The smell of blood and grim permeated the widow’s senses. Her brain just began to slow from compartmentalization when the sound of large arms fire roused her. She grabs the large duffel by the door and runs out into the kitchen as her name is called.
Natasha began messing with the control panel in her right cuff. Mentally thanking the princess for upgrading her quinjet to be able to remote start. Then she ran after the others.
Frank and Bucky were ahead of her when she saw Frank take two and fall. “Bucky, two man lift! We need to make it into the craft,” her voice rings out into the cacophony of sound. When she reaches Frank’s right, she grabs on to him ready to continue. Fuck the botched Russian super solider serum.
They do what they must to get onto the aircraft. Natasha basically drops Frank in a seat and makes for the pilot’s chair. She brings them into the air.“I need a gunner if we are going to make it to the palace!” Her announcement critical because if the shield is down anything could happen.
“I’ll do my best,” Bucky said, easing into the gunner’s seat. She wasn’t sure how well she would do with only one arm, but she was willing to give it a try. Someone needed to, and Frank was injured. “Med kit is in the labeled drawer,” she called over her shoulder, hoping that he’d be able to see to his own injuries, at least until they made it to the palace.
She had to work quickly to aim and fire one-handed, but fortunately for them, the serum Zola had forced upon her had given her swifter reflexes. Between her firing and Natasha’s evasive flying, they were able to reach the palace with only minimal damage. A radio call had alerted King T’Challa to what was happening, and Wakandan ships were in the air when they arrived, ready to defend the nation against the onslaught of invaders.
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