Kira ran across the compound’s vast front lawn. She fumbled with her phone, almost dropping it as sweaty, trembling fingers clicked Scott’s name.
She shoved the phone against her ear. Feet pounded on the firm ground, matching the hammer of her heartbeat in her chest. Kira focused on the approaching treeline and pushed herself faster. Her lungs burned from a relieved gasp as someone picked up.
“Kira? Kira, where are you? Are you okay?”
Kira glanced over her shoulder and saw a man flying towards her, mechanical wings bringing him closer at an alarming rate.
“Scott, just listen to me,” she interrupted her boyfriend’s panicked shouts. “We’re at the Avengers compound in New York. They shot Ev, Scott. I- Scott!”
The flying man bodyslammed her, knocking the phone out of her hand. Kira rolled and jumped back to her feet, flicking her belt off and into its katana form.
Sam landed lightly in front of her. His handgun was out in a flash, firing three shots. The katana glinted in the noon sun as the blade split the bullets with ease.
Sam put his gun away slowly. “Okay kid, here’s the deal. We tranqed your friends. They aren’t going anywhere. You can drop the sword and come quietly, or I can call the big government guns in. They won’t be as nice as me.”
Kira bit her lip and adjusted her grip on the sword. Scott knew where they were, maybe it was better for all three of them to stay in the same spot. She’d have to be careful to keep her mouth shut, but Ev was hurt so…
Kira lowered her sword. “Fine. I’ll go with you, just don’t hurt my friends.”
“Awesome.” Falcon pulled out a pair of handcuffs. “Now drop the sword.”
The kitsune bit her lip. She shook the weapon back into a belt and slowly placed it on the ground.
“Take me to my friends. Please.”
Ev blinked rapidly, cringing at the developing headache that clobbered her brain. She tried to stretch, but her limbs were restrained.
“Good, you’re awake.”
Ev craned her neck back to see the tall man standing next to her. Captain America’s broad shoulders blocked one of the light fixtures, silhouetting him in a cheap fluorescent glow. Like a halo. How ironic.
“Captain,” Ev inclined her head in mock respect. “Where’s my friend? The teen boy? Short. Blond. Gay.”
“Your friends are both fine. Kira surrendered her weapon, but she’s not talking. Neither of them are.”
Kira had been caught. Damn. Ev tugged at the handcuffs, but they wouldn’t budge.
The captain walked around her chair. His giant frame seemed to dwarf the cramped interrogation room. If Ev wasn’t so worried about her pack members, she might have taken the luxury of admiring his strong form.
He sat in the empty chair opposite Ev’s, leaning towards her to rest his thick forearms on his knees. The captain’s face was only a foot away from her.
“Kira did give us your names.” Blue eyes bored into her brown ones. “So, Evanna, how about you tell me who and what you are.”
Ev fought to keep her expression neutral, but fear made her heart speed up. This Captain America wasn’t as wholesome as apple pie like the media made him sound.
Shrugging, she said, “My name’s Evanna, and I can heal quickly. That’s it. Am I a criminal for surviving your team’s bullets?”
If the jab annoyed him, Captain Rogers didn’t show it. He leaned back in the chair, regarding her cooly.
“Is that really it? Because your friend Liam is in a padded cell down the hall, and he’s not acting right.”
Ev clenched her jaw. This was bad. Abso-fucking-lutely horrible.
“He’s a kid that’s been locked up and threatened by ‘Earth’s mightiest heroes’,” Ev bluffed. “How should he be acting?”
“I’m pretty sure he shouldn’t be growling like an animal.”
Fuck. Liam’s IED was definitely flaring up. Being separated from Ev would make him anxious, and that anxiety coupled with his anger could lead to to the pack’s exposure. And blood. Lots of blood.
“Is he alone in the cell?” Nerves crept into her voice, catching Captain Rogers’ attention.
“No, we have two armed agents and Falcon in the room. Why?”
Her lips suddenly felt too dry. “Get your guys out. Now. If Liam is growling, then your people are in danger.”
“From what? What are you?” The captain’s tone grew harsher, but there was a tinge of hesitation.
Ev relented. Options for keeping their supernatural secret had run out.
“I’ll tell you. Hell I’ll show you. But you have to take me to Liam. I’m the only one who can calm him down.”
The captain crossed his arms and stared at her for a moment, then nodded. He unlocked Ev’s cuffs, being careful not to touch her. Sadly.
That was when they heard the roar.
Captain Rogers froze as the walls shook with the force of Liam’s rage. Ev gasped from the anger, pain, and sharp fear in the roar. She shoved the captain aside and dashed to the door. It was locked, but one sharp tug ripped the handle off just before Ev’s interrogator could grab her.
The earsplitting roar decayed into a loud snarl as Ev rounded the corner. Iron Man and Black Widow stood in front of the double-sided interrogation room window along with several armed guards. In her panic, Ev barely registered their shocked expressions. Liam had wolfed out.
One of the guards noticed her and raised his gun. Ev smacked it out of his hand. Another guard readied her weapon, but Ev threw her against the window before she could get a shot off.
“Let her through,” Captain America shouted from behind her.
Ev wrenched the door, swearing under her breath as she took in the scene. Liam was backed into a corner, completely wolfed out. One guard was trying to point his tranquilizer gun at the werewolf while helping his injured partner move towards the door. Blood stained the ground from four slashes down the man’s chest. Standing in front of Liam with his hands outstretched was Sam Wilson. Falcon. The Avenger was unarmed, talking to Liam in a quiet but firm voice.
Ev allowed her eyes to glow green. “Get back. He’ll hurt you.”
To his credit, Sam backed up instantly. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re one too? What the hell are you?”
“Liam.” Ev moved to stand between Sam and the teenager. “It’s me. It’s Ev. Remember your mantra. What three things cannot long be hidden?”
Liam’s ire calmed slightly when he saw her, but the growls only got louder when he noticed the bullet hole in her shirt. His yellow eyes focused on the Avenger behind her, and he bared his fangs in an enraged snarl.
“Fuck it,” Ev muttered.
She flexed her hands, feeling claws slide out. Her skin turned blue with jaguar spots, and teeth lengthened into lethal fangs. Ev sucked in a huge breath and roared. It was an alpha roar. A sound powerful enough to control even the wildest of betas. The room trembled so violently it seemed like the walls would crumble. The sound was deafening even to Ev’s ears. Liam scrambled back. His head hung low as werewolf features gave way to human ones.
Ev ran out of breath, shoulders heaving as her skin returned to a light tan.
Liam whimpered. “Ev, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
She held out her arms, and he ran to her. Ev rested her cheek on his head, murmuring reassurances. They were both shaking from the rush of adrenaline. Liam clutched the back of her shirt with both hands, nuzzling into the crook of her neck like a child with his mother.
“So,” Iron Man interrupted, “What the fuck was that?”