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She was out of her depth here even she could admit that. Her brain wasn’t working as fast as the Goggle guy was moving. No adrenaline surge was enough to match the pace of perfect precise moves that somehow seemed to hit everywhere on her body at once. She flailed to the ground. And just when she thought it was all over, that she would die on a rooftop with freakin’ Hawkeye before they even saved Christmas, she froze in time.
For a hot second there she thought she was going to have one of those epiphanies or divine interventions when they rewind back through her life and suggest she make different life choices.
But she was 100% sure she wouldn’t change a thing. Except maybe let Lucky have that extra slice before she left him tonight.
Except it wasn’t a divine intervention. It was a harness and Hawkeye was holding the line. His hesitation made her fear he considered dropping her out of the fight which absolutely could not happen, and she cried out desperately.
Only he did it anyway.
100 pissed off steps later and she rejoined the chaos. They were both after Hawkeye and she pulled out the distraction arrow, knocking them all out.
The mask was off the Goggle Guy and she caught the whisps of blonde hair as they turned around revealing a pissed-off girl as she drew her arrow. A supremely hot pissed-off girl. Even her agitated state couldn’t fail to recognise that.
Focusing her aim, she could now see the girl’s eyes. She would never forget their expression. They held her gaze and she hesitated, remembering how she had previously thrown her off the building whilst ensuring she was connected. Could she take the shot? Could she really do this? Was this the right thing?
As if knowing what she was thinking, the girl gave an almost imperceptible shake of the head.
Shocked, she withdrew her arrow and watched the blonde badass smirk and launch herself fearlessly off the building.
Well fuck.
Turns out this would be the last moment before it all turned to shit.
Maybe she should have taken that shot.