Siberia | S. Rogers

thirteen

.13 | Distractions

By a miracle, they made it to the Quinjet that was waiting for them - and that was when Merida's inside started swirling around nervously. She had never been on anything like it. It looked out of this world, all dark and gray with a whirring soft purring motor and a futuristic look to it that made it more science fiction than real life. The lights on the bottom were a baby blue, and they flickered as the aircraft landed softly.

She hesitated as the group stood before the Quinjet, none of them vibrating at the nervous frequency she was. She glanced at Steve who was on her right, before looking at Natasha and Sam, who were already starting to power walk towards the aircraft. She hesitated briefly and Steve looked down at her as her eyes widened with panic.

"It's safe, I promise." Steve assured her, already taking notice of the way her face paled considerably and the cautious feline eyes looked on wearily at the strange flying vehicle.

She nodded silently, but even his encouraging words couldn't shake the nervous feeling away, she felt her hands become clammy and she swallowed past the nervous lump in her throat. Merida had been captive by the circus for far too long...what else was she missing out on?

As the Quinjet opened, a ramp stretched out allowing the four of them to walk on. She noticed the ease in which Natasha and Sam strutted up the ramp, already disappearing from sight as Merida and Steve were just now walking up from the bottom. Her harrowed eyes took in all the sights and sounds - the mechanics of the aircraft even. Her feline senses were in overdrive and she worked her nose lightly as the hint of steel and foreign scents invaded her nose.

Once inside she paused. The small compartment inside was spacey enough to fit the four of them plus the driver, but other than it was fairly compact.

Natasha was leaning against the front where the driver was speaking to her, "You owe me," The driver's voice was male, sarcastic and slightly muffled as Natasha smirked at him.

He turned his head around to reveal a middle aged man with tousled feather brown hair, some facial hair around his chin and a large nose. He raised a brow at her and she stared at him as her heart continued to race from being inside the foreign aircraft.

"Clint, this is Merida. Merida, this is Clint." Steve introduced the two as Clint nodded curtly.

"So, you're what all the fuss was about," Clint answered with a small smile as Natasha rolled her eyes. Natasha nodded towards the control panel before him, "Just get us back home before we're made,"

"Have you told Fury yet?" Clint asked lowly before punching a few buttons and reaching his right hand towards a button above his head, pushing it quickly as the ramp they walked in on started to raise up and close them inside.

"He'll find out soon enough," Natasha chimed out as Clint and her shared a look. Sam plopped down in the seat behind Clint and buckled up, "Hey Barton, no tricks this time. We have guests,"