The Marvel Games {An Avengers/Hunger Games Crossover}

Chapter 10: Day 3; Hydra

Chapter 10: Day 3: Hydra

After the quiet that was yesterday, I suspected something would happen today I just didn't know what yet. The sunlight was streaming elegantly through the holes in the Tarmac and it was quiet. I hadn't heard someone's voice in more than thirty six hours. I missed my father and grandmother like crazy and I couldn't stop feeling the pressure and constriction in my chest that happened whenever I thought of them. 
What was worse was the sinking feeling in my stomach that I got whenever I thought about Clint. I felt silly whenever I did think about him, I'd known him for less than a week and I already felt something for him that I'd never felt for another guy in my life.

I sighed and grabbed my backpack. I hadn't emerged from the hatchet for two days and I was in desperate need of water. My lips were dry and my tongue was thick in my mouth. I needed water desperately but I was hesitant to leave my safe haven. I'd spent two days here and no one had found me yet, if I left now, I wouldn't be able to come back at risk of being tracked and found out. I'd need to find a new hiding place.

I decided I would leave, but I needed to choose where I'd go before I left. I'd spent five days on the hellicarrier prior to entering the arena, I just needed to remember a place that had lots of cover and would be good for me to hide in. 
There were numerous laundry rooms, the training rooms and bedrooms but they were all too predictable. Where could I hide?

Then it hit me -a few years ago I saw one of the Civilian tributes spend a whole four days up in the highest tree in the arena without being seen or heard until he fell off the branch and died upon impact of the ground. I vaguely remembered there being steel rafters in some parts of the hellicarrier -perhaps if I found some I could manage to hide up there until something else forced me to move.

I had rope in my backpack, so I double checked how long it was and how sturdy it would be. It would be able to hold me if I fell from the rafters, I just needed to tie it around myself once I got up there. 
As I put the rope back, I noticed something slightly bulging out of the back of the pack. It was barely noticeable, just the faintest outline of something. I spent the next few minutes trying to find out what it was. I found an opening in the backpack for a pocket in the lining, as I pulled out the fabric I discovered what it was I was looking at.

Johnny's suit. Blue with the grey 'four' on it. I knew that if he wasn't wearing it he couldn't use his heat powers because he'd burn through them in an instant. Without this suit he was screwed.

I had no choice. I had to find him and give it to him.

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I waited until dusk, knowing I could hide better in the shadows if I did. I had no idea where Johnny was hiding out -or who he could have potentially teamed up with in my absence, but I allowed myself an hour to try locate him, if I couldn't, I would find the nearest rafter and spend the night up there and try find him the next day. 
I could have easily just kept the suit for myself, but I had no use for it. Plus, if I gave him the suit it could potentially put Johnny in my debt, which I could use to my advantage later on in the Games if I needed it.

Slowly, I emerged from the hatchet as the sun was setting. The wind had died down substantially from when I'd first found this place and without giving myself a chance to hesitate, I pushed myself out of the hatchet and ran to the nearest cover. My heart was pounding in my chest, so loud and hard that I could feel it pulsating in my ears. No one was around but I was terrified of being seen.

If Jackson saw me he'd cut me down within twenty seconds and I only had one knife to defend myself with. Any of the heroes wouldn't hesitate to end me then and there.

Deciding that if I was this nervous the whole time I was trying to locate Johnny, I would most likely not move anywhere, so I forced myself to run. If I acted like I was confident enough to run out in the open, maybe the others would leave me alone.
Maybe.