Gunpowder and Satin ; BW

5.10

"Hey, can we hurry it up?" Clint huffed, all of us standing on the planet Morag, wating for Rhodey and Nebula to lower down the ship Rocket was letting us use.

"Guys, chop-chop. Come on. We're on a clock." Natasha clapped her hands while I just looked around the eerie planet. This place reminded me a lot of the Soul Carin in Skyrim.

"All that, is really helpful." Rhodey chuckled, waltzing over towards us.

He pulled each one of us into a hug, telling us all to take care and be safe.

"Take that stone and come back." he said and then pointed to me, "No messing around."

I crossed my arms over my chest, "Hey, I can be mature when I want."

"Sure." Clint chuckled.

"See you back." Natasha waved, all of us following her onto the ship and settling in the seats.

"Next stop is Vormir." Barton smirked, pressing a few buttons and the ship jumped into space.

It only took us about three jumps to make it to Vormir. Clint landed the ship expertly, the scene of a large mountain with frosted caps off in the distance.

"Wow– Under different circumstances, this would be totally awesome." I said in amazement. The purple sky contrasted against the ash grey mountain beautifully.

"I feel like I'm in a Bob Ross painting." Natasha mumbled, in the same state of amazement Clint and I were in. The closer we got to the mountain, the chillier it became. Light snowflakes flew around us, landing on my suit and melting instantly.

"This mountain as called me fat in a million ways already." Clint heaved, pushing his body up further.

I smirked at him behind the mask, crawling easily up the trail because I could stick to stuff.

"I really hate you, y/n." Barton grumbled.

"Please don't push my fiancé off the cliff." Nat told her best friend.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to do it when you're not looking." Clint chuckled.

I made it to the top of the mountain first, grabbing Clint and Nat's hand to pull them the rest of the way up.

"Thanks, baby." Nat kissed my cheek through my mask quickly.

"I bet the raccoon didn't have to climb a mountain." Clint continued to whine.

"Technically, he's not a raccoon, you know." Nat shot back.

Clint waved off her logic, "Whatever. He eats garbage."

"Welcome." A hooded figure approached us and we stood in a defense position.

"Natasha, daughter of Ivan. Clint, son of Edith. Y/n, daughter of Anna." The hooded figure said and an uneasy feeling settled in my stomach.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Consider me a guide. To you, and to all who seek the Soul Stone."

"Oh, good. You tell us where it is. Then we'll be on our way." Natasha replied, shifting on her feet.

"If only it were that easy." The figure sighed, turning around and floating towards the center of the cliff. All of us exchanged looks before following behind the being.

"What you seek lies in front of you... as does what you fear."

"The stone is down there." Nat gulped, peering over the edge of the cliff. I let out a shaky breath, taking a few steps back.