Ira opened her eyes blearily. She groaned as she sat up, her muscles screaming with protest. She gasped as a sharp pain sliced through her head. She lifted her hand to the back of her head, and gingerly touched the back of her head. She gasped and gritted her teeth against the pain. She pulled her hand away. Her fingers were covered in a wet, sticky red liquid. Blood.

She once again touched the back of her head. Her platinum hair was matted with blood, the thin strands clumped together over the wound. She quickly directed energy to the wound. The wound healed over, though it still hurt. She only used a small amount of energy, knowing she would need the rest for the battle that was sure to come.

She ground her jaw, trying to silence the ringing in her ears. She glanced around as the ringing subsided. Glass shards littered the floor. Debris was scattered all around. The wall in front of her had a huge gaping hole, allowing Ira to see the rest of the compound. The explosion had ripped a hole in the building's ceiling and wall, and a fire had broken out in the inside of the building.

It was just like her dream, she realized. But there was no time to dwell on it. She carefully stepped around the glass and wreckage as she stood up. Wanda lay on the floor next to Steve, remnants of energy used to make a shield still trailing off her fingers. Steve groggily sat up, and quickly checked on Wanda. She stirred, and Ira breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked around. Natasha had pulled Tony under the dinner table, and they both were unscathed. The others gathered by Ira. "What happened?" Wanda asked, as she had not been able to see the jet or the missile.

"Lenerick must have had another weapon," Tony murmured.

"We have to find the others," Ira told them.

"Right," Steve said. "Find the other, and suit up."

They all split up. Ira dashed through the halls, her hair flying behind her as she ran. She reached the training room, and looked inside. It was mostly intact, expect the force of the blast had shattered all the windows. She avoided the glass as she walked into the room. She didn't see anyone, but she still called, "Is anyone there?"

She heard rustling and the creak of the door to the power room opening. Sam stepped out, his shirt torn and his face covered in sweat. A small cut dripped blood onto his face as he ran over to her. "Are you okay?" She asked him.

He nodded. "Aside from this," He told her, pointing to the small gash. "What happened?" He asked, as Ira flicked her fingers and sent a small trickle of energy through the air, healing his cut quickly.

"Lenerick had another ship," she told him. "He sent a missile at the compound."

He nodded. "I was training when it hit, so I ran into the power room after I felt the building shake," he explained. She nodded.

"Go grab your gear, and meet up in the living room," she instructed, and he ran off. Ira left the training room, and headed towards the bedrooms. She first looked in Clint's room, but didn't find him. She then checked Pietro's room, and found him laying on the floor.

She quickly ran over to him, and shook him gently. He coughed, and she helped him sit up. "Hey, ssh," she calmed him. "Are you okay?"

"Sort of," he gasped, and pointed at his leg. A large gash was visible running down his calf. Her eyes widened.

She gently placed her hand next to it, and he winced. She drew back, and sent the energy through the air instead. The cut slowly healed, and the skin closed back up. "Better?" She asked, and helped him stand up. He nodded, and tested out his leg.

Ira took the time to glance around the room. What she hadn't seen was that it was almost completely destroyed. The closet door had been ripped off its hinges, and now lay in pieces on the floor. The mirror in the bathroom had shattered, spraying glass throughout both rooms. The bed was destroyed, and everything that had once sat on the selves was now on the floor or in pieces.

"Suit up," She told him, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before running off. She dashed across the hall to her room, stepping over the door that lay on the floor. She quickly dug through the clothes on the floor that had overturned when the missile struck. She needed to change into clothes better for fighting, and hers were ripped and grimy.

She sifted through the clothes, finally pulling out a pair of leggings and a white shirt. She quickly pulled them on, and grabbed a pair of sneakers. She hurriedly ran towards the door, before looking back. She spied a hint of dark blue in the clothes pile, and snatched the shawl up. She threw it around her shoulders, and put the sneakers on as she ran.

Ira soon reached the living room, where the rest of the team had assembled. They all stood, geared up and ready for battle. Steve wore his uniform, he shield strapped to his back. Natasha stood next to him, wearing her catsuit. Her red hair blew gently in the breeze created by the hole in the wall as she loaded her guns. Next to her was Clint, his quiver strapped to his back, and his bow clutched tightly in his hand. Wanda stood on the other side of Clint, her signature red jacket resting on her shoulders. Pietro stood next to her, having changed into his uniform. Ira stood to the left of him, and Vision to the left of her. After Vision was Sam, his wings now equipped on his back, and Rhodey, wearing his suit with the helmet opened. And finally, Tony stood next to him, in between Rhodey and Steve. He was equipped with his suit, and his helmet, too, was open.

"Why hasn't, Lenerick done anything else yet?" Natasha questioned, breaking the silence.

"Because he want us to make a move," Tony told them. "He's a show-off, he'll want a big fight where everyone can see us."

"Well then, what are we waiting for?" Ira asked. "Let's bring the fight to him." Steve passed out comms to everyone, and they stood, waiting for battle.

"Alright," Tony acknowledged. "Follow me." He stepped through the hole in the wall, the others following. Ira found herself next to Pietro and Wanda as they stepped around the mounds of debris the blast had caused. Walking closer, she could see that the fire in the other half of the compound was bigger than she had thought it was. It devoured the walls quickly, and she sucked in a breath.

Pietro sent her a smile, trying to comfort her, but it only worked a little bit. She looked towards the sky, and saw it. Hovering above the compound was their target. The ship wasn't very big compared to some of the ships they had fought, as it was about the size of the Quinjet. It was sleek and black, shaped like a pointed triangle. Lights could be seen from the inside, two guns on either side of the ship swiveled around, ready to fire missiles at a moment's notice.

They all stopped near He ship, getting ready to fight. Ira let energy pool into her hands, and she saw Wanda do the same. As they stood there, a voice boomed from the ship. "Well, well, well," it spoke. The voice clearly belonged to John Lenerick. "If it isn't the Avengers! Come to destroy more of my work?"

"Pretty much," Tony yelled back, further antagonizing him.

Ira could practically hear the sneer in his voice as he answered. "That's too bad. I was hoping we could work something out."

"We're going to defeat you," Steve told him. "You can't win."

"Actually, I think I can," he replied, and swiveled the guns towards them. "Goodbye, Avengers."
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A/N:

Another cliffhanger! I honestly don't know why I keep doing this. But anyway, the story's almost over, and I just want to thank you guys for sticking with the repetitive, boring writer who can't think of a good idea for the life of her.

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