Helicarrier Trouble
Sorry for the late chapters but I hope you enjoy.
The wind rushed by her as she climbed quickly along the outside of the helicarrier. The sound of the planes heading her way spurred her on but she knew she would never make the enclosure on the underside of the helicarrier before they were in range. The sound of crunching metal near her had her glancing briefly over her shoulder and what she saw made her heart plummet; Coulson was deliberately crashing the quinjet into the planes that had been coming after her. She allowed herself to stare for a half second more as her mentor sacrificed himself to give her a chance to escape before she forced her muscles to unlock. Flipping forward she grabbed the edge of an emergency exit and after quickly judging the distance and wind sheer allowed herself to drop down several feet and allow the wind to push her under the helicarrier where the observation deck was.
Spreading her arms and legs she allowed the wind to catch her and push her against the glass of the observation deck. The impact against the glass knocked the breath out of her and for a moment her vision went black as the pain and shock of the impact nearly made her black out but with an effort she grasped onto one of the metal struts on the outside of the observation room and tried to breath. The fierce wind kept stealing her breath from her until finally she was able to duck her head under her chest and use her body as a wind break. For a moment she allowed herself to just breathe before she carefully took out her glass cutting tools and set to work.
The glass around the control room was thick and bullet proof and she was barely half-way through it when she heard the sound of an engine closing in on her position. Glancing down and to her right she grimaced as she saw a plane heading her way with weapons coming around to lock on her position. Cursing silently she took in her options, realizing quickly that there was no cover for her on the belly of the helicarrier and that it would take much too long for her to climb back up to the hole she had created. Briefly she considered wedging one of the charges she still carried into the cuts in the glass she had made but rejected the idea quickly as the blast would undoubtedly knock her off her precarious perch.
Natasha stared at the oncoming plane and slammed the hilt of her knife hard against the cuts she had been making in the glass. The glass held and she cursed as she prepared to fight for her life once more but before the plane could get within range a shape dove out of the sky past the plane. Natasha cocked her head as she saw the small device the shape had slapped onto the side of the plane then smirked as she flattened herself further against the helicarrier just as the bomb exploded. Glancing up she watched as the flaming plane spiraled down into the river far below them.
Movement below her and to the left caught her attention and she watched as a man with mechanical wings moved up beside her. She blinked, relaxing slightly from her guarded position, as the man smiled brightly at her as he pushed up his googles.
Sam Wilson hovered beside her as he asked "So you need a lift?"
Natasha simply raised an eyebrow before shrugging nonchalently and asking "Wouldn't hurt. How do you want me?"
She was fully expecting the man to either blush and stammer at her endueno or to flirt back but what she was not expecting was the business like appraisal.
"How good is your grip strength," he asked and at her raised eyebrow he laughed before adding "Then all we need to do is set enough explosives in the area you have already weakened and set them off once we are far enough away not to get caught in the blast. Then I just fly us back into the newly created door."
Natasha doubted seriously that the plan would go half that easily but despite the awkward way that Wilson had to carry her (front to front apparently works best since it allows both of them to get a good grip even if it does cause Wilson to blush) everything goes smoothly and moments after the fires from the explosions were starting to die down Wilson was flying them through the shattered dome and onto the solid floor of the control room.
"Well that wasn't so bad," Wilson murmured as he glanced around the room easily spotting the computer bank in its center. The words were barely out of his mouth when Natasha heard the sound of booted feet storming toward them and she spared a moment to glare daggers at Wilson who stared back guiltily.
"You just had to say it," Natasha snarked as she readied her widow bites.
"That is a lot of guards," Wilson said in surprise as they each ducked behind a support column. He looked to her questioningly "What do you want to do? I could fly us back out."
Natasha barely restrained herself from rolling her eyes, she was not about to subject herself to that indignity again any time soon, and beside there were only eight or so guards.
Catching Wilson's eyes she deftly tossed him the box containing the computer chips.
"They are labeled, just put them in their assigned slots," Natasha told him evenly "I will take care of these guys."
Wilson looked like he wanted to protest but Natasha ignored him as she broke cover by flipping off the support Wilson was hiding behind and taking out the guard that had been trying to sneak up on them. With a crack the man laid still and Natasha was moving on to her next target.
Faintly from behind her she heard "Right, you got this....I will just go do the computer stuff."
A slight smirk curled her lips at the admiration she heard in his voice and if her next flip was unnecessarily flashy she would dare anyone to call her on it.