Intertwine

8 - I'm Not Calling it Flower Power

It was a couple more weeks before I went out on a mission. More training, more learning how to use my powers. Produced the thorns from my hands was getting easier, now I could mostly do it on command. I was getting faster, stronger, I had more stamina and quicker reflexes. My aim with a gun was near perfect from training with Nat.

Cap stood in front of us in the main room. We were all sat on the leather sofas or leaning against walls. "Alright today is the day. This is mostly just reconnaissance. You see Loki or the diffuser you radio. Roara has never been in a situation like this before so we look out for her. Thor you stick with Roara, just in case she finds she can't use her," he stopped his heroic sounding speech and looked at Tony, "I'm not going to say it."

Tony raised an eyebrow, "Say what Rogers?"

"I'm not calling it flower power." Steve sighed.

"Yes you are." Tony and I said in unison.

Steve sighed, "Fine. In case she finds she can't use her... flower power she'll be able to mimic your lightning. It tires her out but it's more reliable. Nobody lets her get captured, but out of all of us she's the one Loki is most likely to pay attention to which is why she's coming with us. We know they have a heavy military guard surrounding the place, and likely more inside. Now suit up."

I put my arm up weakly. "I don't have a suit."

Nat smiled. "Yes, you do."

I looked at myself in a mirror. "Is it supposed to be this tight?" I asked.

"Afraid so."

"Why do I have holsters on my thighs?" I asked.

Nat threw me a pair of handguns. "For these."

My suit was black and green, the same shade of green as my war paint had been. It had a zip down the front that went all the way up to a high collar. The suit itself was sleeveless, but it had separate sleeves that went to my biceps to protect my arms, and went down to my wrists connecting to my middle finger in a triangle shape across each hand. I had a belt that was slung around my waist to hold various pieces of equipment. I turned around in the mirror.

"I won't lie to you Natasha," I looked over my shoulder, "my ass looks amazing!"

She nodded, "It sure does. Now get that fine ass on the plane, we have a flight to catch."

"Got it boss." I smiled.

We took the lift to the top floor. As we walked out together Nat turned to me,

"Actually, we've got one more detour."

"Another?" I asked. I could feel the adrenaline already pumping through me, I honestly just wanted to get to Austria.

"It'll be worth it." I followed her to the armoury. I'd never really been allowed in here before. There were pull out racks with everyones names on. Rogers, Barton, Romanoff, and a new one caught my eye.

"That says Woodson." I pointed out dumbly.

"It sure does." She smiled and pulled it out. She grabbed a case and laid it out on the table in the middle. "Wanna open it?"

Slowly I unclasped the box and lifted the lid. Inside were two daggers, designed for both throwing and hand to hand combat. I lifted one out, feelings its weight in my hand. No more wooden ones, I decided. They had green hilts with a small black streak down the middle, an inverted version of my suit. I flipped it in the air and caught it again.

"Tony made them." Nat explained. "I know he does his best to annoy you but I think, somewhere deep down, he actually might like you. You never know."