Third in the Timeline series |
After being told she was the infamous Agent 4, that every S.H.I.E.L.D agent thought was a rumour, Clara decides to get back in the field. Her old boss, and presumed dead, Phil Coulson guides her as she reunites with ol...
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"Clara, we've found it," Sam announced. She was surprised to hear something useful come out of his mouth. "The quinjet's in hanger 5."
"On it." Clara replied, leading Heather to the edge of the compound. She peered over to where Steve was.
Clara could see what Sam meant now, it was starting to look like a costume party out there.
Hanger 5 was to the left of them. Clara would have to go past Tony in order to get to it. If he saw them, then the plan would be blown. They'd have to wait for his attention to be averted elsewhere.
"I'm awaiting your orders, Cap." Clara stated, "You'd better know what you're doing."
Just as Clara said that, Steve raised his bound hands above his head. An arrow shot through the webs holding them together. Yes webs. These enhanced super heroes were getting weirder by the day.
Then everything kicked off. Tony located Wanda and Clint too easily and so did Rhodes with Sam and Bucky. Luckily no one had uncovered Clara and Heather's location...yet. Clara figured they were too low down the radar.
"Do we go now?" Heather asked as everyone turned on each other.
"Not yet. It would be too easy for one of them to come after us." Clara explained intently watching the battle unfold. But she wasn't looking at the tarmac where the battle had started, she was peering through the glass of the terminal. The silver of his metal arm had caught her eye.
"Now, Clara!" Steve yelled over the ear piece. Clara peered around to see everyone converging in on the quinjet. But before Clara and Heather could emerge from their hiding place, Vision swooped down and cut them off with a laser beam shot from his forehead.
"What on earth is that?!" Heather shouted.
"I have no idea!"
Suddenly everyone came together, all of Steve's team and all of Tony's team.
This would be the distraction Clara needed. They charged at each other, neither team wanting to surrender and neither did. They all paired off into single combat. It was chaos. So Clara took her opportunity.
"Come on." She called to Heather and they begun to slink around the tarmac across to hanger 5. "They don't have enough people to fight us too."
Clara took of running, Heather close behind. They stuck close to walls to avoid detection.
Every now and again they had to duck behind lorries and planes to avoid debris or detection. But they kept going until they were right in front of the hanger.
Before they could make it to the quinjet, an agile kid in a red suit swung down on a bit of string to land in front of them.
"I'm afraid I can't let you get to that." He said in an extremely high voice. The age for these sort of things was lowering drastically. "Um, Stark." He said over his earpiece, "I can't fight them, they're girls!"
Clara rolled her eyes and sighed.
"You get to the jet, I'll cover you by fighting the kid."
"Okay, I deserved that." He said. Clara took a few cautious steps forward and so did the kid. Clara picked up the pace when she saw he wouldn't back down and soon they were face to face.
"Listen kid, I don't want to hurt you."
"Neither do I, Miss-"
"Then do me a favour." Clara interrupted, "Go home."
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Mr Stark's expecting a lot from me." He said as his shot to webs onto both of Clara's hands, propelling them together like handcuffs.
"That's too bad kid. I'd really hate to prevent you from reaching your tenth birthday."
"How old do you think I am?"
Clara laughed.
"I'm going to give you one more chance to step away."
"I can't, Miss. I'm really sorry if I hurt you."
"Me too." Clara said sincerely as she kicked her leg up to collide with this boy's face. He staggered and fell backwards, rolling across the tarmac. Clara attempted to pull her hands apart but whatever it was was far too strong for Clara to break.
While she was distracted by freeing her hands, the boy had sprung back to his feet and shot another reel of web at her. It attached to Clara's ankle, dragging her over onto her back.
He came forward, no doubt to gloat and Clara once again kicked him, swinging both bound legs upward and pushing firmly into his chest. It sent hin stumbling back but this time he was prepared.
Clara contorted her wrists to reach the gun in her thigh holster before the acrobatic eight year old returned.
He loomed over her and she raised the gun to his face. He took a few cautious steps backward and raised his hands. Clara spun the gun around in her hands and fired a shot, severing the webbing cuffing her ankles together.
Before either of them could do anything, Mr Scott Lang shot up to at least five times his normal height and grabbed a hold of Rhodes.
"Holy shit!" The kid exclaimed.
"Language." Clara retorted snidely, "It's a bad habit to get into. Especially at your young age."
Heather had managed to slip past the kid and start the quinjet's engines. Clara saw her opportunity as Scott threw Rhodes in the spider kid's direction. He ran off to catch him and Clara ran off for the quinjet.
"Hey kid!" Clara called after him. The young boy turned his head around to face her, still running. "Mr Stark's not worth losing your life over. Just remember that." She warned, as she watched yet another child- because he was just a child- run off into battle. She knew what losing your childhood to S.H.I.E.L.D was like first hand.
"I'm in and we're ready to go." Clara announced over the earpieces.
"Roger." Steve replied. Clara pursed her lips to stop herself from laughing. Somehow she was the only one who picked up on that pun.
