Intertwine

23 - You're Weird

ROARA

"We need you back here." Barton's voice came through the phone. I looked around desperately.

"Oh fuck, I just arrived! Look Steve's not in a good-"

"Axel's escaped."

"Oh fuck."

"And Loki's gone."

"OH FUCK!"

Steve frowned, "What is it?"

"I'm on my way."

"Suit up." Barton said before hanging up.

"Steve, you're having a bad day, but ya gotta pack it up now." I said, scrambling into my backpack for my suit.

Steve stood up, wiping his face. "Already done."

From behind us, having a call of his own, came Fury's voice. "MOTHERFUCKERS! I want all feet on the ground, now, go go go, they're both threats, yes both of them! I don't care!" He shut off the call and looked up at us. "Well what are you two standing around for, Roara suit up!"

I pulled my t-shirt off and threw it on the ground.

"NOT IN FRONT OF US!" Fury roared.

"Why?" I pulled off shoes off and then my trousers and tossed them next to my shirt. "I'm not wasting time." I pulled my suit up my legs and then began to unbuckle my bra. I looked between the two men. "Turn your back if you're embarrassed, I honestly couldn't care less, but I do not have a sports bra on me and this suit has one in-built which is SO much more comfortable than what I'm wearing now. You have been warned."

Steve, who was bright red, turned around. Fury, who was not red, also turned around.

"Is anyone going to explain to me what is going on?" Steve asked, exasperated.

"Axel's out. Loki's missing. All hell's broken loose."

Steve groaned. "Great."

I finished zipping up my suit and then laced my boots. "Alright." I stood up. "Let's get going, shall we?"

"You forgot your guns." Steve said.

I looked down at the empty holsters. Better safe than sorry I supposed. I pulled my two handguns out of my bag, checked them over, and then put them safely into their holsters.

"She doesn't really need them." Fury admitted as we speed walked through building. "She has fire hands now."

"You have what? Why is nobody telling me things today?"

I lit my hand up to show him. "It's my magical puberty." I explained. "Soon I'm going to grow horns and fangs. Then I'll be really hot."

"You will?" He asked taken aback.

"No, of course not, though I could see about plastic surgery. Might suit the fire look."

"I meant I thought you were already attractive." He shrugged. "My bad."

I felt my cheeks go bright pink. "I'm 19!" I protested, and then realised I was, in fact, not 19. It happened occasionally. "Also I thought you were supposed to be all sad."

"I told you, I packed it up."

"If we're going by actual years on the earth, both of you are older than my grandma." Fury huffed.

"Maybe we should meet up, talk about the good old days." I joked. Fury did not look impressed.

We hopped into the chopper and it took off at max speed.