Intertwine

94 - Easy Prey

ADITI

Peter and I sat side by side behind something that had been a prison wall, or at least looked like it had. If I was religious like Papa it would be now if ever that I would pray to Lord Vishnu, the preserver and protector of the universe. Because my universe was in dire need of protection and as it was the force of evil seemed to be prevailing. As it was I mostly observed the religious festivals because it made Papa happy and he was the one to upkeep the shrine at home. Mama had been Christian at some point in her life, along with Uncle Clint, but neither of them were very religious anymore. 

Whatever god is out there, please, please, please don't let me die at the hands of a big green muscly man. I am begging you. 

Peter quietly placed a gloved hand over my mouth, placing a single finger over his lips. I realised I had been murmuring under my breath instead of in my head. I closed my eyes, trying not to quake with fear, as I heard massive footsteps stop on the other side of the wall.

I heard an almighty roar and the concrete I had been resting my back on was lifted away and thrown aside. Above me was the face of the Hulk, and he was angry. I could feel it, unable to block it out, this deep fury that made my bones ache.

"HEY!" Someone shouted. "FIGHT SOMEONE CLOSER TO YOUR OWN SIZE!" I had never been happier to hear the voice of a certain God of Thunder. I supposed the universe had answered me after all. 

Hulk roared again and began to bound in the direction of Thor, trying to grab at him. Thor's hammer was whizzing round and round and finally he leapt with it, hitting Hulk in the face.

"Come on!" Peter grabbed my hand and together we ran                          

"Hey," I said breathlessly, "have you done the algebra homework?"

"Only to 12C, why?"

"I'm so copying you when we get back." I turned round and shot an arrow into the shoulder on an incoming soldier. 

"I was going to get that one!" Peter moaned running backwards to face me.

"Too slow." I replied as Peter stuck the man to the ground with his webbing and turned to face the direction we were running in. 

I looked up ahead. I could see Falcon and Natasha fighting Gunn alongside Clint and Bucky who were up against Bridges. Rhodey and Tony were trying to clear through some of the rubble to find Alina and Steve. I felt sick to even think about what they might find. To our right Wanda was still fighting with Roara. That was the battle to watch out for. They were clearly some of the most powerful players on the field, and it was quite a spectacle. 

"What should we do?" Peter asked me as we came to a stop, watching the chaos unfolding across the field.

"We could take out the foot-soldiers?" I suggested. "I think the only reason we're not winning even though we outnumber their main players is because everyone here is exhausted. They're not."

"What can you feel?" 

I closed my eyes for a second, letting my guard drop. "It's... everyone is tired, like really tired, and frustrated. I don't know how much longer we can hold out. We've lost Hulk, Vision, Alina, and Steve." I opened my eyes. "Morale is low."

"Right." Without even looking he shot webbing to the side of him, stopping a solider mid-stride. "Do we need to retreat?" 

I shook my head. "If we do that we'll just feel that we've lost." I sighed. "I have an idea."

He rubbed his head. "Is it a bad idea?" 

"Yeah."

He groaned. "Will I still help you because you're my best friend."