Hello again, and I'm glad you're reading this series and for any new-comers I'm glad you're reading and I hope you enjoy my newest series – Haemoglobin!
Name: Haemoglobin.
Pairings: Gradual Steve/Tony, and multiple other pairings.
Summary: Commander Steven Rogers, and his associates, are to bring forth evidence against Anthony E. Stark and bring him in for his crime for illegal underground trading, murder, attempted murder, vandalism and several other crimes. The commander believes this deed is for the best, but time can only tell how much blood will be spilt.
Blood contains a protein known as Haemoglobin, which contains iron found in red blood cells. This ingredient turns our blood red when it spills onto the surface and into the streets.
"No fingerprints have been left behind but the victim sustains heavy injuries to the cranium with a metal pipe and two bullet wounds in the left lung, puncturing it."
Standing off to the side, a dark-skinned male about 6'2" watched the balding brunette slowly pull out the bullets with specialized medical equipment and place them in plastic bags, sealing them off and passing them to the superior.
"Well done, Coulson."
"Not a problem, Nicholas, old friend." The man grinned, removing his rubber gloves and disposing of them. "After all, it's my job."
The other chuckled at Coulson's joyous mood despite this been the seventh murder this month. He always tried to be optimistic and Nick hoped that wouldn't change – they could do with a bit of joy here at the station.
"Well, Phil – anything else you can tell me about our victim before I leave?"
Phil stopped and thought for a second before snapping his fingers and going over to the paling corpse. He lifted up the limp right arm and showed Nick a sloppily carved T.S. into the victim's wrist.
"...Thank you, Phil. Very much."
With that, Phil was left with the happy dead as Nick went to go inform the Board about the newest body taken from their families and everyday life by America's most wanted criminal...
"Anthony Edward Stark."
Spread out on Nick's desk was files of victims murdered by the criminal, and several closed case files over the years.
"Isn't he that genius weapons inventor?" A dirt blonde male said, his ocean blue eyes dull with boredom as he folded up documents – important or not, the man was bored! – And throwing them as paper planes at Nick, who glared (the best he could with only one eye) with such fierceness.
"Clint, if you don't stop that I'm going to break your arms before Fury has a chance to withdraw his gun." An irritated tone came from the far left end of the row of chairs, where a woman with locks of red hair fell down in ringlets so elegantly to her waist wearing tight, dark clothing that hugged her hourglass figure. The dirt-blonde grumbled in response, but put a stop to his antics.
Between the two, was a tall blonde with sky blue eyes dressed in a dark brown blazer, and white shirt with a green tie and dark brown trousers. He listened intently on the information about this Anthony Edward Stark, and he took in every drop of conversation about him to prepare for the mission that was to come about.
"Rogers, I want you and Natasha to go and bring down Stark. You'll need evidence first of course, which is where Clint and Natasha come in. Mainly Natasha."
Clint's face dropped – "Hey, what do I do then if Natasha gets to do most of the cool spy shit?"
Natasha and Nick seemed so close to strangling the man.
"You, Clint, will also be going undercover but at one of Stark's many bars while Natasha will work as one of his personal assistants at one of his companies – the weaponry business."
"And me, sir?" Steve asked, his voice focused and calm.
"Rogers, you'll be doing whatever you can – but if possible, try questioning these people."
Steve looked over the list Nick handed him; all loans and business deals with Stark. He nodded and stood upright.
"We'll get right on it, Fury."
This is prologue number one, yes, it's short and not all that good but I just wanted to give you a little input to what this is about.