Today was the day Emily was getting out out of the hospital, she missed who knows how many days of school and she had to go back now. She stood at the counter, waiting for her mother to finish signing all the documents to let her go. Allison was supposed to be there but she was 40 minutes late. They were going out for celebration but she wouldn't answer her texts. Finally her mom finished and they were walking out of the hospital.
"So where do you want to go?" her mother asked, hugging her.
"Well Allison and I were going to go out for pie but I guess not." Emily looked down at her feet, trying to hide her anger. Allison was supposed to be here and she wasn't. They slowly walked into the parking lot.
Emily took a step into the lot, and a car zipped by her, almost hitting her. A figure pushed her out of the way before getting hit. She fell into her mother and they both fell into the grass.
"You ok?" her mother jumped up and helped Emily up. Emily nodded and looked for any sigh of the person, but they were long gone.
"Well I wonder where that person is, we could thank them." Her mother patted Emily on the back. Emily nodded and rubbed her hands together. Was that a coincidence or not? Was it a set up from the man who is trying to kill her or some reckless idiot who wasn't paying attention? Emily couldn't pick out the normal from the insane thoughts that rattled through her brain.
When they slipped into the car, Emily felt the need to vent, and vent a lot. She opened her messages and began typing away.
"Wow, thanks for being a friend. When I needed you the most you are not here. What happened to best friends forever? You really are something. Well I am going to celebrate with my FAMILY, which clearly is not you because you would be here, at my side making jokes and trying to make me laugh so I could forget all the the hell I went through. Sorry I thought too much of you, don't worry it won't happen again."
Before Emily could stop herself, her thumb clicked the send button and there her message sat, in Allison's notifications.
"Where do you want to celebrate honey?" Emily's mother had turned onto Main Street.
"Home?" Emily didn't want to go out anywhere, she just wanted to lay in bed and cry.
"You want to sit at home after all this time?" Her mother pulled over into a parking lot in front of a small park.
"Emily, what is wrong? You would jump at the chance to get pie." She placed her hand on top of Emily's.
"It's just, I thought Allison would be here, you know, at my side when I needed her the most." Emily looked down at her phone in shame.
"You have to understand that she isn't perfect, something might have came up or, or..? Emily's mother looked up, looking at the giant parade of ambulances and police cars, flying past them.
"What is going on?" and with that moment a redheaded woman in a black catsuit rolled over their car and pulled her gun out aimed at a man in a car behind them.
"Natasha, get him, Barton, get the girl." the same soothing voice filled her ears. It was him, the man who gave such warmth to her heart.
"Ma'am get out of the car." A guy who had a quiver on his shoulder approached Emily's car.
"Who?" Emily raised her hands, as if she was being arrested.
"Both of you, we are going to get you to safety." He opened Emily's car door and helped her out while another man helped the mother.
A man walked toward them, he looked like America threw up on him. He was buff but Emily didn't have a liking for his type.
"Hello, I am Steve." the voice!
Emily stared at him, and everything made sense.
"You were the one who saved me!" she blurted out, her eyes wide.
"Yeah and your friend." he shook Emily's hand but she wanted more than that so she embraced him in a tight hug.
A hug of thanks and that was until she saw the man behind the wheel who sat in the car behind them, hands up as the redhead held a gun to his head. The Man with the gold cape.