"AGENTS ROMANOFF! DO YOU COPY?" Fury asked through the comms.

"I'm fine," Lana replied she got up and pain shot through her shoulder. She winced and popped it back into place.

"We're good," Natasha replied over her earpiece.

"There's a breach over on B deck. I need one of you to deal with it," Fury spoke.

"I'm a little caught up right now," Natasha said.

"I'm coming," Lana heaved herself off the floor and ran over to B deck. She took her gun out of its holster as she heard voices. She peeked around the corner seeing three men before she quickly shot one.

The other two turned surprised and started shooting at her. Pipes to the side of her spewed steam as she came out from her hiding place. She ran at one of the men and grabbed the gun from him, kicking him back and hitting the other in the face with it.

One knocked her to the ground and she grabbed his legs pulling him down with her. She turned and shot him in the chest. She was out of bullets

A bullet flew and hit her in the same shoulder she had popped back in moments before. She lifted her hand and his gun flew into it. She rarely liked using her powers. They reminded her of how she came to get them.

She loaded the gun and shot. The man dropped to the floor, his forehead spewing blood.

"I should have stayed in Russia," Lana mumbled sitting on the ground to catch her breath.

"We've got a perimeter breach, hostiles are in S.H.E.I.L.D. gear," someone spoke over the comms. Lana got up and ran to the bridge where Fury and Maria were shooting at people.

She elbowed a guy in the face as an arrow whizzed past her. She looked up and shot at Clint but he got away. The screens shut down as someone spoke over the P.A, "Engine one is now in shut-down."

The Helicarrier started leaning sideways and Lana held onto a desk as people clamoured and spoke.

"It's Barton. He took out our systems, he's headed for the detention level," Fury said, "Does anybody copy?"

"This is Agent Romanoff. I copy," Natasha's voice came through the comms.

"Stark, we're losing altitude," Lana spoke into her earpiece.

"Yeah, I noticed."

He seemed to stabilise the helicarrier after and Lana sighed. She and Maria were sitting on a step as medics attended to them when Fury's voice came through, "Agent Coulson is down." Lana pushed the medic away and got up walking off to her room.

The medics had advised her to put her arm in a sling to let it heal but as soon as the doctor had left she took the sling off. She had taken a shower and was trying to put her suit back on without damaging herself further. The suit was thankfully short-sleeved and vest like.

She groaned as her hand brushed against the new stitches trying to thread her injured arm through the sleeve.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice asked behind her.

She quickly turned around. Looking at Steve, "Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well you look like you're in pain," Steve replied coming in, "What happened?"

"I dislocated it, then some asshole decided to shoot it so, now I have two different things to deal with," Lana admitted.

"Stay here then, we can't have you getting hurt more," Steve demanded.

"Nope, not staying. Over my dead body," Lana successfully pulled the vest on and slid her gun into its holster, "Let's go." Steve sighed and the two walked out onto the runway where Natasha and Clint were waiting.

"Your sister's stubborn," Steve muttered to Natasha as they walked onto a jet. Natasha glanced at her with a small sigh.

"Believe me. I know."

"Hey you guys aren't authorised to be in here," A man said getting up.

"Son, just don't," Steve asserted. The man sighed and left and they strapped into their chairs. Barton took off and they were in the air.