Extending her arms in 50 story's from the ground, feeling everything move so slowly. This wasn't her first time, and she wasn't going to make this her last. She felt the glass shards around her frame and caring wasn't in her thoughts. She was free... Finally free from her prison... And it was all thanks to a stalker named Clint Barton. How strange a mercenary relying on others, but their bond was more mutual then the others. Opening the blue hues that she gained from losing pigment from the constant reactions to her heightened senses, she realized time was now slowly speeding up to her mind, Ella keeping her calm and focus on her mission. Get out. Alive. If at all possible, wreck some shit. Finally seeing her focal point, she focused harder, something she didn't need to do anymore as muscle-like ropes protruded from her shoulder blades, causing her little pain now. The ropes weaved through one another, causing a more solid form of bird's wings extended, the white feathers peeking from in between it's warm home, Ella's body having angled so she was now looking down at the people below watching her fall. "Suckers..." She playfully thought as one powerful and gracefully drive herself higher and eventually caused the last few experiments to soar into the clouds, the female's rush and high from all this produced laughter from deep within. "I'm free... I AM FREE!" Ella exclaimed to the skies, her fist punching the air as she felt her body tuck into the clouds, a feeling she missed from months of captivity....
