Hello my lovelies! Here is my first Avengers fiction. More likely to come~ Since the description limit is a bitch, here is a longer, more descriptive summary. Enjoy the story!
After 12 years of solitude in the Congo, animal-transforming shapeshifter Xyta Albrooke protects her beautiful home with vigorous power. Harboring a burning hatred towards humankind, the Amazon finds a twist in her destiny as she is petitioned to join the Avengers team, finding things she'd never thought she'd find. Everything changes when she meets fearless leader Captain Steve Rogers, and her home is threatened by a force bigger than them. Can Xyta learn to fall in love and channel her powers to protect the things she values the most? Or will the demons of her past be the demise of everything they know…?
The forests of KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa.
Hundreds of feet below an armored helicopter, lies a green world. A word so lush, that the animal can smell the drop of water running off a sap filled leaf, all the way from up here. The flavor of hot mist lingers on his tongue, and the easy rustle of trickling water fills his ears. The forest is alive, and so is he. The ball in his throat moves, and a small vein, in his grizzly arm, pops. He sucks in the air again as his nostrils twitch.
"You pick up anything?"
Fury sits across from this animal, hands folded. Unlike Fury and the agent piloting the helicopter, this beast is not one with words. Beaded eyes, sharp teeth and a blunted nose; features that rest on top of a stocky build with stubby arms and legs. This animal...or Logan, is sharing space, on the chopper, with Fury, who briefs him on his task.
"Logan, remember: what you need to do is find her and bring her to me. I'll handle the rest"
"You sure you ain't jus' scared a' steppin' back out in deh ol' marshlands wit' me?" Logan pulls back his mask to take a puff of his fat cigar. The dampness of the air had already made him sweat and drip inside of his bright yellow spandex. He can even smell his own musk seeping out the small breathing pores of his suit. Salt, musk and tobacco; Logan's scent is raw, and he's got nothing to blame but his own anticipation, a feeling that makes him swell and stretch out his suit. If he has to wait any longer, he might have to do his mission, naked, dressed only in body hair and hard muscle.
"Yer killin' me. Hurry it up an' gimme the word so I can relieve myself!" Logan's voice is low, gruff, like a razor-sharp edge running through thick, wet skin.
"This is just like you, Logan. Don't lose focus. From what I gathered, this woman is dangerous-good enough for the team. I don't want you hurting her, and...I don't want her hurting you" Fury looks at him with a straight face.
"I love yer pep talk. I really do. Drop me down already!"
With that, the chopper starts to dip into the green trees. Nick had sure picked a spot to float while he briefed him the mission. From this vantage point, the jungle sits on a massive ocean, while dressed in thick mist and a rainbow that stretches out like a parabola over its head. This place is truly a lost world, forgotten by humans. That can be the only reason why such a place can look so beautiful. Logan waits until the chopper is just a cannonball's height for him to leap from, and when he lands, his foot sinks into the soft, rich brown dirt as his senses gets plunged into the wet, fresh smell of vegetation. The landing's impact also forces a small tear in his suit's thigh area, just slivers away from his bulge. From the tear, his musk thinly travels out and into the air.
"Wahoo!" "Hoo-hoo!" The sound of baboons coming from everywhere and nowhere. Most of the jungle is roofed off from the sky by trees, leaving only small opendings, where beams of sunlight shines down. This woman. All he has is a scent on her, but once he finds her, he's going beat her down and drag her body gack to Fury! When it come's to The Hunt, he's the best there is at what he does! Logan sniffs once, twice, before leaping up a tree and bounding off into the shadows!
Once the faint sounds of the helicopter had been heard several miles away, the Queen of the Jungle had been on the case. She has poised in the grandest tree in the forest, watching at vigil for the flying vehicle. When it had come soaring in, she had hidden, blending into her environment as the helicopter had circled around the island a few times.
Damn it, the woman had thought. She was sure this island had been forgotten as she could continue to live in peace with her friends, the creatures of the jungle, and stay in her place as the Guardian. But obviously, mankind had returned, looking for something.
She watched a figure in a bright yellow suit drop from the helicopter, and a whiff of his scent carried on the wind and into her nose. Man-beast. This man had been sent to sniff her out! This man was a mutant, much like her, only instead of being born with her powers, they had been given to her when she was only 11, after she had been abandoned here, in this jungle.
This man was sent to sniff out a human woman, but a human woman he would not get! He was sent into the heart of the woods, and so she'd follow him, see what he could find. Shifting into a simple sparrow, she flew after him! She found the man beginning in the center of the jungle, his scent very masculine and very musky. Much like most of the male mammals when they were ready to breed. The thought made the woman wrinkle her beak in disgust.
She kept her distance from him, so her scent wouldn't catch on, even here while she was in animal form. Once he was far enough away, she shifted from a sparrow to a sleek black panther with glowing blue eyes. That was one thing that the woman kept when she shifted. Her eye color. Her eyes were an unmistakable ice-blue, bright and piercing. With every form she took, her blue eyes stayed with her.
His scent kept getting stronger, and she wondered what was making him so bothered… She stalked him for several minutes, hiding in the trees and brush, unbeknownst to him as the Warrioress stalked her prey. Let him not find what he seeks and leave. But if needs be, she would kill him… this woman lived by one rule: kill what can kill you. It was the commandment of the jungle if you even wanted to dream of surviving here. This man with the musky scent and hairy body would discover that soon enough….
"~What do think of this one, Colonel?~" The pilot's face mask turns around and looks at Fury, whos reflection plays on the pilot's dark visors.
"What do I think? I'm starting to think I should've sent someone else down there to get her. Then again, who's better at Logan when it comes to his...senses"
It sounds like a rhetorical question, but in truth, Fury is just convincing himself. He looks out below, where Logan had leaped off, shakes his head and takes another drag of his cigar.
"You know I've been trying to quit, right?" Fury laughs. His lips are thick and blackened from years of killing himself. The pilot breathes heavily through his mask: "~You've been listening to Steve too much. The guy needs to relax. That's why he's always such a perfectionist. Wrecks my nerves. Hate that guy~"
The pilot's voice is husky and laced with heavy breathing noises through his mask. Underneath the huff and puffs, his tone is almost ghoulish. His face is also hidden. Actually, too well hidden. Nobody has ever been sure if there's a real human being behind all of that. All that is known about the pilot is that he's been around long enough to share WWII stories with Fury. That also means he has the most extensive collection of Playboy magazines in the world. Needless to say, he's been around for a long, long time.
"~What if the brute ends up doing the mating dance with our jungle amazon?~"
The pilot asks. Fury just looks at him. "You should know once Logan hunts for what he wants, he's almost like a possessed...crazed.."
"Freak?~" The pilot interjects with his snide remark.
"You just running your mouth 'cause Logan ain't here. Doesn't matter. I have faith in him."
And faith Fury will have.
Meawhile...
The bushes rustle, a faint wind blows the grass; all these little things are signs that Logan had been there just a second ago. A draft cuts through the trees, leaving the only proof of him being there, a single leaf twirling and falling into a pond. The long faced baboons know of what they don't see. They know he's here, but where? Suddenly, the fleshy the mass of salt and hair, wrapped in bright yellow, flops into a bed of grass and dirt, out in the open. This is where The Hunt stops, because...
...from over his shoulder, Logan looks behind him, sniffs once more and spins around! His beaded, moonlight white eyes match the iceberg cold hues of a panther, but this panther doesn't smell like a one! It's the same scent he had picked up once he fell from the chopper. This lady isn't fooling anyone, though, from the looks of her, she wants to play silly animal games. Logan's here to take back a woman. That's his job-nothing less. Otherwise, he would've brought a box filled with holes if he wanted to catch a kitten! He had to admit that a good part of him cooled down and died just from seeing her like this. The Hunt so far has been like fishing for Mermaid and ending up with a Salmon.
"It don' matta what yeh look like as long as yeh still got that smell! Quit playin' 'round fo' I lose my gusto from lookin' ach-yeh!"
The panther snarled at him, baring long, sharp fangs before hopping from the trees into the thick brush. She had to give this man credit, he could sniff out really well, but that didn't mean he couldn't fight. The brush began to rustle closer and closer towards him, until the brush made an opening into the clearing!
Only, instead of a sleek black cat, out came one of the most beautiful human women on the earth, a tall, hourglass shaped female with toned arms, legs, and backside. She wore a torn white safari shirt that ended just below her breasts and draped off one shoulder, and butt-hugging black spandex shorts you'd see on a volleyball court, not in a jungle. Her long, shiny and luscious brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, reaching just below her rump. A leopard skin strip was tied around her forehead, and she wore no shoes.
Her lips were a lustful red color, glossy with health. Her skin was fair and lightly tanned, a bit unlike most Amazonian women, but she was just as buxom and muscular in form. Her eyes glared at the beast-man… those same icy globes that pierced any soul who looked into them, and right now, they were bearing into his white ones. She walked out in front of him, stancing in such a way to prepare herself should he try to attack.
Her lips curled back into a snarl, her canines abnormally longer than average and her teeth whiter than the clouds. She examined the man all over, smelling his aroused musk and raising a brow at the tear in his thigh, before meeting his white eyes again, delving into her fellow beast's mind, her well-developed instincts sensing that he was here to cause harm, and so she would defend herself and her home.
"None pass through these trees and live to tell the tale, fellow beast. Tell me, why do you trespass?" she growled, her human nails growing into looking like a little more like a cat's claws, while still keeping that feminine beauty to them.
There she is.
The one who makes his pits drench in warm, wet salt. Every part of him boils hot, from the molten blood running through his grizzly, burly arms, the burn in his eyes, and the puff of warm air and tobacco from his lungs. Something hard and erect slowly slithers from his hands, among other places. Her breasts, stomach, legs-all of her most plumpest parts are begging to get shredded through. In his mind, her body shouts out to him, yearning to get tamed and ruled over. Words? Don't need'em. All they do is lie. Nothing is more true than what his body is saying.
"Why I'm trespassin'? How's this fo' a' reason?"
Snikt!
Just like his perked ears, his twitching nose and the trunk shape between his legs, his claws stand at the ready. His body becomes one with the Earth, itself, sucking in everything: her soft skin, raw, flowery smells, and the daring tone in her voice. She isn't afraid. He likes that. No fun in hunting an animal who won't fight back! But even the biggest creatures cower up as soon as they get cornered. He could smell it in the air: someone's gonna start screaming in pain. And it isn't him!
Can she hear it?
The crying baboons, the hissing insects and slithering bodies wrapped around the tree branches above. It's almost as if nature itself knows what is going to happen! This is the music of heated rapture.
"I ain't the yappin' type! Let's dance!"
The blue, clear glow from the pond, the rich jade and the golden sun dances on his glossy talons. Logan scrapes them together like he's sharpening knives and suddenly makes a tiger leap for the woman! His hands are stretched out, looking to take her to the ground!
All that he would get before he could even consider touching her as he jump was an evil smirk as her nails became claws just like his, only instead of adamantine injections, they were pure tiger claws that were long and incredibly sharp. Time slowed as he left his torso completely open.
The woman opened her mouth and with her fangs sparkling in the sun, she roared! Roared like a lion of God as the forced wind escaping her throat blew him back into a tree. She wasted no time in dashing for him, her claws open and teeth bared. She hardened her skin to that of a turtle's shell, as she leapt in to snatch the offender's throat, lift him into the air, and slam him back against the tree with her hand and claws still wrapped around his neck.
"Who the hell are you?!" she screamed into his face, her sharp teeth only centimeters from him as she pressed her body against his, where there was no escape for him. She could feel something hard beneath his spandex rise her abdomen, and she knew by his smell that he was aroused.
Well, perhaps she would use that against him before she tore him to pieces! It's been far too long since she's had a good battle, all of the forest's fiercest predators afraid to come near her. Once you pissed off this jungle woman, your death was certain.
When he didn't answer right away, she sunk her teeth into his shoulder, drawing blood from it as she tore out a huge chunk of the material and skin! But what she didn't expect was when the skin of the man began to heal itself right away!
"Mutant," she growled, spitting out the skin and muscle she had torn from him, before slamming his head back into the tree. "One more chance, beast-man! Who are you and why are you here?!"
Kloom! Logan's spine hits an old, thick tree, shaking out falling leaves and debris from its branches! Gusts of oxygen leave his chest, along with some of his pent up excitement. He wanted a piece of her, but instead gets gusted off like a bird trapped in a storm! Talk about a mood killer. No body contact...
It's then her clawed grip nails him to the tree by his neck! "Gugh!" Veins spread out and pop from underneath her choking hand. The trees, her skin and the deep valley in her neckline blur in his eyes. When she opens her maw and showers him with her question, it made him feel like being interrogated by a large beast! Still, asking questions, is she? This is getting old-fast. Just when his bulge starts to fade, her teeth sinks into his shoulder! When she draws her head back, a loud tearing noise fills his head, and a blood churning shout shakes the trees!
Logan watches a piece of his own flesh fall to the grass. That's his skin...his muscle...a part of him! His blood runs down her glossed lips and trails down her skin, falling into her cleavage. Logan stays pinned to the tree, replaying everything in his head: that same pair of soft lips had opened wide, took as much of his big, round muscle that her mouth could, closed, then pulled out a chunk of him! Thin lines of blood, her brown, waving hair, then the soft patter of his meat falling to the grass; this all played in his head in slow motion.
Just as quick as she torn a piece of him, his shoulder had already started to heal. Right there, from the sound of disdain on her tongue, she already knows what he is. Pearly white canines show in his smile.
"Yeh were expectin' somethin' else?"
Logan chucks a simple question at her to take her mind off what he's about to do next. Swiftly, Logan lifts up his legs and wraps them around her neck! His smooth, hard, popping curves of muscle scissor her and holds her still, just so he can look at the change in her expression from such a sudden move! The tear in his yellow pants stretch just a little wider, letting more of his bitter salt waff against her face. Let's just hope she'll like the smell!
Meanwhile, both of his bigger, bulkier hands will grab her slender choking arm, and he'll twist his body to the side, bringing them both down to the dirt! Once this happens, Logan will still be scissoring her head, not letting her go!
"Pass out o' smell the roses, kitten!"
Logan snarls, knowing that the only thing thicker than the muscles in his squeezing thighs are the musky, pungent cigarette ash and sweat that seeps from his open tear! Just from being in this position brings some life back in his loins!
When he managed to scissor her head with his legs, she struggled to break free, but he held her in a vice grip! She was thrown to the side as the man tackled her to the ground, his legs still holding her, his musky smell almost overwhelming her powerful nose. She could see the bulge growing back right there in front of her!
"Smell of roses, my ass!" she screamed as she turned her head to her right, biting his leg hard enough to loosen his grip prying herself free. Keeping a hold on his leg, she flipped over his head, pulling the limb along with her, painfully stretching out the man's leg before releasing it and letting him struggle in pain for a few moments.
"Fine, don't want to answer me?! Guess I'll just have to kill you then before I send you back to your friends!" she growled, standing him back up and giving him a rock-hard punch to the nose! She sparred with him, clawing her claws against his own, kicking him whenever he left an opening, and flipping around to avoid his attacks, although she missed a few times and had to take a slash or a punch or a kick.
Who was this guy and why was he looking for her?! Was it too much to ask to just leave her be in this forgotten jungle?! What use could she possibly be of to the world?! A million thoughts raced through her head as she found herself in a chokehold, using her strong but curvaceous bottom to buck back against the man's erection! She continued to spar with him as soon as she was freed, determined to end his pathetic life… not to mention that strange smell that had her dripping with excitement!
Look at her. Just look at her watching him as she laid there, trapped. Bitter musk lingers out from his suit's breathing holes as his leg muscles twitch into hard steel against her neck! Could she breathe? Could she smell him right now? If she could, then he obviously isn't squeezing hard enough! Once a small hump behind his blue speedos, his bulge slithers to life and curves out, nearly grazing her nose! He would've kept her scissored for as long as he could, just to watch her eyes tear, then flutter shut as she'd fall asleep inside his thighs. It would've been his favorite way to put down an amazonian angel like her! At least she wouldn't have to end up in pieces!
"Smell of roses my ass!"
She spits back! Strange how she reminds him of himself: blunt, crude and straight to the point. Being raised with the predators must've done that to her. He understands the heat that comes from her words, even if they were directed at him!
"Aargh!"
A low sound explodes from his chest! Her red stained teeth takes another bite inside of him! This time, her mouth takes a shred of his pants with her, along with his damp scent on it! What she leaves him is a simple gift of her own: lipstick and a bite mark on his sweat-damped thigh! Just when he manages to get on his hands and knees, then comes the first true blow! Krump! Her bony fist cuts through air and shoves into his face! His nose gets crammed, his lips curl inside, and the impact twists his head to one side!
"Uogh!"
Something hot runs down his face and drips on his lips. Logan swallows down the metallic taste, but then that same blood spurts back up from his mouth when her leg springs into his waist in a deep, impactful whoomp! The grass gets painted in his red, coppery flavor. His vision blurs out once more, but then focuses. This lady hits hard, and what better way to return the favor than showing her his appreciation?
Ssshhink! His claws slice through the heavy, misty air and draw lines of red lava on her stomach! The sound of fleshy pillows being ripped: music to his ears! He wonders what she's thinking now? Why is he here? Can't she just go home and be left alone? Logan knows how she feels. He's been there several times too many. Freedom is such a sweet word, but even freedom feels like hell when you're constantly fighting for your life!
Logan swipes at her again, but instead of hearing skin being torn, his talons whistle in the air! Swiiish! Another failed cut manages to tear her shorts! That's when her scent he had smelled earlier attacks him at full force! Heat injects into his body, sharpening his ears, teeth, and even the swell that's almost being exposed past the tear in his thigh!
A whine mixed with a growl escapes her lips as his sharp claws cut into her stomach. The damage wasn't enough to waver her but it still hurt! She continued to lash back at him, their deadly dance tuned to the beat of the wild.
His scent was stronger than ever, and the warrioress found herself also strangely aroused by it. Were his pheromones so strong that they were plaguing the air? It soon became difficult to think, her instincts wanting to take completely over and put this man in his place in her jungle, that she dominated all...
But in her haze of thoughts, she found a missed slash tear her shorts! They tangled in rips and soon, she completely tore off her bottoms, now only wearing a pair of makeshift leopard print underwear.
By now, his slashes onto her stomach had healed, she utilizing a reptile's ability to quickly regenerate cells and build her skin back up. He wasn't the only one who had freaky skills!
Her arousal had surely seeped into the air by now, and he could smell it! But she tried to gain control over her impulses and keep fighting. But when a particularly long look at the bulge threatening to burst from it's confinements, she lost any control she had left.
In a flurry of attacks. She forced Logan to the ground, straddling him and pinning down his arms in brute force so there was not a quick escape for him. She smashed her breasts down onto his muscular chest, the fleshy mounds pillowing out against it. She deliberately began to grind her near naked groin against his own, intending to punish him for trespassing.
"You'll know your place in this world before you die!" She growled, diving in for his throat, sinking her fangs into his jugular, blood pouring into her mouth and running down his chest and shoulder, spilling into her cleavage.
Flomp! Blades of grass hurl into the air as he lands on his back with her on top. His chest rumbles when he breathes in. From this close, he can swallow her smell, drink her aroma, eat her scent-all while his sharp talons mark red lines on her flesh! Saliva runs down to the tip of his canines and drips from his mouth!
His next words come out in a deep, wet growl.
"Too early fo' me to go, yet, kitten!"
...says the fire inside of his voice. His breaths are slow, hard and hot. He's fighting it, shoving something back inside of him. That feral side of him roars, showing its teeth! Every animal gets into a phase of Heat. For Logan, his own Heat arises with the smell of blood. His blood, her blood, it doesn't matter! All he needs is the sweet taste of hot metal in his mouth to drive him past the edge!
Her breasts melt against his hard, expansive chest. In response, the tiny, thousands of pores in his spandex sweat, wetting her breast flesh, drop by drop. Down here, he can smell the dirt, the grass, her hair and her raw, seething hate for him! She's passionate-on fire! She's open and honest as any threatened animal can be. Logan loves it!
Just as she leans in to bite his neck, Logan's bigger arms tear free! He sucks in what could be his last breath, then...
Sshurglh! It was a wet, twisted sound. The sound of her teeth digging into the thick tubes in his meaty neck! She's choking him with her own mouth, drinking and swallowing his life sap! An unheard roar grumbles within his core. A sudden twinge of pain shows on his face when his teeth clenches. Something inside of him...rises...climbs...and shoots out!
Shhinkt!
Then comes the second penetration: his claws sinking into her ass cheeks like darting needles through a pin cushion! At the same, another hard part of him is envy of his talons, wishing it can probe her in its own way right now! His own heart is giving him the hardest fisting he hadn't felt in a long time! Baddum-baddum-baddum-baddum! Is is because this woman's claws are putting his body through shock? Thanks to their healing factor, both of them are being edged to death without ever crossing! They'll spend their next moments together with his bulge riding her groin while his body is rides that edge between life and death!
Rrriip! The quiet sound of his member tearing at his seams grow louder! Suddenly, his size is halfway free, seeking out a piece of the amazonian! As for his hands, after his claws retract, his hands roughly tear down what's left her of underwear!
At the penetrations on her ass, she screamed in agonizing rage, his claws sending blood down her sides into the grass. She called out into the forest, her voice sending trees falling and leaves blowing into the sky.
She suddenly felt dizzy at her extreme loss of blood. She held herself up against him as much as she could while her body healed itself, but then suddenly felt a piece of his groin spring up against her damp underwear! This man was losing himself as well, and she almost succumbed to him when he yanked her underwear down…
Somehow, miraculously, a wave of self control washed over her and she suddenly yanked herself off of him, pulling away in a flurry of actions while pulling her underwear back up, closing her eyes and turning away from the man who lay in a pool of their blood so she could not see what had touched her only moments ago.
She hugged herself against a tree a few feet away, facing away from him as blood continued to dribble down her legs. She refused to look at the man who she had nearly killed, and he who had almost taken a sacred part of her. She defended her virginity with vigil, regardless of what had just happened, she treating him as such so they would have fallen over the edge together. She didn't even know this man!
"Please… just stop. We're both going to die if we keep fighting," she said in between quick, uneven breaths, still refusing to look back at him, not wanting to see what really lay beneath that spandex.
"Tell me what you came for, and I will try to oblige."
Her ass.
That's all he sees when he lifts his head off the grass. She leaned against a tree, not wanting to look back. How can he blame her?
"Nnnuuh..."
After their smoldering embrace and nearly reaching a boiling point, Logan had been left in cold abandon, bleeding, panting, sweating. All he's left with is the faint smell of her hair and the sight of her rear, standing at a cruel distance away from him. His head drops back to the grass. The song from the jungle's creatures die. Their dance is over. Logan's claws snikt back into his hands, but one part of him is still hard and erect, reliving their battle. His member throbs, still in a fight that had already ended, and when in the midst of cold, empty contact, it drools...then dies-just like Logan's heat.
He needs to piece himself back together. Whatever that he needs to say just isn't there to utter. Time...he needs time.
"Die? I think one o' us already did..."
His sawblade sharp voice is heated with a pain of loss, frustration, and somewhere in deep, there's regret. Logan gets up and leans against a tree as well. Fifteen seconds. Fifteen seconds is all he needed before his wounds close. The 'damange' in his crotch, however, is permanent. No time for that, though.
"Yer comin' wit' me" He manages to pronounce in between pants. He doesn't get to finish, though. Not that he needs to. Fury had already showed up from the bushes, smoking his cigar.
"Logan, take five. Good work" The colonel nods at Logan and walks towards the woman, still keeping his distance. Anyone who can hold a candle to Wolverine is someone he should tread carefully around. The both of them look banged up. It's a good thing he came after the fire and not during. All he had to do was wait and listen out for their cries and grunts to stop.
She had almost lashed out again and was ready to finish him off when another man appeared from the bushes. "Logan, take five. Good work!" he said. So, Logan had been his name…
The man, a huge burly dark-skinned man with an eyepatch over his left eye wearing a black trenchcoat and holding a cigar, walked over to her and introduced himself as Colonel Nick Fury, director of… whatever it was. The Warrioress kept her distance and kept her fierce demeanor up, regardless of how tired and worn out she really was.
"Name's Colonel Fury, director and agent of the Supreme Headquarters, International Espionage, Law-enforcement Division. You haven't heard of us. But we heard of you"
This is the part where the woman looks at him all funny, asking questions-questions he already has answers to.
"We're looking to put to expand our team of brave men and women. We've seen what you can do. You've defended this jungle for years, from trespassers, crooks, weapon smugglers, all of them. We can use someone with an eye and heart like yours. You love this island. I know you do. We all know you do. But this jungle is in danger. It's about to be attacked. All of its animals, plants...everything, is in great risk..."
Fury stops himself so he can give the woman time to soak this all in.
But she could tell by this man's scent that he didn't mean harm, and so did her best to hear him out. He spoke of looking for brave men and women to fight on a team called the Avengers. She had heard whisperings of them, on the twitters of the birds and the conversation of the few humans who ventured here to her island in search of treasure, land, anything.
Then he spoke of a threat coming to the jungle, and how they needed someone like her on the team. He stood there silently for a moment and smoked his cigar, and soon the young woman found herself thinking over many many things, hesitant to join any "team" and leave her forest behind, and having a tiny sliver of desire to return to civilized life and see how things had changed.
"What makes you certain I can trust you or your team? How can you guarantee the safety of my jungle if I must leave it behind?" she asked stoutly, wanting to know she could leave behind her friends and forestry and know it would stay untouched, and she could return to civilized life and perhaps start a new life as a heroine of mankind, which she still held a huge grudge against for abandoning her all those years ago.
Fury knew she'd ask these questions next. They were good questions. Why should she trust him? Especially since he sent Logan to attack her? He knew he should've got someone else to find her. But if he did get anyone else, who's to say how long they'd survive? She'd hunt them down-that's for sure. Leaving her land is a big proposition. Her concern was expected. And he would bet that if he had sent his agents to look for her, asking her to leave her land behind, they'd end up dead. That's where Logan came in: not only that he can easily sniff her out, but he can at least survive long enough so maybe Fury, himself, can reason with her.
Was it a good plan? Well, it was worth a shot.
"Sorreh to cut in, but if she can handle o' bunch o' thugs who attacked the island, she'd be able to handle whatever threat's comin' all by herself!"
Wolverine leans against the tree, not looking at anything in particular. His voice hasn't even cooled down since the fight. It sounds like something is bugging him. He won't say anything more though. He'll just let Fury say whatever he has to:
She had snarled at Logan when he made his remark. Naturally, he wouldn't want her around. It was true what he said, though, about her being able to fight off groups of thugs no problem. But when Fury explained how it was an enemy group of hundreds, possibly thousands of people intending to tear apart her island and make it a military base, she reconsidered.
"The threat isn't any average threat. It's big. A group of people are trying to seize this island and use it as base against us. We figured we could use your knowledge and team up. You don't have to join us. We just need your hand"
Fury tries to placate his sudden request the best way he can. Foreign relations had never been a strong point with Fury. Communicating with her is going to be hard.
"Even if you don't know us, you need to know that you won't be able to save this land on your own. Come with us and you'll know everything"
As if Fury already knows what her answer will be next, the chopper descends behind him. Wuppa-wuppa-wuppa-wuppa! Its propeller's spin and blows wind through his black leather, picking up grass and dirt as well.
She folded her arms as he restated his question, asking her for her help on the knowledge of the island to help protect it from enemy possession. Of course, she wanted to keep her home safe and keep it unknown. Her only option was to go with these men to wherever they were headed, and help them protect their island.
She'd consider joining them later. But for now, this was about protecting what she loved, capable as she may be, she couldn't fight off an entire corporation alone. They'd have weapons beyond her control. Her only choice was to take Fury's offer.
Fitting in wasn't going to be easy. She hadn't lived in populated areas for over a decade. She worried about losing her temper and getting someone hurt, or embarrassing herself because she had grown so used to not behaving or acting by human standard. But she had to try... To save what she held most dear.
"If all you ve told me is true..." She said softly, averting her gaze from Fury as she thought some last things over, having to block her personal walls so she wouldn't get hurt, working alone so she wouldn't hurt or inconvenience anyone on the team, and trying to fit into society so she wasn't a fish out of water; even if that meant wearing more clothes and not shifting to travel places, but walking on two legs instead of four. Yes, she d at least try.
"...then I accept."