ℙ𝕊𝕐ℂℍ𝕆 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣𝕤

5: Cognitive Recalibration

(A/N: 

"-words"

"-words"

means two characters are talking at the same time.)

Something exploded the room, causing all of us to fall through the floor. I ended up falling next to Fury.

"Hill!" Fury yelled into his comm. 

"External detonation." Hill answered. "Number three engine is down."

"Lia, head towards the detention level!" Fury ordered. "I'll get to the bridge."

I nodded. "On it!" I turned around to my way to the detention level, only to be met face to face with Agent Jason Thompson(Anyone notice my little Agent Carter reference there?), who just so happened to be under Loki's control.

"Shit." I muttered, before extending my left arm to punch him, only for Thompson to twist it to the left. I jumped and flipped over to avoid breaking the arm that got shot three days ago. I slid down, extending my leg like I did with Nat, and he fell to the floor. I punched Thompson in he face, knocking him unconscious. 

"Hmm." I shrugged. "Guess he's gonna be out for a while." I grabbed my gun and cocked it, walking towards the detention level, when suddenly, a beam fell on me, trapping me under it. Double shit. 

I tried yanking my leg out, but it didn't work. 

"We've got a perimeter breach! Hostiles are in S.H.I.E.L.D. gear." An agent said over the PA. "Call-outs at every junction."

I couldn't reach the beam, so I decided to take a risk.

"The Hulk and Thor are on research level 4," The agent continued. "Levels 2 and 3 are dark."

I held my gun in my hand, and carefully aimed for the beam. 

"Escort 6-0, proceed to Wishbone and engage hostile!" Hill instructed. "Don't get to close!"

I pulled the trigger. The bullet hit the beam, barley gracing my skin. I pulled my leg out to see a scratch on my right leg with some skin hanging off of it. I quickly ripped the hanging skin off and decided that I wouldn't make it to the detention level in time, so I went to find Nat.

"Target  acquired." A pilot informed Hill. "Target engaged. Target angry, TARGET ANGRY!" 

I picked up my pace, only to hear news that could possibly be fatal over the PA.

"Engine 1 is now in shut-down." 

Triple shit. 

"It's Barton."  Fury informed the crew.  How many shits are we at now? "He took out our systems. He's headed for the detention level. Does anybody copy." 

"-This is Agent Romanoff."

"-This is Agent Lia."

Both Nat's and my voices were cracking when we told Fury,

"I copy."

I ran through the corridor, hanging a left at hall 3A, going down the stairs, turning right at hall 2B, spotting Clint and Nat fighting. Natasha kick-boxes Clint's face. He takes a swing at her, but Nat grabs his arm, twisting it. Clint screams in pain. Using his other arm, he tosses a knife over and begins to slash at Nat. She dodges every move but finds herself in a lock hold with him. I carefully creep closer so as not to be seen. As Clint forces the knife down, Nat bites his wrist, causing him to let go of the knife. Nat wraps her legs around his neck, flips him over and arm locks him. She slammed his head into a pipe rail. I hopped over the rail, standing by my sister's side.