Natasha hummed to herself, moved to her right, slowly bent backwards and raised her leg out at a low angle. She stretched out her left arm over her torso, arched it over her head, and back to her side. She gracefully stood upright and spun in a circle on one foot. Nat lifted her leg up high and dropped it back to the ground, moving around the room swiftly and moving her arms accordingly. Her green eyes watched how close she was to the walls and glanced at the camera from time to time. She grinned slyly and snatched something from underneath her pillow as she moved passed her bed. She spun the object around in her hands and then hid it behind her back so the security guards wouldn't know what she had.

She continued to hum and dance, feeling exhilarated that she got to do something she held so dearly to her heart. The last time she had danced was in front of James Barnes outside of the Red Room. They had some down time and he wanted to see her dance. Her heart began to ache, and she hadn't actually thought about what it meant until...

Two big, burly guards in gray uniforms entered the room, hovering their hands above their holstered guns. Natasha inspected them quickly as she twirled the object in her hand. Hats didn't sit on their heads, nor did they have badges or sharp objects of any kind on their uniforms. One man appeared older than the other, most likely an easy take down compared to the younger one.

"Looking for something, boys?" Natasha raised an eyebrow and smirked slyly. She pulled out a small piece of cloth from behind her back and unfolded it to reveal nothing.

The guards were unimpressed and began to leave.

Nat rolled her eyes and clunked their heads together. She snatched the guns from their holsters and tossed them onto her bed. She kicked the older guard into the door frame and knocked the younger one in the side of his jaw, shattering his bone. He went down without a fight. The older one put up a fight and swung at Natasha. She ducked and punched him in the gut. He took a blow to the leg and another to the face before Nat threw him down onto the ground, unconscious. She wiped her hands on her yellow jump suit, grabbed the guns, and took the key card off of one of the guard's belts.

A loud alarm started blaring through the speakers and the lights in every room changed to red. I glanced up from my hands and raised an eyebrow. Nat must have already put her plan into action. I thought and headed towards the door. Everything that wasn't four feet ahead of me was a huge blur. Falling off that building and hitting my head did some real damage to my eyesight.

The door opened and revealed Peter standing there, holding his hand out to me. "Come on, we have to go." I nodded and almost ran into the hall. I was so excited to see my friends again. Over time, I started to realize that I became more dependent on them than I used to be. I was once independent after leaving my family at Xavier's School for the Gifted. Now, I've made a full U-turn. I'm hoping it's for the best.

The alarm blared through the speakers into the hall, almost deafening us when we passed by. I carefully walked with my cousin as Natasha opened the rest of the cells. Bruce lugged Steve out of there, holding one arm over his shoulder for support. Steve clutched his stomach and winced in slight pain. Tony covered Steve's other side as we all started forming a circle in the hall. Natasha and Clint took ground up front, while Peter and I were in the back. Clint turned his head frequently and always glanced around in a calm state, taking in his surroundings. They had taken his hearing aid when he was locked up, so not being able to listen in on everything had him on the alert.

"Incoming," Natasha called out. Men turned around the corner of the hall and headed straight towards us.

Clint and Nat stayed in formation as they defended the middle of the group from being hit. Nat hit one guy in the throat with her thumb, leaving him breathless. Clint kicked him into two others and knocked them down. Natasha kneed one in the jaw, splattering blood everywhere. She wrapped her arm around another's head and flipped him onto his back and smashed her foot against his chest.

"Two-o-clock, Peter," I observed, hearing a clicking sound and seeing blurs move out of a room. My hand shot out in an attempt to throw them or their weapons, but nothing happened. I forgot about the device on my ankle. I groaned and waited for one of them to come at me.

Peter snapped to attention and jumped around in place, getting his blood pumping in his system. "We haven't had this much excitement in a while, huh?" Peter's fist met a jaw as he jumped onto the wall. The men became confused with what he was doing and waited for a second before reacting. Peter had kicked a few in the head by then, sending them into the wall opposite of them.

I stayed back and guarded the three in the middle. I couldn't let the guards get to them. It's my job. A guard reached for his gun and I snatched it from him, firing the gun at the ground to test it.

Small darts. Not even bullets.

Should I be surprised? I twisted the man's arm and heard bones snapping. He screeched in pain as blood seeped out of his elbow where the bone protruded out of his skin. I let go of his arm and smashed my foot against his skull, light enough to render him unconscious. I shot the gun, aiming at most of the guards in our way. Some went down. Others managed to stay up a few more seconds to put up a fight. Peter slammed two guards' heads together and launched the last one into a wall as he stood on the ceiling.

I rolled my eyes. "You're such a show off." He jumped down, flipped, and managed to land on his feet safely. He cringed as he stretched his left arm and flexed it. A laugh stuck in my throat; this was not the time for that. "What? Out of shape, Parker?"

"I'm not. Might have pulled a muscle though. Hurts like hell," he replied and resumed his position in formation.

Natasha paused and nearly caused everyone to crash into her. She listened in on her surroundings. The alarm rang in our ears and the red lights flickered. No footsteps came from down the hall. "Where is everyone? More guards must have been stationed here."

A guard flew down the hall and into the wall. His body bounced off and hit the ground. All of us looked at him in a confused state. We thought we were getting ourselves out of jail on our own.

We had company.

Lady Sif from Asgard came into view as she turned the corner. Blood dripped down her temple from a small scratch and faded into her sun kissed skin. She dressed in a dark blue S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform instead of her usual shiny silver armor. She blew some of her wavy black hair out of her face and loosened her grip on her sword. Her blue eyes looked us all over quickly and she smiled softly. Her voice, strong and powerful the last time we saw her, was now calm and collected. "Oh, good. You're already out. Let us go then."

We recognized Sif instantly and sighed in relief. We could have easily gotten out on our own, but seeing a friendly face, in a time where we hadn't seen one in so long, seemed comforting. We walked towards her and my eyes finally adjusted.

A woman stood behind her. She seemed welcoming by her motions, but in her gray eyes, she was brooding. It was hard to tell in the lighting, but her skin tone was a beautiful light purple. Her black, wavy, mid-length hair barely touched her shoulders. The woman stood taller than Lady Sif and seemed really thin. She could have been an other worldly Amazon for all I knew. Golden symbols graced her cheek and trailed up to her forehead before stopping. Her expression, serious and daunting, seemed to reflect the vibe she was giving off.

We didn't question who was aiding her and followed them out. Sif would surely tell us once we were out of there. Bodies littered the ground, bloody and unmoving. Their blood splattered against the white walls like an abstract painting, blotching and running in certain spots. Some of the guards were still alive and groaning softly to themselves in agony. We stepped over them carefully as they lead us to the room where they kept our belongings.

They really...killed these guards? Was it Sif? Or was it the new girl? I can't see Sif being that hostile to humans after her encounters with Coulson. I thought to myself. Something didn't seem right here. I would ask about that later.

Natasha took control of the situation once we came across the vault, locked with a special computer system attached to it. Her fingers dashed over the keys of the keyboard and watched the screen as it turned green. She smirked and glanced over at us. "Can you beat that time, Tony?"

"Under a minute? Probably not. Jarvis could, though," he shot back in slight humor and went into the vault. A few metal tables stood in the empty, white room. The bright lighting made us shield our eyes for a second until they adjusted. Tony picked up his clothes in an airtight bag and looked it over. "You think they would spend more time guarding the place than making sure our belongings were clean and nicely put away here."

Bruce leaned Steve against one of the tables. Bruce snatched his glasses from the table and took his clean clothes happily. The familiarity of it seemed to comfort him. Steve grabbed his vibranium shield and attached it to his arm. He grunted as pain struck his bullet wounds and overcame the pain by pushing forward.

I took hold of my glasses and put them on. Sight, glorious, sight! It was so great to see things clearly again, even though the background was slightly blurry because my eyesight got worse. It didn't matter. I could see! Peter nudged me as he attached his web tech onto his wrist. He stretched and twisted his wrists and sighed happily once he felt secure.

"Clearly, we need a plan. And guess who has one?" Tony questioned, turning to all of us.

We all groaned in unison.

Usually when Tony had ideas, they were either too dramatic, too much work, or just too out there. Hopefully this idea wasn't in any of those categories.

"Glad to know everyone still thinks highly of me." He scoffed before continuing, "I have a place in Canada that no one knows about. You know what that means? You guys can go back to being freeloaders again."

"Oh, please. We're a joy to have around at the tower," Peter replied with energy. The adrenaline must have finally got to him.

"Isn't that defeating the purpose of staying in the country?" Steve asked carefully. All of us had discussed this months earlier. Leaving the country only proves the government was right. But, now that we broke out of jail, the public wouldn't believe us anyways. Steve's face soured as he thought this over.

Tony put his hands down to his sides and stepped towards the group. His serious facial expression seemed almost daunting on him and he spoke up, "There isn't a better plan. We need somewhere to go and fast. I have the solution."

We wanted him to be wrong.

But Tony was right.

We left the facility the way Sif and her companion entered and followed them until we came into possession of a vehicle. Then, we left on a tiring journey out of the country.

AN: OH MY GOSH. I MET CHRIS EVANS AND HUGGED THE MAN FOR TEN SECONDS DURING A PICTURE. I also saw Sebastian Stan, Hayley Atwell, and Anthony Mackie at Salt Lake City Comic Con. I was blessed to be able to do this and it was the best experience ever. Lovely people. Down to earth and too pure for this world. Sorry. Long author's note. I just wanted to share that with you guys. :D You mean so much to me! Anyway...thank you for reading!