روايات وقصص ضمن Avengers Civil War Airport Battle

She caught his fall, easing him to the ground like an old lover. The plane's engine whirred to life, a low rumble vibrating the steel of the airstrip. Ava raised her weapon, now aiming for Vincenzo’s head as he turned to board the plane. But her phone vibrated in her thigh holster. She hesitated. One glance at the unknown number: You’re too late! She didn’t have time to react; what followed was… BOOM! A deafening explosion tore through the side of the runway. Flames erupted, swallowing the side of the airstrip in a storm of orange and red. The shockwave knocked Ava sideways, her shoulder slamming into the cargo van as shrapnel whistled overhead.

He snapped and I chuckled. We stood there in the cold and when a new set of people began to troop out of the airport, we lifted our placard. A few minutes later and several passengers left, I sighed Kaden and Brenda, they both wore a big scowl on their face and it wasn’t what I wanted to see at all. I laughed and lifted my placard higher. “A hundred bucks says they fought inside the plane,” I told Alistair but he was also frowning now and I wondered what grumps I was surrounded with.“Oh fuck you!”

He quickly responded. "Which airport?" I ask calmly. "The new airport built by his father in New Delhi." "Time?" "2pm." "Hmm, okay." I said. "Let's get down to business. Do you both remember this face?" I asked, pointing at my face and exposing a bit of my left arm flesh to them. The one who I had cut off his hands stared at me briefly and shook his head even though he was in a lot of pain, same happened to the first man.

For both of them. Sabe looked at him, and for the first time, a true, unhidden emotion glowed in his eyes—not gratitude, not professional respect, but a faint, hesitant glimmer of hope. "I know," he replied. The jet began to drop slowly towards Geneva. The blue outside the window grew dark, and the first sights of the snow-covered Alps were visible on the horizon. They were flying into battle, into a specter of a brother and a conspiracy that threatened to destroy everything.

Chapter 123: The Manhattan Return The airport at the base of the Hudson Valley was really dark and scary with rain pouring down on the armored cars as they arrived. The tires were kicking up a lot of water, which was catching the lights from the airport. The storm was even worse here, making a lot of noise as it blew through the valley. In the middle of the airport the Gulfstream plane was waiting, its engines already running and making a lot of noise.

Together. The war had entered its final phase. Careers on the line. Friendship mending. Love growing stronger under fire. Ava stood at her window looking out at the city. The man she could not stay away from waited on the other side of this storm. She was ready to fight for him. For them. For the future they might build if they survived Richard’s last desperate attack. The launch was days away. Everything would be decided there.

I didn’t even wait for the door to be fully opened before I got in. “Airport,” I ordered. The engine roared to life. I leaned back, staring out the window, but I wasn’t seeing the city. All I could see were two small faces I had only seen from a distance. Faces that belonged to me and yet didn’t know me at all. My blood boiled. This wasn’t a negotiation anymore. This was war. When we arrived at the airport, I didn’t wait for the car to stop completely. I stepped out while it was still slowing down, my bodyguards spilling out behind me like shadows.

he declared. Soon enough, behind the closed doors of the Alpha hybrid's secret vault, two men marked each other with their love before Thorne found himself in the control room and looking at the two blinking dots on the huge screen. Zoe, her mates and the sextuplets along with their respective mates stood at the higher stands while Thorne and his twin stood in front of the screen, watching the war planes skillfully maneuver and criss-cross each other as they dropped bombs while evading the retaliatory attack by the daunting enemy which hid in silver made camps in the mountains.

Victor growled through the mind link once more. Tania weaved the shadows. The vampires used bursts of speed to take out as many wolves as they could before leaping onto high brunches. I had lost my brother and Quade in the mix but I spotted a white wolf blanketed in purple flames easily. "We can't do this forever," I told Victor as I dodged the dripping fangs of a rogue, making to run left but dashing right a the last minute so the rogue missed my hind legs. I wasn't fighting. I was avoiding. I was surviving. I was blocking out the horror I felt from just snuffing out someone's life.