Time Changer

Chapter 11 (3/4): Saved by the French

Day 9

Max slammed the full force of her body against the metal door, trying to break out of the room that was slowly being engrossed by the flames.

"How do we get out of this hell?!" Laurens shouted over all the wiring gears that still sounded over their heads, as Jefferson tried to use a crow bar and wedge it between the small opening crack of the door.

Max slammed against it again, "I don't know, but I am open to suggestions!" she hollered.

Jefferson suddenly stopped, looking over towards something in the far right corner. Max coughed.

"Why the hell did you stop?" she called, looking over her shoulders to see the fire getting closer to the five.

"There is a window over there!" he shouted, pointing towards it and trying to get closer, but the wave of fire seemed to have a mind of its own as it swam towards the window next to it.

"Fucking great." Jason said, falling down to his feet but not fulling touching the burning floor with his hands or knees. "I'm going to die in a fire with my girlfriend and three people I don't even know that well."

Max stopped banging on the door, looking over her shoulder to her boyfriend and sighing.

The room was filled with crackling and whirring sounds, all the rooms occupants coming quiet and standing by each other.

Jefferson sighed, "And I never got to talk to Adams again." he sighed.

Hamilton looked at Laurens, taking his bruised hands in his and kissing the back knuckles, making the taller blush, "I hope we will love each other forever, mon cher."

"J’espère que nous avons passer une éternité ensemble au paradis ou en enfer, ou partout où vous allez d’après cela, Jason." Max said, kissing the dark skinned males cheek. "Because, if there is a god up there, I hope that she doesn't think of us as the worse kind of criminals that we have had the displeasure of meeting." (I hope that we spend an eternity together in Heaven or Hell, or wherever you go to after this, Jason)

Suddenly, the mechanical door opened and the smoke came bellowing out. They looked up to see Lafayette in the door way, motioning frantically for his friends to follow him.

They all rushed over in a frenzy, slamming the door behind them.

Max was the one to slam it, sliding down slightly with closed eyes.

"Everyone here?" she heard a short conformation from four more people then expected, but she didn't really care at the moment.

"God damn." she said after a moment, standing up and looking ahead towards the line of doorways. She looked at Lafayette, raising a brow, "How'd you know we were in there?"

He rubbed the back of his neck, sweat starting to build up in the creases, "I had heard a loud sound, and had thought it to be you or another, and was willing to take my chances."

She nodded solemnly, "That could have ended badly, for both of us."

He nodded, as Steve and Tony skidded into the room, Tony's arm raised at nothing.

He scanned over the small out-room, sighing when he saw his practical daughter crouching on the ground with her fists raised in defense.

She sighed as well, seeing Tony Stark standing their instead of whatever or whoever it could have been.

"We should get the hell out of here." Max muttered pushing up, the others following her league, until she paused.

"Where's everybody else?" she asked hesitantly, wincing as her voice cracked and got slightly deeper.

Stark gave her a assuring smile, though it looked as if he was trying to assure himself more, "They are on the carrier." Max sighed, "But..." she stared at him with one brow raised and both furrowed, "Pietro and Clint went out to find you, and we haven't heard from them."

Max through up her hands in exasperation, making a disgruntled sound as she did so, "This is great," she said sarcastically, pinching the bridge of her nose, "we have two people off the grid, and this place is about to burn down from the dumbasses that are trying to."

Stark made a noise in the back of his throat, and the rooms- new and old- occupants watched as he motioned for them to follow