I already had these chapters completed and just now started uploading them here, that's why I'm updating every couple days. School is busy, along with other things so I'll update as often as I can. (Maybe once a week) I want to thank Comedyfreak94 for the review! Once again, I don't own Assassin's Creed or the Avengers.
Chapter 3:
Earlier that day...
After the woman that introduced herself as Natasha left the room, Arno waited for several minutes for her to come back and explain herself but the minutes turned into hours. He laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling when he noticed something, a cover to a hole in the ceiling.
Arno used his eagle vision to make sure nobody was watching him from the window. He used a buckle from his boot to pry the cover loose and he was met by a gust of air blowing in his face. He observed the duct and decided if they weren't going to give him any answers, he would find them on his own.
He barely fit in the duct as he followed the flow of the air and after a few minutes, he could hear voices. He kept crawling and the voices seemed to be coming from beneath him. He could barely make out the words. He heard his name and something about time and space. Then he heard a man's voice ask 'what should we do with Arno?' Arno didn't want to hear what they had planned for him as he crawled until he came to another cover.
He pushed until it fell. He found himself outside of a large building in the middle of an open field, surrounded by a forest. Without taking the time to really come up with a plan, he sprinted across the open field using the position of the sun to guide him east as it was setting behind him. He didn't have a long term plan but for now, he needed to get away.
Later...
Natasha quickly pulled out her phone and accessed something on it as Clint and Steve looked at her. "What are you doing?" "I figured he would try something like this so I put a small GPS in his pocket watch before I gave it back to him. Assassins are good at escaping from places so I took a precaution."
Clint looked at her like she was crazy. "You knew he was an Assassin and yet you went in there slapping him around? What were you thinking?" "I wanted to see the sort of Assassin he is. Whether he was fanatical to his Creed or just damaged by his past. He doesn't want to hurt anybody but he will if they get in his way."
According to the tracker, Arno was a couple miles from the Avenger's headquarters heading deeper into the woods. Everyone started heading for the hanger bay but Natasha stopped them. "I'll bring him back. You both just be on standby in case I need backup."
Without waiting for an argument, Natasha sprinted across the field heading east after the Assassin with her phone guiding her. Arno was starting to slow down, he must have thought he was away safely. After about 30 minutes Natasha was nearing his location according to the GPS, but she saw nothing in front of her. He was registering approximately 30 feet ahead.
Her first thought was that he found the tracking device and dropped it. She scanned the ground looking for the little bug but saw nothing, then she heard it. The sound of a twig snap above her. Arno jumped from the tree but Natasha was fast enough to roll out of his path. After she got her footing she stared at him for several seconds. Arno spoke up first. "What do you people want from me!? I'm going home!"
Natasha finally had enough of this crap. "You can't go home! Your home isn't there anymore!" Arno's face indicated he thought she was speaking nonsense. "Please come with me, I'll explain everything on the way back. I promise."
Arno hesitated her offer but thought about his situation. He didn't know where he was, he had no money or weapons. He would also have to fight her to get away, which he didn't want to do. On the other hand, he had an opportunity to finally figure out what was going on.
Reluctantly, he agreed and over the course of the next hour as they walked through the woods, Natasha explained everything about Thor and the bifrost, everything he saw in the town the night before, and who the Avengers are.
As they entered the field approaching the base, Arno stopped walking. Natasha turned to look at him in the darkness and his hood covered his eyes, but in the moonlight she could see a tear rolling down his cheek. This made her uneasy, she wanted to help him but she wasn't good at dealing with people's emotions. She could read them but she was so closed off that she didn't show genuine emotions often or in front of anybody she didn't trust.
Arno sat on a log nearby and stared into the night sky like he had something on his mind. Natasha stood a few feet away waiting for him to come to terms with things. After a few minutes, his mouth slowly formed a small smile as he gazed off into the stars. Natasha couldn't help her curiousity. "What is it?" Arno looked at her with that same little smile but after a few seconds, it faded away. "I'm sorry. You look just like her." It took her a few seconds to make sense of the statement but when she did, it all made sense. The way he looked at her, the way he spoke to her, it was because she reminded him of Elise.
She didn't know how to respond so she stayed quiet until he rose and they continued walking back to the base. "I'm sorry for your loss." She said with as much sincerity as she could muster. Arno nodded in acknowledgement. "Thank you." They entered the base and she led him to the conference room where everyone was waiting. Natasha had texted Clint to let him know everything was fine.
She brought Arno into the room and introduced him to everyone. Tony couldn't help but make a remark before he went to shake Arno's hand. "Are you sure we got all of his knives?" He received an elbow to the ribs from Steve. After introductions, Arno had to address an issue. "It's a pleasure to meet you all but do you know where I might find some food?"
Two weeks later...
Two weeks passed and Arno was doing surprisingly well at adapting to his new environment. It was decided that he would start training with the new Avengers and maybe eventually join the team, should he choose to. Steve and Natasha spent most of their time with him and the others on base. They were both surprised at how well trained Arno was in hand to hand combat.
Tony would stop by every few days working on a project and Thor had not returned since their meeting. Arno wasn't given his weapons but he was being trained with modern firearms and other weapons.
He found it very convienient to simply load a new "magazine" of ammo after the present one was empty instead of having to load each chamber on his flintlock. He was also shown the internet, and was briefly taught how to use it.
One day he walked up to Natasha after training to ask her a favor. "Pardon me, Natasha. Would you mind assisting me with something on that internet?" Natasha nodded and he followed her to her nearby laptop. "What do you need help with?" "Steve told me that the internet has records of people from the past. I'm curious to see if there is a record of a friend of mine."
Natasha didn't want to get his hopes up. "Well Arno, the internet doesn't have a file on everyone from the past but there's quite a few." She sat at her laptop and accessed a search engine. "What was your friend's name?" "Napoleon Bonaparte." Natasha's eyes widened and she looked over her shoulder at Arno. "You knew Napoleon Bonaparte?" "Yes. Do you know of him?"
Natasha was speechless so she figured she would let history speak for itself. She typed his name into the search engine and accessed a website that summarized Napoleon's life in a few paragraphs. She turned the laptop so Arno could read the article about his friend. He skipped everything he already knew, but read how Napoleon seized political power in 1799 after a coup d'etat and became emporer 5 years later. He read about his creation of an empire through war, his disasterous invasion of Russia that led to his exile, his defeat at Waterloo leading to his second exile on an island, where he spent the rest of his life.
Arno broke out into a laughing fit at reading these few facts. Natasha was confused as to why he would laugh so hard at his friend's life. "What's so funny?" He stopped long enough to answer her, the grin never leaving his face. "He just couldn't get enough praise. He never knew when the fight was over either. Also, there's a funny remark at the bottom of the article about his height." Natasha somewhat understood now, seeing as Arno knew him personally.
Arno thanked her for her help and invited her and Steve to have lunch with him. They met in the dining area of the base where mostly everyone had cleared out, having already eaten. The three made small talk and discussed Arno's training until Arno changed the subject. "I want to extend my gratitude to the both of you for helping me come to terms with what has happened and helping me adapt to it." Natasha just firmly nodded, obviously uncomfortable at the sincerity of his statement. Steve however, was not, as he replied with a smile. "You're absolutly welcome, Arno." Arno had a look that told Natasha that he wanted to say something but wasn't. "What is it?" "Is there somewhere I could procure some wine?" Natasha and Steve shared a look before Natasha spoke. "I may know of a place. Do you have a preference?" Arno thought on it for a moment. "Not neccesarily. I've just got a thirst."
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