Romanova [COMPLETED STORY]

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May 1st, 2015, Sokovia.
Nikita Romanova POV.

  By now, everything I ordered had come in and everything was going pretty well. My apartment was looking good, I met a few people at the coffee shop and I applied for a few jobs. While I was having lunch, the whole room began to shake. It kept getting worse until things were falling off falls and shelves were collapsing. The whole building was shaking, hell, the whole block. I needed to get to lower ground.

  I sprinted down the stairs and fell down a few flights. It hurt pretty bad but I kept running until I reached the ground floor. I almost shit myself when I saw what was happening. A huge chunk of Sokovia was literally flying, and I was on that flying piece. There was no escape and we were all stranded on a flying chunk of land.

  A huge jet flew by and some badass looking people got out on the other side of the island. I started running that way along with alot of other people looking to not die today. I was almost there when a building crumbled and started falling, I almost made it but I hit the cement, the building crushing me underneath.

  I could see light which meant I was near the edge and I could probably wiggle my way out. I struggled against the weight and finally freed myself from being pinned down. I sprinted through the chaos to the other end of the island. My long red hair flowed through the wind as I ran, I felt like this was a dream, this isn't real right?

  I don't know if you've heard of them, but the Avengers are supposed to be the world's mightiest heroes. I think they're the ones who are here. Iron man flew over my head and blasted something that was about to land on me. All of a sudden I was flying through the air. I struggled against it and I started falling to the ground. I was caught by something else but I was still flying through the air-not on the island though.

  I struggled against the robot that was carrying me and then I felt a stabbing pain in my left arm. Ow! I flew downward and slammed into the concrete but I was fine. I stood up and kept moving to get over there to see what was happening. Something grabbed on to me and it started picking me up again but I kicked it really hard and it broke. Robots were flying through the air and the floating chunk of Sokovia wasn't getting any lower.

  The jet was about a hundred or so feet away. People were piling on to it and I was about to join them but I felt kinda guilty. I knew how to fight and I could probably make it easier for everyone else to get on and not worry about being killed by a flying robot. I backed out of the crowd and was hit in the head by something and I collapsed onto the cement. Damn.