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Into the Cold: Open Starter to All
Into the Cold Phoenix Down Resources
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Driving into New York city had a different feel tonight, the normal hustle and bustle of the busy streets seeming almost a blur. Exhaustion plagued the agent as she made her way from her small place near Mount Ivy into the city. The forest hidden one-story was a nice hideaway from the endless craziness of the world, and the time she spent there was always in peace. The drive wasn't too long, just over an hour, though with New York traffic, that could always mean three. Regardless she didn't mind it, as the quiet gave her time to think and get her head back into the zone for any missions she was heading into. Tonight her destination was Stark Tower, long since rebuilt since the Chitauri invasion so many years ago. Avaren had been having some issues with her internal com device and Tony wanted her to come in to run diagnostics, and of course catch up. They had not seen each other in nearly a month as Avaren had been overseas on an assignment. While hoping for a few extra days away, she knew she couldn't hide out as much as she would like.
As the agent made her way down the interstate on the Jersey side of the Hudson, she noticed a vehicle behind her driving a bit too close for comfort. A soft sigh exhaled out as the woman tapped on the breaks to ward off the other driver. The warning was received, as the other driver tapped on their breaks, giving a few extra feet between their vehicles. As she merged east onto the George Washington Bridge, she noticed the vehicle again riding a bit too close. A furrow in her gaze indicated her annoyance, and she again tapped lightly on the breaks.
Without warning, the driver behind her hit the gas, slamming into the back of her SUV.* "Damn it!" The word slipping from her lips as her head nearly smacked the steering wheel. "What the hell...?" She questioned aloud, even though there was no one else with her. The headlights grew brighter as the driver backed off a few feet before ramming her again, this time harder. Avaren now became defensive, first studying the bridge lanes around her. Thankfully being late at night, traffic was minimal, which meant less targets on the road should this escalate. Avaren hit the gas and changed over into the second lane over on the 4 lane interstate. The primary focus was to make it off the bridge before her pursuer decided to push her off it. With only half a mile left to the other side, she just had to buy time.
The fates did not agree, as a second vehicle, a large SUV, pulled up next to her on the left, while the first pulled up on the right. They quickly boxed her in, the sound of grinding metal piercing the quiet night as they crashed in on either side of her. Avaren struggled to keep control, knowing it only took a single second for it to end badly. Others on the road began to hit the brakes, given plenty of space to the situation unfolding before them. A third vehicle was approaching at high speed from behind, and Avaren did not have much time to react. She jerked the wheel to the right, smashing the car in the lane closest to the guardrail. This gave her room to hit the brakes and dodge the car behind her, at least partially. He clipped her left tail end, and right tail end of the car to her left, sending them into the dividing wall. Both cars now backed off, giving her some distance, but it was by no means a stand down. She could see them planning before they even made their move but she had nowhere to go, as there was 3 civilian vehicles just ahead of her.
Avaren felt the hit on the back left side, forcing her car to turn sideways. She felt the other side of the car hit one of the three vehicles that was in front of her. The agent heard a sickening sound of twisting metal and shattering glass as a chain reaction started. There was no time to react, and her vehicle smashed into the guardrail to the bridge, and over the side into the Hudson. The airbags deployed keeping her head from smashing into the steering wheel. A feeling of weightlessness washed over her as the vehicle tumbled 200 feet down into the icy cold waters below. Crimson liquid broke free of her skin as her head slammed into the window upon impact. A groan of pain escaped her pale lips before she heard screeching tires above her. Headlights floated through the air as a second and third vehicle splashed into the water.
Avarens heart sank and she fought to stay conscious, the nasty blow to her head making everything around her spin. Water started to fill the car quickly and she knew she only had a couple minutes before she would be pulled down into the depths of the river. A hand raised up in front of her gaze to reveal blood, indicating she was injured beyond the blow to the head. Chocolate colored orbs glanced downwards to see a baseball size hunk of metal sticking out from her abdomen. An attempt at movement was made, only to find her left leg pinned under the dashboard. The water was up to her waist now, and she started to shiver, the water during winter being exceptionally cold. If she didn't die from the chunk of metal in her gut, she would die of hypothermia, or at this rate, drowning. A bloody hand reached up behind her right ear, a thin digit pressing against the com device just under her skin three times. This would activate a distress signal to SHIELD, but it would probably come to late, as the water now reached her chest.
Another attempt at freeing her leg was futile, and the movement only aggravated the bleeding from her injury. Of all things she could die of, drowning was certainly not one she expected. Working for SHIELD was always a high risk job, any mission always having the possibility of going wrong. She had come close before, a sniper round to the shoulder, a dangerously close call with a Super Solider that nearly killed her, even a undercover with Steve that landed her in the hospital for a week. Yet this felt different, colder, both literally and figuratively. As the water flooded into the car, it now licked against her chin. Avaren closed her eyes, and took a deep breathe, the icy water washing over her face and head. Created by Patriot
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