𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕤 // ℙ. 𝕄𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕞𝕠𝕗𝕗

Chapter 79: The Jump

WARNING: This chapter contains gore, violence, and depictions of guns. There is also mention of nausea and vomiting.

Quick announcement: I'm going to be going back in the next week and editing chapters 7-15 (I already republished/edited 1-6 but I might add more). I first wrote those when I was trying to just get to the smut so now I need to go back and spruce them up a bit. I'm going to be combining 13 and 14 so there's room for a whole new chapter (exciting I know). So, keep an eye out for that!

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Cool breezes of wind were hitting Farah's cheeks as she ran down a dimly lit street.

She was sprinting, her legs and lungs on fire. She abruptly turned a corner and peeked over her shoulder as she ran, hoping to have lost the men that were chasing her. Farah could feel the excess static building up in her suit, waiting to be released. It was overwhelming, but she was saving it for a more opportune time.

Farah saw the building she was heading towards in the near distance, giving her motivation to pick up her pace. She then heard loud shouts from over her shoulder, glancing behind to see the four men she had been trying to get off her trail.

Two of the men were rather bulky so they weren't as fast as the other two who were much leaner. They were charging at her at full force, all pulling out guns and aiming them at her.

"Ah fuck me," Farah muttered to herself, beginning to create a ball of purple electricity in her hand. Her aim still needed some practice, but she launched the lightning behind herself, the purple light illuminating the dark street.

It was rather graceful as it shot its way back towards the men, yet it was still intense and dangerous. The ball of electricity hit one of the bulky men straight in the groin, causing him to keel over in pain. Farah smirked to herself as she continued to run, maybe her aim wasn't so bad after all.

Farah continued to throw lightning at the men behind her, occasionally hitting them. Unfortunately, because she was throwing them so quickly, the energy wasn't strong enough to take them out, but it was definitely slowing them down. What also didn't help was the fact that they began to fire their guns at her, causing her to dodge bullets as she ran.

It was late at night so luckily there weren't really any pedestrians around, it was just Farah and the goons that were chasing her. Sirens could be heard in the distance and she was praying that Sam was going to catch up with her soon.

She, Bucky, and Sam were sent to retrieve data from Matigon Industries, a high-profile tech company that had been breaching files from the government. As it turns out, the company was a part of some private organization, similar to Hydra, but not as cutthroat. Their 'Agents', for lack of a better word, were skilled but honestly just seemed like the leftover Hydra agents that were thrown to the street.

Farah gasped as a bullet flew straight past her head. She threw a ball of lightning behind herself and watched as purple sparks engulfed a man behind her. She couldn't help but smile to herself, amazed by what her powers could do. The electricity didn't take him out, but it definitely caused him to fall behind.

"I feel like Percy fucking Jackson," Farah muttered to herself as she ran. She found that the more stressed she got, the more she tended to curse. As she glanced over her shoulder, she watched as three more men began to run after her. She now had seven guys on her ass and she was throwing electricity like crazy.

She brought her hand up to her ear and pressed on the intercom, turning her mic on so she could get in touch with the others. Wanda had shown her how to use the intercoms better, she had no idea you could tap it once and the mic would stay on. Was it common sense? Maybe, but she was good with cars and physics, not radios.