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Chapter Eight

Everyone was back on the jet, even though it seemed like we just got off of it. Well, we technically did. The entire team was here, including Doctor Banner who was kept very far away from me. I really wanted to have the chance to talk with him more about my abilities and if there was a way to get rid of them, but that conversation would clearly have to wait for a bit.

Again, I was restrained, the only difference this time being the promise of getting let out once we were descending to the ground. Captain Rogers was standing guard next to me on my left, Agent Lambert on my right. Wanda asked Captain Rogers if she could be next to me on either side, but he refused and said he didn't want me whispering things to her or something along those lines.

We were about 10 minutes from landing, so Captain Rogers and Agent Lambert started undoing my restraints. Wanda stood and grabbed something from above her seat, and when I was also able to stand, she handed the something- a bag -to me.

"This is something for you to wear on the field. There's also a sort of brace in there to go around your wound to ensure it doesn't slow you down or anything," she said. I nodded and she brought me back to a bathroom where I could change, and promised to wait outside the door for me. "The outfit was mine once. I hope to fits you," she said as I headed in to change.

The door closed and I pulled the outfit out. It was a short black dress, a red leather coat, and some socks. In the very bottom under the brace thing was a pair of black ankle boots. I believe Wanda showed me some and called them 'combat boots'. I changed into the outfit and was pleasantly surprised to see that it did in fact fit me nicely.

I knocked on the door to allow Wanda to move, then swung the door open to show off my new outfit. Wanda smiled (with teeth) and clapped her hands a bit. "Oh good it fits! I wore that during my first fight on the Avenger's side in Sokovia. Now that I have this," she gestured down to her current outfit, "I don't have a use for that. There was something in me, though, that made me keep it..." Something in her expression changed slightly, but she got rid of it and smiled normally at me again. "Shall we show you off? I know Nat will want to see."

I nodded and Wanda dragged me over to where Nat was currently standing. She was next to the previously mentioned Doctor Banner, talking in a hushed tone. "Nat!" Wanda grabbed the assassin's attention. Nat turned and saw my outfit, and gave a look of approval.

"Looks great," she said. I smiled brightly. "That's still my jacket though," Nat said to Wanda, and they both laughed.

"Oh do you want it back? I'm alright. If it's yours-"

"Nonsense, Rey. Keep it. It looks so much better on you than it did on me," she said, then took a step closer and leaned towards my ear to whisper. "And Wanda." She stepped back and we both laughed with a confused Wanda by our side.

The fun was interrupted by the Captain clearing his throat. If I'm being honest, I totally forgot other people were there. Captain Rogers didn't look the slightest bit amused at any of our antics. "We are about to land, and I need to make sure we've all got an understanding on what we're doing," he commented sternly, leaving no room for argument or negotiating.

I nodded and we all went through our roles. Mr. Stark, Wanda, and Doctor Banner/Hulk were to stay on the outside to ensure no reinforcements were coming and to make sure everyone stayed in; Captain Rogers, Hawkeye, and I were to enter in on one side to try and get to the command hub and pick up any enhanced; finally Nat and Falcon were going in on the other side to try and meet my group there.

Captain Rogers clearly made sure I stuck with him for a reason. This only made it harder for me to be useful because I wouldn't be able to use my metal arm really, and especially not my powers at all. Hawkeye I feel would be more lenient, but Captain Rogers would go insane. So, powers would stay out of this.