A TEAM'S BOND PART TWO
There was an explosion;
I didn't even have time to think,to comprehend the situation.
We were all thrown around,in every possible direction,the turbulence never ending. I could listen to the blows,the fire following after,and the people's muffled screaming and yelling coming from somewhere far yet at the same time close.
I fell somewhere,i could feel a lot of weight on top of me,crushing me down. I slowly opened my eyes,my vision still blurry as I tried to understand my surroundings. There were shards of glass all over the ground,some of them stuck all over my right arm.
“Mother..fucker” ,i managed to curse out.
I saw Natasha and the doctor a few feet away. We must have fell a floor down. Fuck. A bunch of pipes were on top of me. Some blood came out,dripping from the corner of my mouth.
“Persephone? Are you alright?” ,Natasha screamed to me.
“Not my first rodeo 'Tasha” ,i tried to joke,but this was bad.
“Romanoff? Pearse?”,Fury's voice echoed inside my ears through the intercom.
“We're okay” ,Natasha said. “Aren't we?”
“What's going on Tasha?”
“It's Bruce..we need to move Pers,now!”,her voice was loud and hoarse. Some shit was about to take place.
My gaze fell of the doctor; he was struggling,his hands turned to fists as he was breathing heavily. This was bad. Too bad.
Natasha tried to reason with him,whispering words as softly as possible.
Two men tried to approach us and she furiously waved at them and so they ran off. I tried to pull myself together,there wasn't much time left.
I tried to slide away from the pipes,my nails stuck on the metal bellow me as if to give me resistance so I could get off. A little more,just a little..
“Your life?” , the doctor's voice had now changed. More deep,a growl more than a voice.
I was finally out; my eyes met the doctor's. They were sad,filled with regret and self hatred. As if he was apologizing in advance.
I didn't have the strength nor the space to move enough to bend the iron pipes when I was underneath them; but I could move Natasha's,just barely.
The doctor started running off,his skin now died in a light green color. He gave me just enough time to act. I was crouched,my knees bent as I was still trying to find the strength to stand up.
I pushed my fist away and the pipe on top of Natasha did so too.
“We need to run” ,she said to me.
The doctor turned his face to see us,letting out a nothing but primal growl.
“Fuck” ,i huffed.
As the adrenaline came in like a shot stuck to my chest I stood up putting my fists together and thus closing the space in between us with iron blades originated from all over the jet,pieces flying everywhere as they were coming in place.
The doct- no,the Hulk was stroking his fists on it. It wouldn't last much longer.
Natasha quickly climbed some stairs,yelling to me to follow her,and so I did.
Everything happened so fast,too fast to comprehend even.
He broke my iron wall and was now chasing after us,only a few steps behind. He was quick,and angry. Reallyangry.
It was like a maze hunt. We rolled under a turbine and began to crawl under some pipes,Hulk's hits just barely missing us. We ran and ran,under pipes and chunks of metal. I would try and bend whatever I could,but I shouldn't act too hastily.
“You can take him,right?”
“The fuck are you talking about?” ,i snapped at her, just as I slip under a pipe,putting all of my weight on the side of my leg.
“Like with your fires and metal things” ,she was out of breath already.
“ You know Tasha,taking on a damned beast and not trashingup the jet keeping us up in the air at the same time is rather difficult at the moment “ ,i dragged my words,my eyes wide opened as I spoke.
“We won't be able to last much longer like this”
“I know already” ,i said and fell on my back to kick a shot of blazing flames his way. “Sorry doctor” ,the Hulk fell down trying to escape the fire. I got us a few seconds at least.
He was relentless; crushing everything around him on his way,bulbs smashing and the lights creating small fireworks,the pipes falling down,the floor under our feet trembling. I didn't even have the time to try and do anything other than move my legs.
We finally reached a dead end; I had to act fast,really fast.
I pushed Tasha away and with swift moves brought my arms together,crossing them in front of chest,forming an X like symbol,and in only a few nanoseconds a suit of metal surrounded my entire body,three layers,four,five,six - as many as I could pull until he reached me.
“Wait,Pers-”
And then he punched me,or pushed me,or something.
I was catapulted away,with so much force that I was practically sent flying through an entire wall,until I was now in a completely different room,laid on my back.
“Mother..fuck..er..” ,i breathed as the metal dispatched from my body,viciously hitting the floor with a loud thud.
I could barely move,this suit was made to just keep me from dying,not from getting fucking wrecked. I mean,i could still move,yet not freely enough to run. Hulk followed me,growling and huffing as the people in that room began running away.
“Out of all the days..all my good game ones..you just had'ta...choose today..”,he was now standing above me,ready to crush me with his foot. And then-
He was thrown away by Thor's hammer,himself on the end of it's hilt,thrown as well.
I groaned.
I get to live for one more day at least.