As the seven ran up to the trap door, they stopped directly at the bottom of it. They all tried to push it open, but it was no use, it was locked from the outside.
They were trapped, the Red Room and Hydra members were gaining on them, and with the door locked they had no where to go.
That was when Morgan decided to shoot the door open. The seven all went above ground and ran towards the outside of the Colosseum.
As soon as they got to the street, Ana saw a topdown seven sitter car and quickly scribbled a note on the paper and went to ride the car.
Carnap was typical for Ana, but no one ever knew but Morgan. Ana would hotwire Fury's car just cause she got bored and take it for a joyride, when she was 12.
As the seven were being chased, Ana dialed a number she knew by heart, the Hulk's. Whenever the girls are in trouble, the person they normally call is their Uncle Bruce.
"Banner, speaking." Bruce answered lazily.
"Uncle Bruce!" Ana gasped.
Bruce sat up from his cot, "Ana? You're alive?! Where the hell are you?!"
"Uncle Bruce," Morgan sighs, "we are at Rome, Italy. Currently being chased by baddies."
"Ana, Morgan, is everyone with you?" Bruce asked.
"Yes, the Bartons and the prince of Wakanda is here." Ana replied.
"Really?!" Bruce gasped, "Prince T'Chakka's with you?!"
"Yes!" Ana frustrated. "Can you please send back up?!"
"Of course, stay put." Bruce went out of his suite to go to Fury's office.
Ana ends the call and continues to drive quickly.
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Widow's Shield
FanfictionYears after the death of Natasha Romanoff, a 21 year old Ana Stark comes looking for answers. Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except Ana Stark.