𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 ✘ 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅

{3²²} {IS IT ENOUGH TO JUST SURVIVE?}

∆ {3²²} {IS IT ENOUGH TO JUST SURVIVE?} ∆

NO-ONE ANSWERED STRAIGHT away, the silence filling the comms line as everyone took a moment to process what they had heard, and while the noises of battle still remained around her, Roxi tuned them out in favour of waiting for a response.

"If you don't mind." Clint's reply was the first to come through, his voice slightly breathy as machinery whirred in the background. Roxi let out a short sigh before replying,

"On my way." She could only head towards the last place she had seen Clint and hope that it would be close enough. Now wasn't exactly the time to ask for directions. She weaved her way between rubble, narrowing her eyes ever so slightly to try and see through the dust that had been stirred up, keeping her mouth shut so that it didn't obstruct her breathing. Thankfully, Clint was only a street or two over from where she'd last seen him, shooting down some robots outside the doors of an old building, the top blown off and lying scattered over the cobbles. However good Clint was, it was almost impossible to catch everything without help, which at that moment, he didn't have. Unfortunately, that meant that he didn't see one of the robots coming at him from behind, while Roxi did. She pulled up her hand on complete instinct and getting hold of it before throwing it as hard as she could past Clint and into the building opposite him. He didn't have time to acknowledge the action past a quick nod and a 

"Thanks." She returned the nod, before refocusing on keeping herself and Clint alive. It wouldn't do anyone else a favour if either of them died. For the next few minutes, it was more of the same, the two of them, ending up almost back to back as they fought to survive, and if they could, to live. There was a difference. One simply involved not being dead, still being around, while the other relied on keeping emotions, keeping your humanity and your morals, still fighting for what you believed in and hoping no-one would have the chance to take it from you again. The world had try to take that from Roxi several times, but now, with her team, with Natasha, she felt as if that might not happen again. She felt safe, even as killer robots attacked her, even as worry about Natasha tickled the back of her mind. Especially as Wanda burst through the doors of the building behind Clint, red furling around her hands and swirling in her eyes. It didn't take long before there were no robots left around them, driven away by Wanda and Roxi, and the occasional arrow from Clint. Roxi knew that the big part of the fight wasn't quite here yet, that part of the battle that became just that much harder. In New York, it'd been the Leviathans coming through the portal in the sky, and here, who knew what it would be. Clint exchanged a glance with Roxi, which she simply shrugged to.

"Alright, we're all clear here," he reported as Roxi slipped her quarterstaff

"We are not clear. We are very not clear," Steve protested, the sound of metal smashing and creaking filtering through the comms, squealing slightly at the loudness of the noise.

"Alright, coming to you." A second later, Pietro had zoomed into eyeshot, picked up Wanda and sped away, stirring up paper and dust that Roxi was able to avoid, though it started to cloud around Clint, hanging in the air as he raised his bow, an arrow at the ready as he muttered,

"Nobody would know.. Nobody." Normally Roxi might've butted in, might've pointed out that she would know, but the man seemed like he needed the more relaxed moment where he could allow his humour to flourish, if only for a few seconds. He lowered his bow, sparing Roxi a fleeting glance before he began to jog in the direction that Pietro had run.

"The last I saw him, Ultron was sitting on him. Oh, yeah, he'll be missed, that quick little bastard; I miss him already." Roxi let a smile creep onto her face and shook her head lightly as she followed after him, catching up quickly as Tony and Steve laid out what they knew.