Captain America: The Phoenix

10. The First Mission

He found her standing in the common room, which was empty and quiet. Her back was turned as she faced the wall of glass, looking out at the runway where the jets and helicarriers were flying in and out.

"Quinn," he called after her, staying in the open doorway.

She let out a sigh, not bothering to turn around and look, "and he's back."

"There's something you have to see," his voice filled with urgency.

She could hear this, turning and raising an eyebrow at him. He then beckoned for her to follow as he disappeared again down the corridor.

"What is it?" She asked as she jogged a bit to catch up with him, walking down the tube that connected the residence wing to the main building.

"Possible terrorist attack," he shortly answered, Quinn continuing to jog behind him as he made large strides.

"Where?" She asked.

"Los Angeles."

This made her stop in her tracks. She was glad that her mother was out of the city, but there was a feeling of apprehension and fear in her as that place was still her home. And as she'd known her whole life, the people there were helpless.

She continued her walk into the main building, towards the door that she had seen Captain Rogers disappear into.

Upon walking inside, she was met by a small control room, filled with many of the personnel that she had grown used to seeing all around the facility. They were all busy, sitting at their chairs, typing away on computers. There wasn't an idle person in sight.

Once Quinn's brain processed the busy place that she hadn't yet seen, she walked over to where Maria Hill and Captain Rogers were standing, keenly discussing something.

"What's going on?" She cut into their conversation.

Hill turned to her, swiping a few times across the tablet in her hands before turning it towards Quinn.

"Two blocks are on fire. Improvised explosives."

Quinn's brows furrowed, her mouth falling open as she watched the shaky video and saw a familiar looking street, filled with people—some abandoning their cars and moving swiftly away from the blast, others sprawled on the ground, not moving at all.

"Oh my god," Quinn muttered.

"Have they tracked any more?" Rogers asked as Quinn's horrified eyes stayed glued to the video.

"No. Our people out there are trying to help, but there's so much chaos going on the police don't want anyone else interfering," Hill answered.

"This is in South Los Angeles, the worst part of the city. The police aren't gonna do a thing to help. We need to go. Now," Quinn said, almost to herself as she winced at the smoke, fire and chaos she was watching.

Quinn then looked away from the video as the next blast hit. She handed the device back to Hill, bringing her attention back to them. "What do we do?"

"We're heading out there with the a few jets and our best rescue teams." Hill answered.

"We need to work on getting people out and tracking down the perpetrators," he quickly spoke.
Hill turned to a few of the personnel sitting by the computers, giving orders.

Then Steve turned, Quinn catching his serious blue eyes. "You ready for this?"

Quinn took a breath, "ready as I'll ever be."

He gave an expression of support and then a nod. "Time to suit up." Then he turned to walk out of the control room, but was quickly stopped.

"One problem," Quinn said. "I don't have–"