Stargazing • MCU/S. Rogers Fanfic•

2-30: Unhappy Victory

Oil Tank in Pacific Ocean

December 25, 2012

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Astra lunged at Chase first, slicing off his arm. She believed she was successful for a moment, until his arm grew back. He smiled evilly and cut through the assassins katanas with the heat. She kicked him in the knee, hard enough to make him look like a flamingo. He screamed in agony and fell to the floor. "Enjoy that little victory." He groaned. His leg was put back to normal and he stood up.

The female felt helpless as she backed away, looking back to make sure she don't fall back. He can burn through any weapon she created and heal himself almost instantly. She tripped over herself and Chase walked slowly, enjoying every second. The female heard a little ting from her bracket. It was Natasha's prototype widow bite. Only, it wasn't much use to her.

"Any last words?" Chase spoke. Astra didn't say anything, she just looked up at him with wide and terrified eyes. "Alright then." His hand heated up and right before he plunged in the girls heart an Iron Man suit smashed into him. 

Astra stood up and rushed to the side of the ramp. She looked over to see Chase on the ramp about a floor below her. Alive, unfortunately. She spotted an electrical wire below, as well. Her brain started ticking again as an idea formed. If she got the widow bite to make contact with the electrical wire, it could theoretically overpower the small device and cause an explosion.

"Ash?" Tony asked from behind her and she turned around. "What are you doing here."

"Uh... Well I was kidnapped, my boyfriend turns out to be evil and right now I'm trying to stop him from killing me." She answered while bobbing her head and thinking if she got everything.

"Oh... Okay." He responded. "Can you handle yourself?"

"Yeah." She reassured him. Her brother flew away from her and back to his own battle, not wasting anymore time. Astra glanced at the widow bite before jumping off the ramp and landing a few feet from ex-boyfriend.

"Well," He started. "Someone has a death wish."

"Yeah." She tilted her head up to threaten him. "You do." 

He threw a punch first, which she duck under and moved to the other side of him, back-kicking him. He wasn't affected but threw another punch to her face, that she avoided. Giving him a 'gimme all you got look', Astra backed away a bit. Chase moved closer, getting a bit frustrated. Astra threw a knife at him, it cut off his left arm and it began growing back.

The assassin took the moment that he was distracted and ran off. She reached for the electrical wire with her left hand and bit back the pain from the electricity. Feeling grateful that she's alien as she ripped off one of the sides.

Chase ran towards her and she moved quick enough for him to only burn a bit of skin on my side. Yet again, she was swallowing the pain and kicked him back. He threw a punch that she caught and wrap with the electric wire. He hissed and threw another punch that she caught and did the same. She tied is well enough and he hissed as the female got a few feet away before he could break himself free. She took the widow bite in her and gave Chase one final look.

He didn't realize what was happening until the small device was flying in the air. The second it hit the wire it exploded anything in a 10 foot radius, giving the man no time to scream.

At first, Astra was relieved. Until she sank to the floor, realizing what just happened. She laid her head on the railing while she bit back tears. Refusing to cry over the man who she thought she loved. She brought her knees to her chest and laid her head on her knees. There were no tears. She didn't want to be vulnerable. She was to Chase. She would cry. Tell him her doubts. Now, she felt she couldn't.

She stayed like that for the rest of the time, what sounded like fireworks made her look up. All of her brother's suits blew up mid-air. It was nice, really. A bit comforting. Fireworks reminded the young female what love should be like. She thought she felt fireworks in Chase's kiss. But it was a figment of her imagination. A reminder that she may want love, but may never receive it. Especially now, considering the fact that she may never fully trust again.

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Since Astra's white blood cells can stop the extremis virus with ease, she helped Pepper get cured. And then she left. Like before, but in a darker place. She used to wear her heart on my sleeve, now it's harder to reach. Trust is harder to earn. All the love she gave, only to be give fake love.

There she was. Two weeks later. She had cut bangs that rested right above her eyesbrows. She took a seat on her motorcycle and adjusted the fingerless glove on her left hand. Where there was a pink line of a scar on her palm. Another painful reminder that would stick with her the rest of her life.

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