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It would seem that Miss America wouldn’t be mourning for long, with her lonesome session of crying and guilt soon interrupted by the arrival of her hammer wielding accomplice. America kept her eyes fixated onto the ground as she arrived, with her not even glancing up at Thor as she spoke. She seemed to compliment her fighting skills. America’s hands clenched shut at the comment. Could the bloody Asgardian not see the devastation that they had caused? Nevertheless the Latina stayed relatively quiet, with her mumbling something along the lines of “I’m ok.”

It was her final comment though that snapped America back into reality however. Oh, America knew exactly what was the cause of the noise that Thor had spoken of. It was S.H.I.E.L.D. [i]Oh dios![/i] Why was it always bloody S.H.I.E.L.D? Moving her arm across her face, she wiped away the tears from her now slightly swollen eyes. She would save her tears for later. Now she needed her game face. Conceal, don’t feel. The thought brought a slight smile to her face. Who knew that crappy film would actually teach you something!

“Those are the good guys.” America replied coolly to Thor as she stepped into the air, moving herself upwards. 

She gazed around the destruction, pinning the guilt to the back of her mind as she did so. There they were all around them closing in. Quinjets. America couldn’t count how many. Realizing that the turrets weren’t aimed at them, she issued a sigh of relief. She really wasn’t up for punching anything else today.  Agents seemed to be moving in all around them, planting what appeared to be explosive onto the bottom of the crumbling office building. For a second America was bewildered, that was until she realized what they were doing. She nodded in agreement to their actions, despite the fact that no one was looking at her to receive it. That was when she caught sight of him. The Falcon!  

“Wait…” She said aloud as she further watched the hero work below. She took into account the costume. Sure he had the wings but this was definitely not a Falcon get-up. No, that was a Captain America costume. Her suspicions were confirmed at the sight of the famous red, white and blue shield. For the first time in a while, she let out a short laugh. A female Thor, a black Captain America. This earth was turning out to be better than she thought.

At the Captain’s orders, Chavez moved forward. Lashing out with her leg, she kicked apart a large piece of falling debris, seeking to lessen its blow on the agents working below. The same was done with a falling photocopier which had slid off an ascended piece of floor. 

Although the focus was now to safely bring down the building, there were still several individuals trapped inside. One of which was about to be crushed by a large amount of falling rubble. Using herself as a barricade, America threw herself in front of the terrified office work, with her attempting to hold up the falling ceiling. Initially she fell under its weight, although after giving one last burst of strength, America managed to hold it up. 

“Oi, Thor!” America called down to her companion. “I could seriously use a hand up here!”