Assemble. | Nat, Tony, Steve, Clint
Natasha was unbuckling her seatbelt before the car had even stopped, popping the door open as the tires screeched. She landed hard on her feet but kept running, her bag swinging on her shoulder as she pulled out one of her knives.Ā āWhat the hell is that?ā Her voice was high as she called out to Steve, clenching the handle of the knife tight enough that her knuckles were white.
TheĀ āthatā in question was what looked to be a giant metal person-shaped thing.Ā That was so far beyond her experience, she didnāt know what to do. All she knew for sure was that she didnāt want to pull out her wand and cast a spell. It seemed like the worst possible plan, even as she ran towards the wreck. She could see Clint, and that was enough to keep her pushing forward.













