21 21. Chase

'.....'= Thoughts 

"....."= Conversations 

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Harry gripped the handlebars tightly as he sped down the street, the wind whipping through his hair. The sound of his motorcycle's engine roared in his ears as he weaved through traffic, desperate to put as much distance between himself and SHIELD as possible.

But as he glanced in his rearview mirror, his heart skipped a beat when he spotted a redhead woman on the similar bike hot on his trail. Her long hair billowed out behind her as she leaned into the sharp turns, her eyes locked fiercely on Harry.

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SITUATIONAL QUEST

•Escape the pursuit.

Reward: 800 points

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Harry closed the quest panel which had popped out in his peripheral vision and focused on driving.

As he navigated through the crowded streets, Harry felt the rush of adrenaline as he deftly maneuvered through the maze of cars and trucks. The sound of screeching tires and blaring horns filled the air as he weaved in and out of traffic, narrowly avoiding collisions with each daring move.

At one point, he shot between two cars with only inches to spare, the sound of metal scraping against metal sending shivers down his spine.

"Holy cow, that was close," Harry muttered under his breath as a nervous chuckle escaped his mouth.

The redhead woman was right behind him, matching his every move with precision and skill.

"Come on, come on, just a little bit faster," Harry urged his motorcycle, as he twisted the throttle, feeling the powerful engine respond to his command.

The narrow streets were a blur as they raced through the city, the buildings whizzing past in a chaotic frenzy. Harry's heart pounded in his chest as he pushed the bike to its limits, the adrenaline surging through his veins.

But as they approached a particularly tight turn, Harry's heart leaped into his throat as he narrowly avoided clipping the side of a delivery truck. The scent of burning rubber filled the air as he leaned the bike into the turn, his instincts on high alert as he fought to maintain control.

'That was f*cking dangerous and exciting,' Harry toned down the urge to scream at the top of his lungs. He had never been in a bike chase before. Though he had seen quite few of them in movies and was totally impressed by them.

'Lets not get ahead of myself,' Harry tried to calm himself down and focused on driving the bike.

The redhead woman was right on his tail, her determination evident in the fierce expression on her face. Harry couldn't shake the feeling that she was one step ahead, anticipating his every move with uncanny precision.

'Damn it, she's right on my tail,' he muttered to himself, stealing a quick glance at the relentless redhead behind him. 'I can't let her catch me, not after everything I've done to shake SHIELD off my trail.'

Just as Harry was trying to focus on getting away, he heard another noise in the air. He looked up and saw a helicopter flying towards him with the door wide open. In that door, a man was sitting with a bow aimed directly at Harry.

Harry's heart raced as he realized he was completely surrounded. "This just keeps getting better," he muttered.

He forced himself to stay calm and scanned the area for potential escape routes.

The man in the helicopter called out to Harry as the helicopter got closer to the bike,"Harry, it's over. Surrender now and we can resolve this peacefully."

Harry couldn't help but scoff at the offer. "Peacefully, huh? I highly doubt that."

He accelerated the bike, weaving through the streets and dodging obstacles in a desperate attempt to evade both the helicopter and the woman on his tail. As he navigated the bustling city streets, Harry's mind raced with thoughts of the man sitting in the helicopter.

"Hawkeye," Harry said, narrowing his eyes as he recalled some memories. The previous Harry had a good relationship with Hawkeye; he was a mentor and an elder brother to Harry.

It seemed that Hawkeye also thought about Harry the same way, as he had only warned him instead of shooting him after chasing him for a minute.

Glancing back, Harry saw Hawkeye, ready to take the shot from the Helicopter.

"Forgive me, Harry," he muttered.

Harry noticed that the hesitation in Hawkeye's eyes seemed to have disappeared as he was now ready to stop him.

Harry quickly reached into his system space and withdrew the exploding kunai. He wasted no time, knowing that the man in the helicopter was ready to shoot him. With a quick and practiced movement, he let the kunai fly from his hand, aimed directly at the helicopter.

The explosive kunai struck the tail of the helicopter, embedding itself in the metal surface with a resounding thud before detonating in a blinding flash of light and fire.

The force of the explosion sent the helicopter spiraling out of control, smoke and flames billowing from the wreckage as it plummeted towards the ground.

The out-of-control helicopter careened towards the crowded streets of Harlem, its once steady flight now a chaotic descent.

Amidst the chaos, shouts and screams filled the air.

"Get out of the way!"

"Run, it's coming down!"

The screeching of tires and frantic honking added to the cacophony as people tried to escape the impending danger.

"Help! Someone help us!"

The deafening impact of the helicopter crashing into the cars was accompanied by anguished cries and desperate pleas.

"Call 911! We need help here!"

As thick clouds of smoke and dust billowed around them, the panicked voices of those caught in the chaos echoed through the streets.

Within the chaos, the redhead who had been chasing Harry found herself caught in the turmoil. She had been mere steps behind the helicopter when it had been struck by the weird weapon, and now she had no choice but to stop as the road was completely blocked.

The redhead swiftly abandoned her pursuit of Harry, leaping off her bike and rushing toward the fallen helicopter where she had spotted Hawkeye.

The acrid smoke stung her eyes and made her cough, but she pushed through, determined to lend a hand. "Hang in there, Clint," she murmured as she reached out to help pull him to safety. "We're getting out of here, just hold on."

As she got closer to the crash site, she saw Hawkeye laying there, unconscious and hurt. She quickly checked him over and saw that he had some injuries, but nothing too serious. The pilot, on the other hand, hadn't made it. A piece of metal from the helicopter had gone right through his head.

Ignoring the danger of the explosion, she carefully and quickly moved Hawkeye to safety, staying calm and focused despite the chaos around her.

With all her strength, she managed to pull him away from the wreckage just before the helicopter blew up, sending debris everywhere.

She glanced over in the direction where Harry, the criminal she'd been chasing, had gotten away. There was a fierce resolve in her eyes as she silently promised to catch him and make sure he faced the consequences for the trouble he'd stirred up. But right now, taking care of Hawkeye was what mattered most.

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