Natasha noted that there were only roughly 10 aliens left, she took out two with her handguns and Widow Bites, while her teammates got rid of the others. When there weren't any left, she turned around to face everyone else.
"Alright, I think they're all gone, it seems we are done here for today. Back to the helicarrier". She turned around and started toward the helicarrier, putting her handguns back in the holster.
Steve sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow as he climbed up into the Helicarrier. He plopped onto his chair, trying to catch his breath. He pondered about his best friend, wondering if he'd ever show up. The last time he saw him was roughly a year ago. He hasn't shown up since.
"Hey Tony... I think I'm gonna need a few beers when we get back." and Steve ran his fingers through his blond hair, totally aware that he didn't have the ability to be intoxicated.
Wanda reigned her energy manipulation powers back in with difficulty after losing control of them, she decided she may have to train a bit more before the next mission, unaware that she was still suffering grief of the loss of Pietro, how strange it was to live together for so long to die apart. She physically shook her head, as if to chase the thoughts away, and turned back towards the helicarrier with the others being the last to board it.
"Is everything alright...?" Steve inquired, tilting his head to the side as he glanced at Wanda. He knew something was up. She's been acting a little shaky ever since the anniversary of Pietro's death, which was roughly two weeks ago. Steve couldn't believe it's been a year since his passing already. Steve averted his eyes to Tony, and then back to Wanda, before continuing to contemplate about his lost friend.
