Why had she gone? Had she definetly survived the fire? So many of his questions were unanswered. Tony had tried to track her comms, but of course Emilia wasn't stupid, she'd ditched it in a river. Security cameras, traffic light footage, speed cameras- nothing had seen her. She was a ghost to the world.