Important Notice:
If you have not read my first story, My Initiative, then you should probably go read it because you will be lost!
To those of you that have read the other story, welcome back and I hope you are prepared for this bumpy ride! I hope my little cliffhanger of an ending didn't bother you too much, but alas here is the next addition.
And please, realize that I am not a comic book nerd to a T, but I have looked up and Wiki'ed a lot of the information that will take place in this universe. Plus I am adding in some information from the Avengers movie and other Marvel movies as well. If I am wrong about anything in the Marvel universe the brilliant Stan Lee and Jack Kirby have created please tell me!
Also, I will disclaim that I own nothing familiar from the Marvel universe! I only take credit in Isabella Marcone and her family. So onto the story!
-yesiamweird
Commander Fury walked through the halls of the Hellicarrier as he always did every afternoon. Being the head of a secret government organization had its toll, but nonetheless, it was a job he enjoyed and had grown accustomed to over the many years.
Walking over to his platform overlooking the command center, Fury tapped away at the four screens trying to get a visual at the various missions his Agents were working towards. So far everything seemed to be in ship-shape. "Odd…" Nick thought to himself removing the checklist away from the screen, "Nothing usually goes this smooth for so long."
"Commander?" A woman's voice called down on his left from the computer monitors below. "You have an incoming call, Sir? From, uh, South America." Agent Maria Hill looked confused as she held her hand over her right ear with the earpiece stationed in it.
"Play it on-screen." Fury nodded confidently. His confidence subsided as he watched Agent Hill tensely tapped on the computer revealing a shadowed man on the screen in front of him.
From what could be seen, the caller's face was shadowed so only the outline of his body could be seen. "Hello again, Director Nicolas Fury. It iz zo guud to zee vou once again."
Nick frowned, "I'm sorry…" He responded effortlessly. "Have we met?"
The man laughed. He was obviously German from the thick accent in his voice. "Heh, ve hav not met face to face, but vou could zay zat we have battled one another once before."
"Well I hate to disappoint but I really have no recollection so if you would be so kind to-"
"I must zay, Commander," The man cut him off, "Zhe lookz just like 'im…It will be interesting to zee how zey interact vith one another after being zeparated for many vears."
In that instant, Fury shut his mouth knowing who this man was and what his motives were. Trying his best not to let his emotions show through his facial features, Fury crossed his arms sneering with his one good eye to the man on the screen. "Baron Zemo…Where is Isabella Marcone?"
"Heh, did vou really zink zending her on zat little goose chase vould be enough to stop me? Oh, and zank vou zo very much for zending her on that little quest. Ve hav already collected two of ze stones, zo now zere is only one left to find."
The man shifted revealing his purple masked face in the dim light. A wine glass held in his right hand with a sword twirling in the other. "I believe once Mizz Marzone discovers ze truth of her father she vill not be very happy. Not one bit, Commander…" He chuckled twirling the glass.
"Isabella Marcone is aware of the situation on her father. She is fully capable-"
"Oh is she, Nicolas? You are shure she is fully avare? Because I think not…It von't matter either vay. Vhen ve reveal ze truth to ze girl, she vill either comply to our demand or perish along vith Peterson."
Fury only stood in silence taking in the severity of the situation. He had a duty to protect this woman. He had sworn to his best friend that he would and he was failing.
Zemo laughed once again and then pointed his sword at the screen. "Zee vou zoon, Commander Nicolas Fury…"
At the exact time of Fury's call
"This heat is going to be the death of me…" Agent Marcone held her hand above her forehead attempting to block out the sun from her vision ahead. For the moment she was all by herself enjoying the warm slight breezes of sand lapping at her face in the desert.
For the past ten months she had been working nonstop to find these relics, items of sustainable and unlimited energy and power. Why Fury was so interested in these gems she really didn't care. Her only goal was to find all six. In doing so meant she could hang her SHIELD belt on the wall and return back to the states.
Being out on her adventure was really quite amazing, she had to admit, but she was tired and wanted a long bubble bath and a cheeseburger. "Only three more…" She sighed to herself running her thumb over the newest addition of her collection in her pants pocket. "Just three more."
She turned her head back to see the convoy pacing themselves slowly behind. Depending on what country Bella had clues to finding the gems, she would acquire a squad to aid in the process. So far, she had hidden the truth of her mission and treasure from every single team just in case the men turned out to be treasure hunters.
"This way!" Bella yelled the phrase in Arabic taught to her by her interpreter, Amal. The men groaned, some shaking their heads at her smile. No doubt they had traveled ruins in the past, but neither she nor they were enjoying each other's company. The only one that spoke English was Amal, and honestly he creped her out.
"Why aren't they following me?" she questioned in English to Amal now walking to her side since the men behind refused to follow behind. Amal sighed nervously running a hairy hand through his thick curly hair. "Dey say…"
He paused looking back to the men as Bella raised an eyebrow simply staring at the man awaiting his response.
"Dey say, I'm sorry…but it's time for you to go." Amal turned to face her pulling a gun from out of his pocket to her head. For that brief second Bella stared into the mouth of the gun stunned that her team had turned and then became angry that they had.
As his finger clutched the trigger, Bella ducked underneath the man while flipping the gun from out of his hands as the bullet fired into the sound of the blast stunned the Agent for the moment, but she quickly regained her composer using her full force and punching him square in the face.
With her infamous twirl the gun was now held dangerously in her hands. Reacting quickly, Bella aimed shot at the five men who were supposed to be her allies in various places to disarm them. Making sure not kill them on account of having to deal with Fury's wrath.
"What the hell was that about?" She held the small gun in both of her hands observing around the desert terrain for any other men possibly hiding from her view. When the coast seemed clear, Bella walked towards the knocked-out Amal searching through his pockets for any helpful information.
"Nothing." She pushed his unconscious body back frustrated beyond belief to the attack. "But why?" She whispered looking down at her so-called 'friend'.
"Why now? I haven't found all of the gems yet…" She was used to dealing with grave robbers and treasure hunters in the past, but she made sure to trick the men into thinking she only had theories and clues to offer… something wasn't right.
Rising from her kneeling position, Bella huffed throwing down the gun to the other side of the unconscious Amal. "Just when you think-" She began to say when she felt a pinch on the side of her neck.
Looking to the source of the pain, Bella's eyes widened as she noticed a syringe tranquilizer stuck in her vein. "That can't be good." She muttered falling to her knees trying her best to keep her chest up as her fingers clenched into the dirt below.
"Bruce…" She visualized his face, his smile, the glasses his chocolate eyes hid behind as her face fell into the dirt. "…miss you..." She mumbled trying her best to open her tired eye lids.
As she did, her vision focused on a pair of dusty black combat boots walked up in front of her face. "Such a pretty face…" a male's voice laughed above her head. Her eyes closed at the touch of a strong grip on her arms as it lifted her up into the thick Moroccan air.
The man now holding her in his arms was obviously British by the source of his accent and strong since he hadn't heaved or shown any sort of struggle holding her up as he spoke, "Men, get up will ya? You're embarrassing yourselves!"
Bella moaned for a moment attempting to open her eyes once again to catch a glimpse of her attacker: blonde hair, a scruffy and blonde beard, and a crooked nose were just the few details she could recover from her clouded mind. She had felt this numb feeling once before- only this feeling was like the night she and Tony decided to have a drink, multiplied by ten.
"Oi! Blonsky!" Amal's voice yelled from below. "Gettin' our asses kicked was not a part of de plan!" Bella had to smile at that phrase. She did in fact, kick their asses pretty well.
The man holding her that she assumed was named Blonsky began to say something but she couldn't hear what. The only indication she had of him talking was his vibrating from his vocal cords fluttering in his chest.
Her vision allowed her to see his light blue eyes looking down at her and for a moment she froze, seeing a similarity between Loki and this man. He obviously thought she was amusing because in the next instant he laughed. "Sleep tight, love." Blonsky's voice echoed through Bella's dark and clouded mind giving into the sedative that filled her veins.
Ahhhh! So yes, Baron Zemo and Emil Blonsky. If you don't know who Zemo is, he is in Avengers Earth's Mightiest Heros TV show on Disney XD and he has been in the comics. If you don't know who Blonsky is... you REALLY need to watch the 2008 Incredible Hulk.
If you DO know who these people are, (Or even what the six gems Bella is looking for!) you know it's about to go down!
Reviews gladly anticipated!