The Dark Assassin | Thor: The Dark World [2]

Chapter 27

I drew my katanas, walking with the others as we slowly escalated into a run. The girl in the green and grey mask lept towards me, aiming some sort of projectile at me. I ducked away, running up to her as she held up her arms. We struggled, before one of my blades snuck down to her thigh, leaving a thin cut on the inside.

She let out an exclamation of pain, and I kicked her in the chest, sending her flying. She landed in a pile of crates, which softened the blow significantly. Good. I didn't want anyone getting hurt.

The Iron Man flew towards me, firing a repulsor that I knocked away with one of my blades.

"You shouldn't be here!" he called to me.

"And who are you to make that decision for me?" I snapped, him aiming to punch me but I held up my sword, using it to hold him back.

"You belong in a mental asylum," he growled.

I saw the boy in spandex being crushed by a tunnel, Cap running away from the area. I booked it towards him, sliding under and lifting it off him. "Go, kid," I urged, and he ran out from under. I shoved it up, sliding to safety.

"Th--Thanks. Why--Why'd you do that?" he stuttered.

"I can't stand seeing people get hurt. But you should probably take a step back," I said.

"I can't, I gotta impress Mr. Stark," he insisted.

"If you're here, you already did,"

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I could see the royal running for Barnes and Steve, and I ran to intercept him but was paused by the Widow.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"I saw someone in trouble. I wasn't gonna stand by," I said.

"Maybe you should," she said.

"But I won't. I didn't once, and it cost me a friend. I'm not letting that happen again,"

"I'm sorry, kid," she sent a shock device at me before running. It latched onto my arm, sending volts of electricity through my body and crippling me. I fell to the ground, pain coursing through my veins. By the time it stopped, I was exhausted, and just laid there. Occianasially, it would activate again and sent another jolt through me.

An ambulance came wailing over, collecting someone before speeding off. Soon after, a thickly armored vehicle approached, squadrons of men in uniform pouring out and dispersing.

"Be careful with that one. She's dangerous," someone warned as I was hauled to my feet. Thick cuffs that enveloped my hands and wrists slid on, several men dragging me to the vehicle and shoving me in. Everyone else was loaded on, including an unconscious girl, and we took off.

The truck jostled, and my head slammed into the wall behind me, the blow knocking me out.