Capítulo 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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Capítulo 22: 22. Escape
'.....'= Thoughts
"....."= Conversations
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Harry's heart sank as he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw the smoldering wreckage of the helicopter he had brought down with his exploding kunai. The sight made him sick to his stomach, knowing that innocent people had likely been killed and injured as a result of his actions. As he continued to speed away on his bike, a sense of guilt and remorse washed over him.
"I didn't mean for this to happen," Harry muttered to himself, his voice barely audible over the roar of the engine. "I never wanted to hurt innocent people. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time."
The weight of the consequences of his actions bore down on him heavily, and Harry struggled to push them aside as he concentrated on evading his pursuers. Despite his best efforts to distance himself from the chaos he had caused, the guilt lingered, gnawing at his insides like a relentless enemy.
Harry was not some goody two shoes or like the naive protagonists of some novels he had read in his previous life. He definitely won't feel anything regarding killing the people who were after his life in the first place, just like the agents he had killed a few weeks ago.
But hurting innocent people who didn't do anything wrong to him didn't sit well with him.
'I have to keep moving,' Harry told himself, trying to stay focused on the task at hand. 'I can't let myself get caught up in this. I need to find a way to get this tracker out of me and clear my name. I never asked for any of this to happen.
Harry kept driving forward while mulling over the chaos he had caused. For now no one seemed to be following him, but he still sped forward.
During the chase he had figured out that the SHIELD had definitely put something in his body which helped them in tracking him.
However there seemed to be some sort of limitation to that tracker. If he was far enough the tracker didn't seem to work or it would only give an approximate location of him. So Harry was trying his best to move away from Harlem.
The road stretched out before him, the cityscape giving way to open highways and sprawling countryside. Harry continued to push forward, the wind whipping past him as he raced forward.
The thoughts of people shouting and dying came to Harry's mind again, haunting him as he pushed further away from the city. The image of the helicopter crashing, the sound of the explosion, it all replayed in his mind like a horrifying movie. Harry's heart ached with guilt as he realized that it was his actions that had led to such a tragic outcome.
Maybe he could have chosen a different way to stop his pursuers, he mused. Maybe he could have found a way to disable the helicopter without causing such destruction. But in the heat of the moment, with adrenaline coursing through his veins, he had acted without thinking of the consequences.
The guilt gnawed at him, threatening to consume him from the inside out. He had tried to shirk his fault, to distance himself from the consequences of his actions, but deep down he knew that he couldn't run from it.
As he raced down the open highway, Harry made a decision. He couldn't continue to be a hypocrite, pretending that he was blameless in all of this.
As the city faded into the distance behind him, Harry's resolve only grew stronger.
'Wait a minute, haven't I already escaped. Then why didn't I receive any reward and a notification of the quest completion,' A sudden thought flooded his mind.
Just as Harry had that thought, a deafening bang echoed through the air. The next thing he knew, he was hurtling through the air, his body slamming against the unforgiving pavement. He sprawled across the road, sliding to a stop after a few seconds.
Pain shot through every inch of his being, and for a moment, he was too stunned to comprehend what had just happened. Blood dripped from a gash on his head, and his clothes were torn and stained with blood. His vision was hazy, and his ears were ringing, making it difficult to focus on anything.
If not for his strong physique from the training he had done for a few weeks, he would have been seriously injured due to the speed at which he was driving his bike.
As he struggled to push himself upright, Harry's eyes landed on his bike. The back tire of the bike was completely destroyed.
And then, as if things couldn't get any worse, a figure in red armor descended from the sky, stopping just above where Harry was thrown off from the bike.
The man's presence was imposing, his armor gleaming in the sunlight as he looked down at Harry,"Running away after committing a crime is wrong, didn't your mom tell you," he spoke with authority, his voice ringing in Harry's ears.
"How did you track me?" Harry asked as he stood up while trying to think about his next actions.
He checked his chakra reserves which had regenerated a bit since earlier. Now he had about half of his chakra reserves to use.
Glancing at Tony flying in the air equipped with his Iron Man Armor, Harry knew that he wouldn't be able to escape without a fight. With Tony's speed, it wouldn't be much of a problem for him to catch him.
If he started fighting Tony now and even if he defeated him, he would be totally vulnerable when SHIELD agents arrived.
Tony would definitely have informed SHIELD about Harry's location and those guys would be making their way towards them.
Harry guessed that SHIELD must have requested Tony's help in catching him, as Tony and Harry didn't have any enmity between them.
This was the only possible conclusion he could come to as after going through the previous Harry's memories, he knew that they had never interacted before and were completely strangers to each other.
'Shit, I should have stopped this guy from coming to Harlem in the first place,' Harry groaned, realizing he had a perfect chance to do so.
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