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❝𝐻𝑒𝑦, 𝐿𝑜𝑘𝑖 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘?❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
𝗟𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗛𝗔𝗗 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗟 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦. "Time to go," He told the women.
"Go where?" Natasha asked.
"I'll tell you on the way. Can you fly one of those jets?"
"I can," Clint walked out of the room with a towel in his hand. Steve moved his gaze to Natasha, checking if he was stable and fully out of Loki's control. Natasha nodded in affirmation. Steve looked back at Clint and Luna.
"You two got a suit?"
"Yeah."
"I should," Luna answered.
"Then suit up," Steve walked away from the three as Luna did the same, stepping into her room. She walked inside her room and picked up her bag. She rummaged through the bag, throwing clothes on her floor until she finally found her suit. She didn't have time to settle in as she wanted.
She slipped it on, lucky that it wasn't as tight as Natasha's. She put on the belt that came with it, slipping two pistols into her thigh holsters. She grabbed two batons and slipped them into their holster on her belt, doing the same with two knives. Luna slipped on her gloves and finally, she put an earpiece in her ear, now feeling complete.
Now satisfied, Luna walked out of her room, tying her hair into a ponytail. She made her way to flight bay six. She caught up to Natasha, Steve, and Clint and joined them in their formation, marching forward.
They made their way into one of the open quinjets. A mechanic stood in front of them, trying to stop them. "Hey, you guys aren't authorized to be in here."
"Son, just don't," Steve told the mechanic. The man didn't have much of a response, so he let them pass. Clint sat in the cockpit and took off.
As Luna sat next to Steve, she couldn't help but feel a familiar feeling in her stomach. She was anxious. She couldn't help but think about what could happen. If Loki's army is as bad as she thinks, then what will happen to the people of New York?
"Are you okay?" Steve asked the blonde.
"Yeah, fine," She lied, and Steve noticed, but he left her alone.
"𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗞, 𝗪𝗘❜𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘, 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗧," Natasha announced over her earpiece.
