—I really what to know what you humans thought about the 3rd POV thing, because I might do it again in the future—

I feel my head on a shoulder. Barely able to move, I tilt my face to look at the person I slept on. It was Peter. "You idiot." I sigh, remembering how he removed his mask in front of Ironman.
"You've said that before."
"Then I meant it." I didn't really feel like talking.
"If anything, you're the idiot. Who follows an actual hero into battle?" Peter retorts.
"The kind of idiot who saves your ass." Just then, a light thud landed on the roof above us. The faint sound of battle is heard from the dull, quiet cell. My middle finger looks bruised, possibly broken. Shame, it's no longer useful. The bullet wound tears, and I clamp my teeth together to muffle my screams.

Mumbles of words come from outside the cell. Words only one of us can hear. Tony and I both look at Peter for answers. Sighing, he speaks. "5 hostiles, 3 hostages, 7 men down. If either of you make sense out of that, you're a genius." I had some form of knowledge, but JARVIS got there first.
"The 5 hostiles are most likely the Avengers. They've taken down 7 Hydra men." He didn't need to explain the hostages.

The thudding gets closer. Most likely Hulk, or Thor, if he isn't eating pop tarts.

"So what were you thinking when you named SORA?" Peter asks me suspiciously.
"Thought of the name first. I always thought Sora was a cute name." I'd met a Sora once. Cute, blue eyes, ginger. Did she work in California? I hear him mumble about giving it a better name when we get out. Optimistic Spiderman is someone I cannot relate too.

«•°–°•»

FRIDAY hacked into the tower at some point. Alerting the team that they do have Sora, just that, they got caught. Sora had informed Tony and Peter of the guy named Samuel. Sam was most likely a high ranking member of Hydra. Sora's wounds were healing at an extremely fast rate, apart from the bullet wound, which wouldn't heal with the bullet in it.

A soft breeze blew through the underground cell, followed by me cursing as I struggle to comprehend what has happened. "Tony, you're a science guy." I look to him for an explanation for how I went from chained to the ground, to propping myself up on the bars.
"No idea. Now that you're there, mind giving us a hand?" I make my way over to the keys, which are dangling from a hook outside the cell. I reach for the keychain, when a breeze blows past again, and I am on the other side, keys just in my reach. Hobbling back to the cage, I find the right key, and unlock it, moving to Peter first, hoping to free him. After fumbling for half a minute, I have him free, and by my side, helping Tony.

Peter insists that I'm not fine, and helps me up the stairs, where a full brawl is taking place. Behind Natasha Romanoff, is a 'HYDRA' soldier. Another breeze, and a knife is in my hand, am I doing this? Can I teleport things? I focus on going behind the soldier trying to hurt Ms Romanoff, and end up a couple feet away. Grabbing the guy, I turn him, and growl. "Who do you work for?" The Agent turns, and her look is priceless. After pinning the guy down, and leaving him, my focus wavers and I begin teleporting randomly again.
"My brother could teleport..." Mr. Odinson mumbles as I teleport next to him. I release a soft huff of air.
"Do you still have contact with Loki?" I ask, remembering everything I knew from Norse mythology. Loki Laufreyson, the adopted brother of Thor. If he could teleport, he might be able to help me control it.
"Unfortunately, he is in new Asgard. Do you need him for anything?" He responds in his overly loud voice.
"If he could teleport, then maybe he could help teach me how to control my teleport-y abilities." He nods as a path to the exit rises. Peter grabs my hand and drags me along with him.

Landing on the roof of a building with Peter, he lets go of me, removes his mask, and begins ranting. "That was a terrible idea, Willow. What were you thinking? You have so many friends who'd freak out if you just disappeared!"
"I don't have any friends, Peter. I've been going to that school for 2 years. 2 years, and the only student I interacted with was Flash, and we both know why." I shudder, and turn for the ladder leading down.
"Willow, you have us. Ned, MJ and I." He places a hand on my shoulder.
"Since when? 3 days? I- I need to go, Pete." I'm reminded of how late it is, not fully knowing the time before JARVIS shows it to me. 02:56. Miss Gurio will have my head on a pike before letting me stay out this late.