BW:F Chapter 2

Nat jogs out onto the platform high above the city and up the ramp, into the cool, blue interior of the Quinjet, lit by screens and holograms. She heads straight to the cockpit, where Happy’s getting ready for liftoff. He glances over at her as she grabs a handhold on the ceiling.

“When I said we had a thing, I meant like an Avengers thing,” he says worriedly, taking in her jeans and jacket. “Not a Fleetwood Mac concert.”

“Yeah, well, me and the kid aren’t exactly the Avengers,” Nat replies, indignant. “Where are Vis and Wanda going?”

“Problem at the Raft. We have another thing,” Happy said, grabbing the controls. Nat braces herself as the jet lifts off. “And why’s he acting like that?” Happy glances over his shoulder. Spider-Man is strapped in, sitting stiffly, his legs tightly together and his hands clasped in his lap. Nat twitches guiltily. “What’s the matter with you two today?”

“Never mind that,” she says as the jet drifts, turning in mid-air. “Where are we going?”

“Hang on. We got a stop to make. I called some backup.” Happy begins to descend.

“Wait, what?” Nat clutches her handhold tighter as they head down toward the street. “Park Avenue is not a landing pad.”

“I’m not landing.”

BW: F

Jennifer Walters pushes her way through the revolving door, emerging into the sunlight to a rush of wind and a crowd. The roar of people and engines is almost painful.

“Oh. Gosh,” she mutters as she sees the jet descending toward the street. She pulls on her blazer and hurries forward pushing past people. A ramp lowers, but the jet is fifteen feet above the street. Jen heads out among the cars; traffic is at a standstill as everyone has phones raised high to record.

“Sorry. Sorry,” she says, waving apologetically.

She looks up to see Nat, Happy, and Spider-Man looking down at her expectantly.

“Can’t you come down lower?” she shouts.

“Just jump up here,” Happy calls back.

“I’m not dressed for that!”

“Just turn green!” Happy insists.

“I’m not green right now! I’m not dressed for that,” Jen repeats, irked. She raises her hands and hops a little.

Spider-Man swings down.

“I’ve got you, Miss Walters.” He grabs her around the waist and the crowd cheers.

He shoots a web, effortlessly pulling her up to the ramp.

“Uh oh,” Jen says, looking back in panic. “I lost a shoe.”

“Hey,” another guy says, pointing. “Spider-Man just kidnapped that lawyer!”

“Wait, no,” Spider-Man says, hopping back and raising his hands. “No! I didn’t!”

A cup bounces off his head with a bong! Nat ducks as a Starbucks cup splashes all over the ramp.

“Ow!” Spider-Man clutches his head where he was hit. “Was that a Stanley? I didn’t kidnap her, guys!”

“Shut up, Kid.” Happy raises the ramp. “You got a team now, Natasha. You happy?”

Nat turns to look at Spider-Man doubled over in pain, still holding his head, and Jen, with one shoe on, critically examines her pantyhose.

“Sure,” Nat says.