BIRDIE
“Who...”,i tried to catch my breath as Steve knocked on that door in front of us,his arm still wrapped around me to help me stand. “Who is that guy again?”
The door suddenly opened; a tall man opened,his expression baffled yet at the same time..not so much,somehow.
“A friend..i'm hoping”,Steve said looking at the man.
He nodded,waved for us to get inside.
“Do you have any gauze? Something to patch her up?”,Steve asked him,his name Sam from what I heard.
“Just small ones”,he said,looking at me,his eyes filled with some pity,maybe.
“They'll do”,Tasha said.
I was laid on my bed,on top of a bed. My spine hurt as I was trying to adjust my body,a move which also made me flinch from the ache.
I had an open wound on my stomach,just on the lower left side,a deep cut probably made by some rock,some shard,even. I don't know. It was a mayhem back there to be honest,no time to evaluate anything.
“It's still bleeding”,Tasha muttered.
“Tis but a...but a...scratch”,i grimaced,my voice weak as I was trying to sound funny. “See? I can make movie references”,i tried to laugh,though I couldn't,cause everythime my body moved,it hurt.
“Yeah. Good job kiddo,but let's stay silent from now on”
“You're...killing me”,i huffed,throwing my head back.
She put something on the wound,a liquid of some sort,probably in order to clean it up; I groaned through my teeth,and Steve grabbed my hand,myself pulling him with a tight grip.
“Hey,it's alright. We'll patch you up alright. Just be patient”,he tried to calm me down.
Sam came in with some gauze and Tasha put them all on my wound,pushing hard,each press killing me.
“Not my thing Rogers”,i said and he tried to smile,caressing my forehead. “Just sew it Tasha”
“I-”,she took one breath in before speaking. “We don't have many other options. But..it's gonna hurt”
“Yeah well,what's new,right?”
Sam gave her a sewing kit,and although it wasn't ideal,i didn't have much of a choice here.
I put my arm on the wound,small flames surrounding it; Steve didn't like it,but Tasha told him i'd bleed out if I remained like that. I had to cauterize it,and having such a convenient way of doing so...i had to.
Having flames coming out of you and getting burned on purpose ain't the same thing. But,give it in one go,right?
I put it down,as quickly as possible,muffled screams escaping my mouth as I burned the wound.
“Whoa...she really does it..”,Sam said with eyes opened wide.
“Sew it,now!”,i shouted at her,my teeth grinding.
It hurt like a motherfucker.
This just kept getting more personal.
Having someone sew your skin,a newly burned flesh,with no painkillers,is no fun.
It didn't take long,thanks to Tasha,but it still hurt.
She helped me get up and clean myself a bit.
After that we all headed to the living room,sat down to see our next move.
Sam was kind enough to give us some food,and I was rather hungry,though eating at this state wasn't too pleasant.
“It has to be Pierce”,i said leaned back In my chair. “Fury got to close,he got shot; me and Steve got close to Fury,Rumlow tried to zap us in the fucking elevator. It all comes from him”
“This doesn't make it any better you know. Pierce is sitting in the golden chain”,Tasha spoke,her lips pursed.
“Well,he's not acting alone”
“I'd be disappointing if he was...”,i muttered under my breath,drinking water from a glass laid in front of me.
“It all get connected to Lemurian Star”,Steve added.
“What's that?”
“Jasper Sitwell was there too”,Natasha said to him.
“Who's that?”
“We are the three top most wanted people in SHIELD's record right now. We can't exactly just ask for an audience”,she bit her lip.
“Okay- i'm getting overly ignored. Just because I have a hole on my stomach doesn't mean I can't punch you both”,i raised my voice and they all turned to me.
“Ah-right”,Steve shook his head,a hand on his nose bridge. “Lemurian Star- that's the mission Pierce told you about,where we got the intel from. And Sitwell,he was one of the hostages”
Sam dropped a file on the table. “I got an idea”,he looked at us.
Steve picked it up. Said something about him being a pilot as soon as he saw the second one. Sam shook his head,denying ever using that word.
EXO-7
FALCON
“What's that...”,i took the file from Steve's hands,flipped through the pages. “Dude...”,i lifted my gaze to him. “Shut-up”
“Sam..i can't ask you to do this. You have helped enough already-”
“Well I can”,i butted in and Steve gave me a disapproving look.
“Pers-”
“This is not about us anymore”,i moved the file on my hand and stood up,to then put it on the table again. “If we don't act on this..Steve,it's gonna end up bad. You know that”
“She's right Captain”,Sam agreed with me and I pointed at him approvingly. “I'm in”
“Where can we get one?”,Natasha asked him.
“Last piece is at Fort Meade, behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall”
We all kinda looked at each other.
“Aight. What are we waiting for then?”,i smiled.
“Pers,maybe you should sit this one out”,Steve's voice was soft,but I didn't appreciate it any better.
I stretched my legs a bit,cracking my neck. I straightened my body and looked at them all,realizing they all shared the same feelings.
I sighed.
I lifted my knee to kick Sam on the chest; he fell down,hitting his back on a chair. I elbowed Natasha on the the head,gently kicked the empty plate on the table,the butter knife flipping over until I caught it,head locked Tasha,and held it's blade on her neck.
Sam stood up,his hand on the place i'd kicked him,looking at me with knitted brows and a baffled expression. Natasha's hands were on my arm around her neck,grabbing it tightly.
“Try again Rogers”,i said with a very much unamused face.
Steve threw his head back,letting out a big sigh.
“Damn...”,Sam huffed.
“Alright Pers,fine,you made your point”,Natasha shouted at me and I let her out of my grip.
She turned to look at me,myself now having a carefree smile on. She was just a little angry though.
“I really hate it when you call me Rogers”,Steve mumbled grabbing his jacket,passing through me.
“I know”,i hummed with a pleased half smile. “C'me on birdie,we got a job to do”,i called on Sam as I walked behind Steve.
“It's Falcon- Falcon,not birdie!”,he shouted from the living room and I chuckled.