Helena Stark: A WWII Legacy

chapter five: Hassling

"Hey, what's going on?" Tony asked as we walked up. 

"I think we're here," I said. 

"I don't think this rig has a self-park function," Tony said as he looked at me. "Dad said you could fly almost as well as he could."

"But my reflexes aren't as fast," I told him as I looked at Peter. 

"Right," Tony said as he followed my gaze. "Get your hand inside the steering gimbal. Close those around it. You understand?"

"Yep, got it," Peter said. 

"This was meant for one big guy, so we gotta move at the same time," Tony warned. "Helana, you get to help steer us."

"It's like riding a giant donut-shaped bike," I said nervously. 

"Okay, okay. Ready," Peter said. 

"We might wanna turn," I warned them as my armor surrounded me. 

"Turn! Turn! Turn!" Peter shouted. 

"Hold on," Tony warned as he held out a hand. I grabbed onto him as Dr. Strange created a shield around us. 

"Not like riding a bike at all!" I shouted as we crash-landed. 

"You all right?" Dr. Strange asked as he helped Tony and I up. 

"That was close," I breathed as my mask came down. 

"I owe you one," Tony told Dr. Strange.

"Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I'm sorry," Peter said.

"What?" I asked. 

"I do not want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip," Tony told Peter. "You understand?"

"I'm trying to say that something is coming," Peter said. I had just enough time to put my mask back on when a bomb landed in the middle of our little group and we went flying. 

"Thanos!" A guy with red tattoos shouted as he ran in. 

"You have to be kidding me!" I said angrily as the cape wrapped around the guy's head. Tony and I flew into the air to fight with one of the other ones. I was just fine, until Tony ended up getting magnetized to the side of a pipe. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" I heard Peter shout in panic.

"Help the kid," Tony said, and I flew right at the strange alien woman. 

"Please don't put your eggs in me!" Peter pleaded as I rammed into her, but the guy we were chasing rammed into Peter. 

"Stay down, clown," the guy said.

"Leave him alone!" I shouted angrily as I blasted him again.

"How many iron things are there?" The guy asked as we flew around in the air again. 

"Just shut up," I said angrily, but I was tackled from behind by the strange alien lady. By the time I kicked her off of me, the guy had a gun to Peter's head. 

"Everybody stay where you are," he ordered. "Chill the eff out. I'm gonna ask you this one time. Where is Gamora?"

"What?" I asked as Tony and I both removed our helmets. Except Tony had a blaster pointed at the red-tattooed man. I had my boot on the alien lady, but I didn't really plan on blasting her head off. 

"Yeah. I'll do you one better," Tony said. "Who's Gamora?"

"I'll do you one better," the tattooed man said. "Why is Gamora?"