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The feeling of Yelena kneeling next to Isabelle was oddly very reassuring, which was especially true because the blonde was currently pressing down on the gunshot wound Isabelle had sustained just moments earlier. 

It was kinda funny to Isabelle, seeing how the roles had switched between them. She was glad there was someone around to help keep her from bleeding to death, which was most definitely not how she thought she would go, but it still hurt like hell, though. Not to mention that her ears were ringing and her head felt like someone was trying to crush her skull.

"Told you I'd shoot you in the knee," Hal called out with a maniac grin.

And of course it was Hal, out of all the people. Isabelle really wasn't that shocked that he'd been the one to shoot her, and she still felt like laughing because he missed. Apparently, she did laugh a bit because Yelena looked at her like she was crazy, which Isabelle didn't bother disagreeing. 

Mostly because she was in too much pain, and because Yelena was probably right, Isabelle was crazy. She had to be to have gotten dragged into the whole mess she was currently in.

She really should have known better than to befriend someone like Yelena, Peter, Kate and Kamala, and even America. The sad thing was, she didn't really regret it. Light passed over them as Hal searched the office from the entrance with a flashlight in hand and a gun in the other. 

Isabelle watched blearily as Yelena hastily wrapped a bandage around her leg. Thanks to the flashes of light, she could see the blonde more clearly. Her sapphire eyes held something like panic. 

There were footsteps, tentative and getting closer to where they hid behind the metal desk Yelena had overturned to get some cover. Yelena tensed slightly and Isabelle didn't pay much attention to her as she tried not to pass out.

Isabelle never was good at dealing with pain. Or maybe she had a concussion after all. The next thing she knew, there was smoke everywhere and Hal was cursing and shooting. And Isabelle realised that Yelena was gone from her side.

She panicked for a moment before Hal's startled and pained cry told her where Yelena had gone. Isabelle could hear bullets raining over her head again, but her throbbing headache distracted her, gradually getting worse, and her ear rang painfully.

"Hey, hey, Izzy?!" A pair of warm hands gently cupped her cheeks, and Isabelle tried to blink her vision clear, seeing a blurry vision of Kate, the archer staring at her worriedly and with a hint of panic beside Kamala.

"Kate? Kamala?" Isabelle mumbled, barely able to hear anything  the archer was saying to her over the piercing ringing in her ears.

The next thing she knew, she was being carried bridal style in Yelena's arms, her frame trembling as she leaned in closer to her while Kate and Kamala lead the way outside the office through the series of hallways.

After being in the dark for a while, Isabelle could slowly just make out a piles of crates lined up on either side of the walls of whatever the hell it was they were filled with, and she was sure it was something illegal that she didn't really want to think of. 

There was a shout up ahead followed by a flash of light and hurried footsteps. The heroes hurried down the narrow hallway, quickly hiding behind an empty space between some large crates.

It was quiet for a while.

Yelena gently leaned Isabelle back against the crates, her and Kate and Kamala listening attentively to the sounds of people moving around. Isabelle tensed when she heard the sounds of gunshots again and arrows that Kate shot along with the faint red glow from Yelena's widow bites as well as the bright cosmic glow from Kamala's attacks. 

There were angry yells and a couple of loud, crashing sounds that made Isabelle think of splintering wood. A grunt close to where she was hiding caught her attention and she squinted to try to see through the darkness. 

For a moment, Isabelle couldn't really tell what she was looking at, mainly because she was honestly trying really hard to stay conscious. There were flashes of light around a stack of crates and then there was a loud bang like something had just exploded. 

She cautiously leaned further out to try to get a glimpse of the three who were nowhere to be seen, grimacing as she shifted her injured leg. The sudden light that settled upon her nearly made her jump, her heart beating rapidly.

With a feeling of dread, she turned to the side and found herself face to face with the man who'd been guarding her earlier, and he did not look happy. There was what looked like dried blood on his face, but she wasn't sure with the bright light blinding her after having been stuck in the dark for so long, especially with her piercing headache. 

Not to mention, Isabelle wasn't really thinking about taking in the details as she dropped to the floor when she saw the glint of metal being raised and pointed at her. With a deafening sound, the gun went off, and she was worried that she'd been shot again. 

Then she realised that she'd dropped to the floor at a bad angle and the pain from her leg wound was bad enough to make her think she really had been shot a second time. She still did her best to ignore the pain as she scrambled to get away, not that she succeeded.

Before she knew it, she was being pulled up by the back of her shirt, and shoved back against the crates she'd been hiding behind a bit too roughly. With a painful groan, Isabelle looked up to find a gun pointing at her, again. 

She was idly thinking of how many guns she'd seen in the past few hours and how she might die in such a shady way when the guard standing before her was knocked to the side by another dark figure that barrelled into him. 

The gun went off again, and Isabelle's heart felt like it was about to explode because she swore she could feel the bullet whizzing by her head. The flashlight clattered to the ground along with the gun as Peter appeared beside her a moment later after webbing the guard up.

"Izzy, oh my god, hey, are you okay? He didn't hurt you, right?" Peter asked in a hurried voice, panic lacing in his tone as he scanned her for any injuries. 

"Yeah," Isabelle replied weakly, nodding. 

In the weak light, Isabelle could practically feel his worried expression upon his face even with his mask on. Wait, Isabelle shouldn't be seeing any light since everything should be still dark. She turned to the place where Kate and Kamala had been moments earlier and saw flames flickering at the piles of crates.

"Yeah, that wasn't supposed to happen," Peter muttered before turning back to Isabelle. 

"Let's get you out of here," he said once he knew that the way was clear. 

He swiftly lifted her up and carried her towards the exit, or at least, Isabelle assumed that that was where he was going. He was wary of Isabelle's injured leg, which was fortunate because Isabelle's head was still pounding and the world seemed to tilt to the sides at times and that was not helping her nausea at all. 

Behind them, the flames were spreading and burning through the wood of the crates with a fierce speed as smoke began to cloud their vision. Kate, Yelena, Kamala and America had soon joined their side as well.

The pain in Isabelle's head seemed to grow with each breath of toxic fumes released by the fire and all the injuries she'd suffered that night began to pile up as her adrenaline wore out, and she wasn't sure how long she'd stay conscious.

And before she knew it, darkness consumed her and she lost consciousness.