To The Sun [3] Endgame

Two

Chapter Two:

An hour later after Hazel had returned to her room, the sound of chairs scraping against the ground echoed throughout the house. She had apparently fallen asleep, as her eyes were tired as she stumbled from her room, back down the stairs.

Steve was in uniform, along with everyone else. She watched as they all scurried by, yelling orders and preparing for something. A talking raccoon, also known as Rocket came stomping past her, sharing her no glimpse.

"Where are you all going?"

Steve stopped, finally noticing her. He walked up and stood in front of her, "We are going to space. You are staying here where it's safe."

She crossed her arms, "I think what you mean is we all are going to space."

"That doesn't sound like a good idea." Bruce waltzed by her.

"He's right."

Hazel shook her head, "You realize I've been to space before, right? I know what I'm doing."

He shook his head, he still didn't like the fact that she managed to sneak her way into an enemy space craft. But he couldn't always tell her what to do, he wasn't her father even thought he took on the role most of the time.

"You can come."

Hazel turned to see Natasha, "What are you waiting for?"

"No sweatpants on my ship." Rocket's voice shouted, "No throwing up, either."

She grinned racing back up the steps and into her room, she slammed the door and began digging threw her closet. She grabbed her training clothes Tony had given her awhile back and shrugged them on. She only pulled on the black stretchy tights, leaving the oversized shirt on, not wanting it off quite yet. Her case of knives and other small weapons sat on her dresser, she flicked it open and began placing her favourites in the conceal pockets around her thighs. She didn't really need them, considering she could bend any element to her will but if times were desperate she could use them to her advantage. The last thing she put on was her shoes, which happened to be white converse that were so old they had turned a brown/black colour, a colour that she had found very interesting.

Hazel rushed back out and raced outside, hearing what sounded like a tornado whip around the lawn. She found them all standing around an aircraft, staring up at it against the blinding sun.

"Holy shit." Hazel muttered coming up next to Steve, she felt his arm nudge her shoulder, followed by a glare.

"Where are we exactly doing up there?" They began walking, everyone itching to get on which a purpose she didn't know yet. Steve walked with her slowly, her mind calming down, despite her new found excitement of the ship.

"We know where Thanos is."

She froze, "What?"

Steve only shook his head, a grave expression on his face as he nodded towards the ship. "You wanted to come. So come on."

She nodded speeding up, running up the landing and gawking at the interior of the craft. The only other time she'd been to space was the day everyone disappeared, and she managed to get herself up there with Peter as they snuck themselves on the large donut shaped ship. Space hadn't been kind to neither of them.

She took a seat in the last row while Carol helped her click all the safety belts into place, as if she was child. Carol was in the only uniform the girl had seen her in, it was red and blue with a gold star on her chest. The women had been awfully kind when they first met, even while Carol had been fretting about the location of Nick Fury.