Zara Young decided that she disliked her job greatly.

Babysitting was not on her list of thing to do, yet here she was, running around (in five inch heels, mind you), trying to find two kids before they were possibly eaten by a genetically modified animal.

That, and, well, she was still pissed she never got the chance to speak to Owen Grady. He was rather attractive in her mind, but it seemed he only had eyes for her boss, Claire Dearing. Who couldn't even take a day off to be with her own nephews. That, and she had a fiance of her own to worry about. Their wedding plans seemed to grow more wild with every suggestion he made.

Of course, now Claire was running around with Owen in the field, most likely having a grand old time, while she was stuck amidst an angry mob of park-goers trying to get to safety. Her heels were growing more and more painful to wear, shots of pain coursing up her ankles and into her legs, each step mere agony. Screaming was all she could hear, and she had to resist the urge to join in, her eyes frantically darting in and out of the crowd, trying to find the familiar curly hair and straight black locks of Claire's nephews.

As she turned the corner (nearly bumping into a woman frantically clutching her child to her chest), a sharp twist in her ankle sent her crashing to the ground, groaning as she slammed her hands onto the pavement. With her skin stinging, she pushed herself up, her black hair falling in her face as she raced in between park-goers and frantic families, her neck aching from having to look around so much.

And then she spotted them.

Zach and Gray, running towards the rail on the opposite side of the pavilion, towards the Mesosauraus tank. Gray was grasping his older brother's hand tightly as they ran, Zara letting her eyes follow their path until they came to a stop, nearly lurching over the side of the protective rail as they banged into it.

"Zach! Gray!" she called for them, her voice starting to go hoarse. Thankfully they heard her over the chaos, finally spotting her as she made an advance towards them, limping slightly on her left leg as she went. The pain was absolutely excruciating by the time she got to them, Zach holding Gray back from the railing as a small pterodactyl swooped up the side of the tank's wall.

"Claire…!" Zara began to explain, "she's worried sick; you two need to go no- AAAHH!"

And suddenly she was no longer on the ground, her lavender sweater riding up her arms as the collar was clipped by one pterodactyl who decided she was ripe for the picking. In a blur of blue and black and brown, Zara flailed her limbs as best she could. The animal was flinging ehr about like a ragdoll, and the assistant found herself ready to vomit.

If she didn't stop screaming first.

Her heart pounded against her ribcage, begging to be freed as she was suddenly tossed skyward, her breath hitching in her throat as she was suspended in space.

Only for a moment.

Plummeting down, she jerked her gaze to that below, the open maw of the dinosaur as it lazily flapped its wings, hovering beneath her several feet down. The wind tore at her hair, the long black strands flying like a cape as she tried to straighten her neck, swinging her limbs as if she were running.

This was not how she was supposed to die.

Dear God, no. She was supposed to go back to Britain, meet up with her fiance. They'd have their wedding and maybe settle down in London. Maybe raise a dog. She wasn't ever sure she wanted kids, so a dog was always the next safest bet.

She wasn't supposed to be falling into the mouth of a dinosaur only to be devoured, another tragedy at the theme park that was bound to happen at one point or another. Zara's cries of woe and fear were her only company as she found herself jerked violently to the side, hanging limply by her leg from the beak of the bird-like reptile. With each flap of its wings she rose higher and higher, barely able to see the commotion underneath her.

Zara could barely see Claire and Owen drive a Jeep towards Zach and Gray, or how Owen protectively piled them into the car. She followed the care desperately as it drove through the doors. But she was ripped away from her thoughts as she felt a scratching against her leg, the fabric of her jeans rough against her skin, further alleviated by a warm sensation running down her calf….

"GAAAHHH!" she screeched so loud she could rival that of the very animal that was feasting upon her, and her shrieking was echoed as she was thrown high into the sky, hovering amongst the clouds before falling back down to greet her untimely demise.

Yeah, this was definitely not a good day for Zara Young.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she braced for impact, ready for the feel of sinewy muscle to aid sharp incisors and canines to rip through her flesh. She was ready to be drowned in dinosaur saliva, blood and the screaming of those on the ground. The screeches in the air.

What she wasn't prepared for, however, was a hand roughly grabbing her from around the waist, her shirt riding up slightly to allow room for cool metal, tightly gripping her to someone's side as they narrowly escaped the jaws of death.

"You alright there?"

Zara glanced at her rescuer, eyes widening when she saw the iconic red and gold painted armor.

"What the fuck?!" was all she could manage as she was swooped down and onto the platform of a ship, materializing out of thin air. The robot-man only nodded its head at her- the man was most likely smirking under the mask as he set the assistant down gently. As soon as the heel of her left foot hit the pavement she fumbled, the pain returning to her ankle. "Ow! Ow… shit…."

The mask was removed with a few gears sliding it back to reveal the man's face; sun-kissed skin, baby blue eyes and a chiseled jaw. Zara knew for a fact she didn't like the goatee on his chin. His black hair was flecked with gray. but the man couldn't be anywhere past his twenties- thirties at the most.

"You okay?" he asked with an air, eyebrows skyrocketing from his forehead.

"I twisted my ankle…" she hesitated, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Zara could feel the blood drying from where the pterodactyl had bit her, cruting brown on the blue of her jeans. A shadow fell across her body as a second person joined them, his shoulders as massive as the first guy's. Zara had to squint as she looked up at them.

"Stark, what's the problem?"

"Quill said he got a message from his brother abou-"

"Peter has a brother?"

Zara furrowed her brow in confusion- who was Peter? And who were these guys?

"Two brothers, actually," said the man in the red and gold suit, "but I'll explain later. Right now I just rescued this little hot pot from being devoured by an extinct animal!"

Zara scowled, prompting a grin from the second man.

"I don't think she agrees with you- and is that blood?" Zara nearly jumped out of her skin as the second man crouched down to inspect her leg- the blood had mostly dried, dampening the fabric so the jeans stuck to her skin. A chunk was taken out, teeth marks outlining a prominent wound. As he sat there and inspected it, Zara realized that the straps of her brown edge heel were starting to get tight. With shaking fingers, she grabed at the buckles, trying to undo them as her ankle began to swell.

"I think she broke her leg- and whatever bit her really did some muscle damage," the second man carefully slid his arms underneath her, lifting her up like a sack of flower. Zara froze at the touch, unsure of what to do; should she fight back? Scream for help? She almost laughed at that- screaming was no use, and she was fairly certain she damaged her vocal chords greatly.

"Wait-" she began, clapping a hand to her mouth as she found herself ready to gag.

"It's okay, Ma'am," the second man assured her, "you're safe with us. We can have our doctor patch you up and send you home in no time."

She nodded, allowing him to carry her across a black-top parking lot, complete with thin yellow lines painted haphazardly on the surface. Large airplanes and helicopters perched next to each other, ready for take-off. But she wasn't worried about her broken ankle or damaged leg. As her head swam, one thought crossed her mind:

Her fiance.

He was still down there, amongst the park visitors. He was still most likely on the run from those giant lizards as they snatched up humans like they were popcorn kernels. Hopefully he had found Owen and Claire and the kids and went with them.

Hopefully.

"But my fiancee-" she protested, trying to lift herself out of the man's grasp, but to no avail. Zara found herself weak and disoriented, her surroundings hazing into a blob.

"Ma'am?" she heard the man ask, his voice tinged with curiosity, then panic, "Ma'am!"

And then everything went black.