OUR LIFETIME « Pietro Maximoff

11 /| beginning of the end

[chapter eleven]

SAVANNAH'S HAND LATCHED ONTO THE MAN'S FACE, and she siphoned the man's energy into her system. He was paralyzed as she took from him the very thing that was keeping him alive and well. Her skin glowed blue for a second and when the man grew shaky, she pulled away. He fell unceremoniously to the sand.

The whole thing had happened in a matter of seconds; she'd gotten faster. She flexed her fingers as the energy coursed through her veins, giving her a familiar and welcomed boost. "That's three hostiles." Four left.

She moved to stand next to Wanda and Sam. "Rumlow's on the third floor," Sam said tapping away at his gear. His drone, Redwing, buzzed by.

Steve approached them, pointing at Wanda. "Wanda, just like we practiced."

Wanda watched him walk ahead. "What about the gas?"

He didn't turn around. "Get it out." The telekinetic used her powers to lift Steve straight into the Infectious Disease Center, her face straining with concentration.

Savannah moved away from them, knowing already what she had to do next. She siphoned more and energy from the fallen hostiles, so much that she almost felt sick. She hated taking more than was needed, no matter who it was from because it proved even more that she was a parasite.

Pushing her thoughts aside, she ran to a man, crushed under the debris from the fallen wall. A few of the building's workers were stuck. Savannah could hear them crying out. She let a steady flow of energy emit from her hands, pushing the rocks away from the men. They watched her, both fearful and grateful. She went to each of them, sparing them energy to help with any wounds. The men were running away before she even finished.

Savannah could not even begin to blame them.

Her eyes darted to the bright sky, a green gas, marred with red wisps, filling it. Steve's voice came over the comms, strong and urgent. "Rumlow has a biological weapon." Savannah's eyes widened. If they got away, he and his men could sell it to anyone, and too many people would die.

"I'm on it," Nat replied quickly.

Savannah eyed the building, she immediately saw Rumlow and the other mercenaries escaping from the far side of the building. "I've got eyes on Rumlow."

"Yeah, well get your ass over here," Natasha said between grunts, "and help me."

It was a long run, and if Pietro was there, she would've made it in no time, but he wasn't. She began running, quicker than most but not quite fast enough.

Upon seeing Natasha, who'd already taken out a number of the mercenaries, she jumped into action. Savannah threw a roundhouse kick into a man who's gun was pointed directly at her, disarming him. The gun fell away and she immediately threw a burst of energy into him, tossing him aside. She quickly moved onto another mercenary, pushing his gun away and kicking him agilely in the chest.

Her attention was suddenly drawn to Natasha, who was in a difficult fight with Rumlow. They moved quickly on the roof of the vehicle. The man grabbed her red hair and she stuck a widow bite right onto his neck; the man didn't even flinch. "I don't work like that no more," he growled, throwing Natasha through the roof hatch. Savannah shot a blast of energy at him, blowing him off of the vehicle but not before he dropped a grenade into the hatch.

That was a dangerous move on her part, considering the weapon on him. Savannah ran, throwing open the back doors to the vehicle just as the grenade went off, Natasha came flying, and Sav threw up a shield, getting the brunt of the blast.