A Twist Of Marvel || Infinity War

49. Hold On

Living in the marvel dimension had taught Naomi many lessons. The power of comedic timing, how easily planet-ending catastrophes could be prevented, just to name a few. However one lesson she had not expected to learn, was that high-speed chase scenes, especially in the air, was not nearly as cool as the movies portrayed.

For starters, she could barely hear anything over the engines that were constantly being strained to go faster, her hair was caught in her mouth every five seconds, and she hardly even knew if she was actually screaming the obscenities that were running through her head. But despite all that, Naomi had faith in the Marvel world, and she knew damn well that some random scrappers, who wouldn't even get mentioned in the credits, could not be allowed to defeat her band of heroes. The universe simply wouldn't allow it.

That knowledge didn't keep her from panicking, however.

"The jet is too damaged!" Thor cried, rising from his captains chair with perfect balance, even though the ship was dipping through the city at over a hundred an hour. "It'll never shake them!" However before Thor could get to the back, presumably to bash the trailing scrappers with Mjolnir, he was forcibly pulled back into his seat.

"I need a second pilot!" Naomi couldn't see Valkyrie's expression, but the woman's voice was fierce, and unyielding. For the first time, the ship was hit with a blast from behind, its entire body  tumbling through the air with the force of the blow. If not for Loki, Naomi was sure the blast would have floored her. Thor fell back into the chair, and quickly regained his grip on the steering before the jet suffered any more damage.

"Loki can fly it!" Naomi screamed, both hands gripped onto the man's arm, still slung across her body. She hadn't been sure that anyone had heard her until she turned her face to see Loki staring at her in shock. The man seemed more surprised by her than the Quinjet being attacked. However Naomi, who saw no time to waste, tugged on his arm to force him out of his chair. The God tried to protest, seeming intent on keeping her from knocking into the walls everything the ship swung around a corner, but she was having none of it. "I'm fine!" She yelled. Naomi was certainly not fine. "Go!"

"Come brother!" Thor's voice carried over from the front, urgent. Still, Loki hesitated. With strained eyes, he sunk to his knees, and gripped Naomi's forearms, still holding her in place as the jet careened forward. His hands were cold, but she took comfort in them. Naomi watched as the man seemed to be at a loss for words, not for the first time since they had met, but she knew that now was different. For a blissful moment, she felt her panic dissipate, fading away into the background, along with the roaring of the engines and the gunfire. Leaning into him, Naomi gripped his shoulders, locking them into a tense embrace. She stared into his eyes, and he stared back, neither speaking, or even breathing. For the first time, she noticed that his emerald irises were adorned with flecks of blue and gold. That detail had escaped her on the movie screen, but was now clear as day, and Naomi wondered how she had ever missed the colors in his eyes. But her view of them was spoilt when his gaze flickered, traveling further down her face, and reaching her lips.

The moment was over too soon, and they each pulled away with heated breath and wide eyes. The noise of the jet came crashing back down onto Naomi, and Loki took control of the captain's chair, allowing Thor to stalk toward the back of the aircraft, his hammer steady in hand. Her panic once again setting in, Naomi looked across the way to see Bruce still clinging to his chair, gazing at her as though he had just had an epiphany. However if he intended to share it with her, he was unable to as Thor's booming voice cut through the noise.

"You might want to hold on."

As if they weren't already trying.

Without further warning, the man slammed a fist against one of the various buttons on the wall. Of course Thor felt it was a good idea to willingly open the back of the plane, and potentially expose the entire crew to gunfire. The Jet now open, its intense speed caused the winds bending around it to attempt to suck any loose items in the ship out into the open air. Thankfully, all their cargo had been strapped down, expect for two loose items, who had been having a hard enough time staying seated beforehand. Naomi cursed herself for not checking if the crew's seats had seat belts. Of course they wouldn't.