Hold On Soldier ✔️ | marvel

12. Quinjet

I follow Clint, Natasha and Steve on to a quinjet and a pilot stands nervously.

"You are not authorized to be here..." he looks at an irritated Steve.

"Son," he replies strongly, "just don't." And with that the shaking pilot leaves us in peace. He scurried off the jet and we get comfortable. Clint sits with tense eyes set on the controls and I stand beside him.

"Are you in the position to do this, Clint?" I ask looking into those tense eyes. Within the focus there's angst. He has fresh nerves but still is determined to prove he's capable of leading our team to battle.

"Isabelle right?" Clint is slightly sweating, "I've heard of your abilities. And I still trust you completely, as does Natasha."

I'm brought back, "Natasha trusts me? Why?" Ive never proven anything to these people.

"Well you're both very similarly gifted, I know she sees the same in you that she carries within her." He forces a smirk, "You helped Tony and Steve right? Can't pretend that wasn't selfless."

"Steve makes it seem like it was selfish." I argue.

"Well that just shows he cares about you back." Clint shrugs, now relaxing his posture.

"Isabelle, buckle up! We've got plans to go to." Natasha's voice booms, a smile faked on her lips. I know she's trying to calm the aura a bit, which we all can appreciate. I place my palm on Clint's should and wish him luck before taking a seat across from Steve. Natasha goes to sit leaving me and Steve staring at one another.

"So you actually like being called Izzy?" Steve questions, still having a grave expression on his perfect features.

"I just like it better than ma'am." I bit my bottom lip.

He nods, "I think I agree. You're more of an Izzy to me anyway."

My cheeks burn, "Well you're more of a solider than a Steve." I puff.

"For now." He replies simply. I jump as fear tickles up my spin. I look out the window to see a portal rip open the once bright blue sky. I see space, darkness with stars barely in view. My gut swirls and I can't look away. I've never see such a thing in my life, especially when creatures start darting and slithering out of it. I see a spec of red and watch as Tony strikes some alien chariot riders. But there's so many that I question if that was even badass or not. It sounds like goddamn war. If I look down I'll only see the demons from the sky attacking helpless citizens.

"Ok that's something you can never unsee..." Natasha chokes out pulling me from my thoughts.

"Disturbing." Clint agrees, his voice sounds fearful but hints of courage range within every quiver. I have looked away from the window now, looking down at my shaking hands. I tighten them into fists and close my eyes.

"We're all here to back you up if you need us Izzy." Steve's soft and honest words make me open my eyes, "Just try not to fall out of the sky, only Tony can fly."

I sneak out a laugh, "Well I'll just stick to the ground with my guns."

"I'll trust you to do so." He nods at me and I nod in return. He seems both professional and kind that it sways my thoughts. I don't trust S.H.I.E.L.D but I can't place these people in their category. Steve knows about their weapons, though Nick did confirm it's true purpose to be valid. Steve is merely here to save the people. Tony and him even argued about how the two of them aren't S.H.I.E.L.D's puppets in the cell room. I was with them. Clint and Natasha trust me so why is it so hard to return the feeling?