"Incoming missile!"
Captain America and the others had barely run out of the underground base when they saw a tactical missile streaking toward them with a long trail of flame, crashing straight into the building they had just been inside.
In the urgency of the moment, Captain America threw himself over Peggy Carter and raised his shield to protect them. Sarah likewise tackled Natasha to the ground, manifesting a pair of wings that wrapped around her. Then everyone felt an enormous roar as flames and a scorching heat wave swept over them.
"Are you okay?"
"You weren't hurt, Steve?"
Natasha and Peggy Carter were both worried about the two who had thrown themselves over them without hesitation in the face of danger. Captain America was fine—his shield was reliable, after all, and he also had the idealistic buff of American soil. Peggy Carter therefore merely said flatly, "Next time, let me handle something like that."
Sarah, however, had not been so lucky. Captain America had blocked it with his shield, but she had taken it head-on with her body. She reluctantly rose from atop Natasha, and the moment she flexed her wings, a huge chunk fell off with a flutter. She could not help crying out in pain. "Oh, it's all burnt."
Natasha showed a distressed expression, but to her surprise, Sarah reached out and tore another large piece from her wing, shoved it into her mouth, and crunched away. "Sigh, not only is it burnt, it's crispy too."
"Th-this..." The distress on Natasha's face immediately turned to horror. "You... you're just eating it?"
"Come on." Sarah winked playfully. "Have you never eaten the skin off your own lips?"
"Uh... heh..." Natasha's mouth twitched. "I think that part is a little far from your lips."
"It really wasn't easy getting