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"Coulson is dead."
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Natasha, Bruce, and Jaime were all blown back through the glass, landing one deck below. Jaime groaned, placing her hand on her ribs in pain and feeling liquid on her hand. Looking down, she saw that she was bleeding.
"Fuck," she mumbled, looking around her and seeing Natasha a few meters away.
"You okay?" Jaime asked, standing up.
"Yeah, we're okay," Natasha responded through her earpiece, grunting from the metal trapping her leg.
Jaime's eyes widened as she realized that Natasha was stuck. She quickly moved towards the woman, while Bruce began to pant heavily, struggling to prevent his transformation into the Hulk.
"We're okay, right?" Natasha asked, looking up at the tall woman beside her.
"Ask me later," Jaime replied quickly, standing up to lift the metal from Natasha's leg.
Bruce continued to groan and wriggle on the ground. "Doctor?" Natasha asked urgently. "Bruce, you gotta fight it. This is just what Loki wants. We're going to be okay, listen to me. Bruce!" Jaime groaned as she lifted the metal trapping Natasha's leg.
"We're going to be okay, alright? I swear on my life, I will get you out of this. You will walk away and never ever—" Natasha spoke as she crawled from under the metal.
"On your life?" Bruce's voice deepened.
The two women exchanged worried glances as Bruce threw his head back, turning green. His clothes ripped as his whole body expanded. The man began to scurry away as his transformation progressed.
Jaime looked at the short redhead beside her. "Go," she nodded, gesturing away as she dropped the metal. "I won't leave you," Natasha shook her head as they heard the Hulk growl. "Shut up and go, I'll meet you later," Jaime said, her expression filled with concern as she glanced back and forth between Natasha and where the Hulk was. "You promise?" Natasha asked. "Yes, I fucking promise, now go!" Jaime said sternly as the Hulk turned around, glaring at the two of them.
Natasha quickly limped away as Jaime prepared to confront the green beast in front of her.
The Hulk charged toward her, throwing his fist aimed for her head. Jaime deftly dodged his attack and retaliated with a punch to his face. The Hulk growled in response before countering with a powerful blow to her already injured ribs, causing her to drop to her knees in pain.
With Hulk's fist descending upon her kneeling form, Jaime intercepted it with her arm and countered with an uppercut to his jaw, sending him stumbling back.
Seizing the opportunity, Jaime charged at him and delivered a powerful punch to his stomach, sending him flying backward into some metal poles. The poles collapsed on him, providing Jaime with the chance to escape.
Natasha, who had been hiding all this time, jumped in shock when Jaime suddenly grabbed her by the waist, pushing her against the wall behind them and placing her free hand over Natasha's mouth to keep her quiet.
"Ssh," Jaime whispered, removing her hand from Natasha's mouth.
Natasha's body stiffened from the close contact, their bodies pressed against each other. "Do I make you horny, baby?" Jaime joked, as Natasha looked down with flushed red cheeks.
Their moment was abruptly interrupted by the Hulk, who appeared behind them, roaring menacingly. Natasha swiftly raised her gun, shooting a gas pipe above the Hulk's head to distract him, before Jaime threw Natasha over her shoulder and sprinted away.
The Hulk was closing in on them when suddenly Thor flew through the wall, grappling with Hulk and taking him through another wall.
The two women panted heavily as Jaime collapsed onto the ground, clutching her bruised and bleeding ribs in pain.
"Shit, are you okay?" Natasha asked, her voice laced with concern as she gently placed her hand on Jaime's arm.
Jaime nodded, her face contorted with pain. "Yeah, I'm okay. Shit, just... Just let me catch my breath for a second," she said, closing her eyes and laying her head down on the cold floor.
"Okay," Natasha nodded in understanding, sitting beside her and leaning her back against a nearby wall.
Jaime opened her eyes as she heard Natasha speak over the coms. "This is Agent Romanoff." She looked at Jaime quietly, silently asking if it's okay if she leaves, to which Jaime nodded. "I copy." Natasha said before standing up.
"Are you sure?" Natasha asked Jaime.
"It's okay. I'll catch up," Jaime nodded reassuringly.
"Okay. We'll be on the detention level." Natasha said before sprinting off.
When Natasha arrived, she moved quietly behind Agent Barton, but he had already sensed her presence. He turned, aiming his bow at her, but she swiftly dodged his arrow, twisting his bow before he swung it at her. Again, she evaded his attack, kicking him in the stomach and causing him to stumble back before quickly sliding under some metal poles.
Agent Barton searched for her behind the bars, but Natasha had already slipped up behind him, kicking him back once again. Swiftly, she swung around a pole onto another path, just as Barton shot an arrow at her before leaping over to the same path she was on.
They both fought each other until Barton had Natasha pinned against the side bars of the level. Barton fell to the ground as someone kicked into his side, but this time the impact came from someone else.
"Told you I'd catch up," Jaime smirked.
"Creative idea," Natasha said, swinging Barton's bow around with a smirk as she looked at Jaime.
Jaime had ripped a piece from her shirt and placed it around her ribs to stop the bleeding, so that and her sports bra were the only things covering her body.
Jaime looked down at her work. "Right," she said excitedly before looking up at Agent Barton, who had stood up again.
Barton charged at her, wielding a knife in his hand, and threw his fist in her direction, but she caught it, twisting his arm to the side. He then tossed up the blade, catching it with his other hand and slashing it through the air as Jaime ducked down.
Taking advantage of the distraction, Natasha swept his feet from under him, causing his head to bang against the bars. "Natasha?" he asked, looking up at her from his knees. Natasha didn't dare to move, so Jaime intervened. "Shut up," she said before swiftly knocking the man out.
Jaime smiled, proud of her small victory, but her smile faded when she saw the serious expression on Natasha's face. "What's wrong?" Jaime asked, concern evident in her voice, as she reached out to check Natasha for any injuries.
"Jaime, stop," Natasha said firmly, pushing Jaime's hands away.
"No, I need to know what's wrong so I can fix it," Jaime insisted, grabbing Natasha's hands.
"No, stop. Jaime, Coulson is dead," Natasha said solemnly, gripping Jaime's arms to prevent her from moving.
"What?" Jaime whispered in disbelief.
"Yeah," Natasha confirmed, looking down.
"Fuck," Jaime muttered, pulling Natasha towards her, embracing her in a soft hug. Natasha rested her head on Jaime's stomach, taking solace in the embrace, despite Jaime being significantly taller than her.
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A/N: I'd like to try something new, like creating an interactive story where you decide what happens. Sometimes I give y'all choices and sometimes I give you the freedom to choose what y'all want.
Would you like that?Let me know, and tell me what genre it should be.such as fanfiction or like made-up