Sorry guys, this isn't an update to my usual suspects by a fanfic that has been rattling around in my head for awhile now. It was short and considering I'm limited to writing this on my iPad with a bluetooth keyboard, I just felt I could quickly churn this out before I return my focus to the next chapter of Ice and Fire.
Yes, it's a lot different than my usual fare, but hey, after watching The Avengers and then Age of Ultron and the rest of the Marvel Universe. As well as reading a few fanfics, I decided what to hell, I would like to throw in my lot in this with a fanfic with the idea of Sasuke stuck in Marvel verse.
Anyways, here it is, I'm going back to Ice and Fire and Rose of Geass now. I'll try and come back and update this after watching Avengers a few times.
The True Avenger
"We finally got a break on that assassin."
"Define break, Agent Hill."
"On his last job he was set-up by his latest contract. Seems like the competition provided a large sum if he was delivered to them. Turns out it was a bad idea for both parties but a boon for us. We actually were able to get some images and a glimpse of what he is really capable of."
"Go on."
"Techs are still going over the details, but high-speed movement, energy manipulation using lightning from what we can see, and shapeshifting. The latter feature is what we gathered from the entry cameras into the country."
"Threat level?"
"High, but with a caveat. Again, it's worthwhile to note that other than his missions, he has rarely left his home and has either been accruing money or paying for research in advanced physics."
"Just because he isn't a threat to us now doesn't mean he won't be a threat in the future. Who do we have to keep tabs on him? Coulson?"
"Busy with the fallout from New Mexico."
"Then Romanoff. Sending an assassin to watch another assassin seems appropriate in this case."
"Are you sure about that, nothing suggests that the subject cares for any type of companionship or is there any opening for her to put her unique skills to use."
"Then who do you suggest, Hill? Barton?"
"He can keep his distance and observe the target. It's better than Romanoff. If the target does change his behaviors then we can operate accordingly and place her in reserve."
"Do it then, I want eyes on the target around the clock. Oh, and Hill?"
"Yes sir?"
"Would you kindly inform the techs that naming our targets after cartoon characters is a poor reflection of the professionalism of this organization."
"I believe they would say that it is anime or manga, sir."
"I don't give a goddamn if it's the holy gospel," the man snapped, cutting the link, furthering the message of his displeasure before his single eye came down to the file before him labeled 'Madara Uchiha' with a snapshot taken from a security camera of a black-haired individual walking nonchalantly through an airport without a care in the world.
TTA
Onyx eyes looked out onto the wilderness with nary an emotion in them, the natural neutrality borne of years of hiding one's emotions behind a mask something that he had never truly discarded in spite of everything that had happened to him. Then they went back to the pile of logs that were strewn before him, having been effortlessly split by him minutes before. But, there were still more to be done, so he went back to work, going through the motions of chopping the wood and allowing his mind to wander.
Once upon a time, he would have sneered at a menial task such as this, believing that it was beneath his status to do things commoners would do. But over time, he had found a small part of himself revelled in that simple act, maybe it was Naruto rubbing off on him, but it was mildly cathartic at being able to do things for himself instead of depending upon others to do it for him.
That brought a fresh pang to his chest that he quickly buried, his mind wandering to the circumstances of his presence here and his quest to return. Eight years he had spent in this world because of a freak event, and in those eight years of searching for a way back, he had used the skills that he had to amass the wealth necessary to maybe find a way back in this world that was both primitive in some ways and mind-numbingly advanced in others. It was a long hope, but in eight years, it was a hope that kept him going and prevented him from giving into the despair that ate at the corners of his sanity. The hope that he could return back to his home and fulfill what he had set out to do after Naruto had reopened his eyes to the world.
Placing down the axe, he fought the chill that sought to bury itself into his bones, letting both his chakra and his jacket that he zipped up give him warmth and he offered some admiration to his handiwork before going back to the gathering up the wood and heading back to his cabin.
He could only imagine Sakura or Naruto's reaction at the idea that he of all people would live in a cabin in the wilderness. He could just imagine his adoptive brother's guffaw at the idea that he would denigrate himself to living like some rustic person, a faint smirk graced his features as he imagined the blond ragging him for it. And Sakura...well, Sakura would likely just smile and accept it as part of him, still...
It was as he reached the door with his acquired firewood that he stopped, his senses fully alert to the fact that he was no longer alone, or at least the people who had been watching him for several months now had decided to finally make a move. He could hear their movement as they tried their best to be as silent as possible, he had to hand it to them, if he hadn't been aware that he had been watched for quite some time he would have likely been less prepared. But it was a moot point, whoever had been watching him had decided that it was now the time to approach.
Placing the logs down, he then opened the door, walking inside to where his Sword of Kusanagi sat ready in its sheath along with several scrolls of tools that he would need and placed them in the pockets of his jacket, the one thing he had to hand it to this world was how good they were at making tactical yet comfortable clothing in the same way. Satisfied that he had the tools he needed, he walked over to the fireplace and put it out, making sure that it would not burn down his lodgings while he was gone. Securing his sword to his thigh, he looked over the cottage before extinguishing the lights and walking out, his eyes taking several men and women dressed in this world's equivalent of military gear, their weapons drawn and leveled on him. A part of him laughed at the futility of such a gesture, but he had to admit a grudging respect for these soldiers, then again they were likely unaware of just what they were trying to detain.
His eyes then came to rest upon two men, one of them had, his eyebrow actually raised, a compound bow leveled straight at him, while the other wore a suit, but gave the air of an ordinary office worker, short trimmed, brown hair, a high forehead, blue eyes and a confident, yet warm smile that reminded him of certain blond-haired idiot. It was obvious that the man didn't necessarily threatened by him, even as he took him in.
"Mister...Uchiha, is it," the man half-asked, half-stated, "Phil Coulson, Strategic Homeland Intervention Logistics Division. We would like you to come with us to answer some questions."
His eyes then roamed over the men, mind already tagging targets on who to attack first and move from there before they came back to Coulson.
"Am I under arrest," he asked, raising an eyebrow at the mixed message being sent by the guns trained on him and the request being made of him.
"My apologies for the treatment, but you have built a history that has made my boss hesitant at taking chances with you. We just have some questions to ask and maybe a job offer, if you are interested."
His eyes went back over the gathering before him, coming to rest upon the bow aimed straight at him and the man behind it for a moment, before coming back to Coulson one more time.
"Hn."
"Ah, good," Coulson replied, his smile brightening a bit, and shocking him at the fact that he had understood him, "that makes it a lot easier. If you will come with me, I have transportation awaiting."
With that, Sasuke Uchiha allowed himself to be led away to a world he would safely say in hindsight that he was wholly unprepared for.
