June 14th, 2002

The morning sun began to rise in the east as sixteen year old Desmond Miles leaned up against a large oak, slowing his breathing from the dangerous trek through the mountains. It had been a long night. One that he thought would have never come. The planning, the secretly marking of the paths. It was all in preparation for the day that he was now in. The day he would be free. Free from all the mumbo jumbo his father had tried to implant into his brain since he was old enough to understand words. Free to be what he wanted to be and free to do what he wanted.

Sliding down the trunk, the bark biting into the back of his shirt, and then, for reasons unknown to him, Desmond began to laugh. He didn't know what brought on the euphoria that he was feeling, and no words could explain, but it could only be classified as happy and free. Freedom was something that he had never experienced before. Never being off the Farm, or out of the woods. Lights could be seen in the distance, and for the first time in sixteen years, he had a choice.

Once back on solid feet, and the bag of provisions on his back, Desmond began to make the trek once more out of the woods, following the river until he saw a paved road.

March 30th, 2012

"I told you once before, Nick, I don't have the right genes. I can't access the memories that you need to find." William Miles threw his legs over the edge of the chair, letting his head drop into his hands. "And Altair is my wife's ancestor, not mine. I couldn't access it even if I wanted to."

Nick Fury growled in annoyance. They were running out of time, and ironically, they were looking for the Time Stone, one of five stones being hunted out by Hydra, and Thanos. So turning to his long-time friend, he asked. "So who can search them for us? You have to know someone. A relative of hers, preferably a male. Females can't step into male ancestors memories most of the time."

William got to his feet, and there was an audible crack that filled the room from where the older assassin popped his back. "I only know of one, and that would be my son, Desmond."

Fury's one eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed quickly. "And when were you going to tell anyone that you had a son? We could have been done by now.

The assassin met the agent's glare with one of his own. "I didn't tell anyone because I can't find him!" That knocked Fury back a step. "Desmond ran away almost ten years ago. No one has heard from him since. There's been reports of him being spotted in various cities all over the States, but every time I go and investigate, the boy vanishes once more. Different name, different look, different job. He never does the same thing twice, and never stays somewhere more than a few months to a year at most.

"I tracked him one time to Florida where I missed picking up his trail by three days." William turned and looked out over the Potomac River. "Three days! And I missed him. That was nearly two years ago. A few reports have trickled in from time to time about spotting him in Boston, Niagara Falls, and as far away as Texas, but nothing in the last few months. Either he went completely underground, or he was killed somewhere." That was the worst pain of all. Not knowing what was going on with his son.

Stepping next to his friend, Fury sighed. "Look, I'll run a scan through the system, see if anything pops up, but I will need everything you have from him. An old photo, fingerprints, anything that could possibly generate a lead."

Nodding his head, William kept his eyes on the calming waters below. "I'll see what I can dig up."

September 1st, 2012 10:49 AM

The sounds of the city woke Desmond from a dream. He was back at the Farm, and daily life was the way he once remembered. People milling about, a few practicing basic skills. It was all the same, but what caused his steps to falter was the sight of his mother. She stood in a small clearing, light brown eyes to the sky. Desmond favored his mother in many ways. From the color of their eyes, to the slight wave in their hair.

But she stood there, unmoving for what felt like hours, but in reality it had only been a few minutes, and she just looked on. As if all the answers to life's mysteries lay in those white clouds. His father wasn't around, and that wasn't anything uncommon. William had always been in and out when he was younger. Not staying more than a handful of days at a time, then he was gone once more, leaving his 'training' to one of the other men that lived on the Farm.

Sitting up in the small bed he currently owned, the young man ran a hand down his face. He could still see his mother's face when he closed his eyes. The look that was there as she looked towards the heavens. Could she be thinking about him? William? There was no way of knowing, and yes at times, he wondered if she missed him, but there was not a chance in hell he was going back to that… that prison. Out in the real world, he was free to choose what he wanted to do. Free to be who he wanted to be. It was something that Desmond had always wanted, and for almost ten years, was what he was living. Paycheck to paycheck, but it was his life. His way.

So, taking himself from the bed, Desmond grabbed his clothes for the day, laying them out, and climbed into a hot shower.

September 1st, 2012 5:02 PM

"Target has been spotted." A lone figure watched from a distance away as his target, a one Desmond Miles, walked from the shabby apartment complex just inside the Bronx. Not the most savory neighborhood, but the kid had been on the lamb for years now.

'Do not lose him, no matter what. I heard reports that they're looking for him too. No sense spooking him just yet.' Fury spoke into his head from the earpiece. 'I have been hunting for him for a few months now.'

"You know, for a kid who was supposed to be hiding from the world, he was sure dumb in getting a driver's license." The man shook his head in wonder as to what was going on in the kid's head to do something as stupid as what he was found for.

'Hey, don't ask me, but I'm honestly glad he did because I doubt anyone would have found him another way.' Sighing, he knew Fury was frustrated. Too much was riding on finding Desmond Miles and finding out what lay in his head. 'Keep a tail on him until I can get there. I mean it, Hawkeye, don't lose that kid.'

And the connection went silent before Hawkeye had a chance to retort. Why he got picked for babysitting duty was beyond him, but it was a mission, and that was one thing he tried not to do. Screw up a mission. So, he sat on the rooftop, sweat making tracks down the sides of his face, collecting in the collar of his shirt. It wasn't the most glamorous job, sure, but it beat what he was supposed to be doing. It was either watch Miles, or stakeout a warehouse with ties to a company known to have dealings with Hydra. Natasha chose the warehouse, and passed this off on him.

Looking through the binoculars, he watched the kid turn the corner, and down the street towards the bar he worked at, get this, for the past seven months. The bad thing was, he had been there a few times in his off time, which wasn't much nowadays.

From his vantage point, he could watch the whole street and not miss a single thing. It was rather boring, and frankly, he would have rather been anywhere but there. But this was an assignment and that's what he was told to do. So sucking it up, Hawkeye crouched low on the roof, watching his target enter the bar.

"He's in the bar." And grabbing the bag at his feet, the archer walked over to the fire escape, and climbed down to street level.

9:47 PM

Fury watched from the corner table as the kid, Desmond, finished mixing a drink, then wiped down bar once he was finished. Not that he had spilled any, but he kept his hands busy. His father, William, had the same trait, and Fury chalked it up to the assassin training, or whatever they put themselves through. The routine that the Brotherhood did was not widely known, but they were helpful, when it suited their own purpose. Now that his and their needs aligned, it was easier to get some much needed info from the elusive assassins.

Once the patrons had abandoned the bar, the director saw an opening he needed. So picking up his empty glass, Fury made his way to the bar, and took a seat. The kid walked over, face showing only a slight smile. "What can I get you?" Desmond asked him.

"Scotch on the rocks." Fury answered and watched him work. Quickly the drink was sat in front of him, and a bill was slipped onto bar top.

"Anything else for you?" He asked, and Fury smirked.

"Yeah, I do." That got a brow raised. "Your help. Desmond." His hand stilled on the bar top, brown eyes widened a bit. "Yes, I know who you are, and what you are."

"You have me confused with someone else. I'm just a bartender." Desmond finally looked at him, face neutral, but from years of reading people, Fury knew the boy was rocked to the core, and debating on running.

Shaking his head, the director shook his head, and took a sip from his glass. "I know who you are, and I'm not here to make trouble with you. Actually, I'm here to get your help."

That got a snort, but Desmond kept his composer well, acting like they were having a friendly conversation. "Don't know what use I'd be. Like I said, I'm just a bartender, but hell, I'll bite. What could you possibly need from me?"

Laying both arms on the bar, Fury met his eyes. "I assume you've heard of SHIELD?" The kid nodded. "Good, because that's who you would be helping. When you get off tonight, one of my guys will bring you in and everything will be explained. To many eyes and ears out here in the open if you know what I mean."

A small nod. "Look, I'll hear you out, but if it's something I don't like, or not willing to do, I want your word I can still walk away. No promises until I know exactly what you want."

He would agree to that. "Fine, but you are going to be watched. If you try to run, I will have you brought in without your permission. Do you understand that?"

Hello to all! This is an attempt at an Assassin's Creed/Devil May Cry/Avengers crossover. This chapter is just to get the ball rolling. It's a request from Darkmystery1, and I am so sorry it's taken me so long to get this up for you. Merry Christmas to all!