"So, what? It was too dangerous
for me to fight against Iron Man
and Black Widow last year because
I was too young and it was too
dangerous, but now some alien dude
wants to destroy the planet and I'm
suddenly totally cool to fight?"
Sequel to...
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN | FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE
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history will remember the suffering i brought, but not my own.
-mortal hearts // l.h.z.
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Stationed between T'Challa and Ashara, Bella was shaking in her metaphorical boots. Just beyond the perimeter of the dome, she could see two aliens approaching — the big one from before and a female-looking alien. Bella curled her hands into fists at her side, remembering the way the big one's hammer had slammed into her ribs. She could still taste the blood in her mouth and feel the cracking of her ribs. This time, she didn't have Alex to heal her. But, she hadn't had the vibranium suit last time either.
"Bella, can you bring us to the perimeter?" Ashara asked softly.
Choking back her fears, Bella nodded. She sent her mask up and held her arms out, waiting for them to grab her. Once T'Challa, Ashara, Steve, and Nat had a decent grip on her arms, she teleported them to the border.
"Where's your other friend?" Nat asked the female alien, almost mockingly.
"You will pay for his life with yours," the female snarled. "Thanos will have that stone."
"That's not gonna happen."
Bella was glad her mask was up so that no one could see her face. She still thought not destroying the stone was a bad idea. Vision wasn't even a person. It was stupid, but it wasn't like she could exactly do anything about it.
"You are in Wakanda now," T'Challa spoke. "Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood."
The female alien smirked. "We have blood to spare."
She lifted her sword in the air and let out a loud shout. The doors of the spaceships opened and thousands upon thousands of aliens crawled out, screeching.
Bella cursed under her breath and grabbed on to her team to teleport them back to their army. They were going to lose. They had the goddess of victory herself on their side, and Bella was still certain they would lose. She curled her fingers around Ashara's wrist and retracted her mask.
"How can we win this?"
Ashara looked grim as the aliens piled at the wall. "We fight until we no longer can. Put your mask back on, Bella. You need the armor."
Bella didn't like the pessimistic tone in Ashara's voice, but she did as she was told. Behind her, the Wakandans chanted in Xhosa, riling each other up. It was a swelling sound, Bella had to give them that, but she didn't think anything could bolster her in this moment. Bella felt for the long daggers at her hips that Shuri had also offered her. She wasn't trained to fight with weapons like these, but she figured the basics worked just like they did in Game of Thrones.
