Bombshell [B. Barnes]

2.

"Agent Harris, what's your status?" the concerned voice crackled over the coms. "Harris check in."

Chris huffed, rolling her eyes as she took out a guard.

"Jesus Rogers, we split up less than two minutes ago. I'm fine."

"I'm sorry for being concerned," Steve muttered sarcastically under his breath, the coms barely picked it up and Chris bit back a laugh, trying to remain stealthy.

She peaked her head around the corner, peering into the large room before her to ensure that it was empty. Once she was sure it was clear, the agent made her way around what appeared to be a storage room, checking for any objects of importance or secret passageways. As she cleared each wall, she made sure to slap a small disk to each one.

"Chris, we're at the quinjet, what's your status?" Natasha came over the coms.

"Just finishing up down here Nat," she replied lightly, making her way back to the stairs, slapping a few more disks in the hallway for good measure. "Who's 'we'?"

"Steve and me."

Chris sighed, equal parts worried and relieved. "Wilson, what's your position?"

"Couple Nazis on the roof, I've got it covered," Sam responded with a grunt.

"Take them out quickly, please," Chris ordered, holding her position on the stairs. "I'm activating the bombs and we'll only have a couple of minutes to get out of here."

"Yes ma'am," Sam answered, and Chris almost thought she could hear him mock salute her, "Will you have enough time?"

"What do you take me for?" Christine gasped, offended, "an amateur?"

Sam barked out a laugh and the brunette couldn't help but smile in response.

"Nazis down." He announced over the coms. "Commence explosions."

"With pleasure," Chris smirked, pressing the button on the activator. "T-minus five minutes to detonation." She announced, running up the stairs. "Nat?"

"We're in position." The redhead affirmed over coms and Christine ran harder, making sure to press the button on each floor to activate the bombs she had placed on her way to the basement.

She had about two minutes to spare by the time she reached the roof, pushing herself harder as she sprinted up the quinjet ramp.

"Go!" She barked out, Nat immediately pulling the jet off the roof and into the sky, the ramp not even closed.

"I... am going... to kill... Stark." Chris panted, doubled over as she tried to catch her breath. She could hear the explosions in the distance as the building beneath them was destroyed. "Honestly... would it kill him... to make longer-ranged bombs?"

"Well, to be fair, we've never had an explosives expert on the team before." Steve defended only to be met with a glare.

"That's no excuse." She glowered. "They had better bombs in World War Two and you know it!"

She had seen some of them herself in Tripp's suitcase of Howling Commandos gadgets that he got from his grandfather. They may have been bigger and a pain in the ass to set, but at least they gave an adequate amount of time to get to safety.

As if he could hear her thoughts, Steve echoed the same sentiment,

"These ones are a helluva lot easier to set." He argued, tossing one of the round explosives in one hand.

"Rogers, you idiot." She snapped, snatching the bomb out of the air before he could catch it again. "This is a bomb, not a toy!"

Steve had the gall to smile while Christine scolded him. "Jesus, that is not something I should have to say to someone who is nearly one-hundred-years-old."