So I decided to give up on the diary and e-mails ahead of schedule I needed to introduce the conflict of the story a bit ahead of time as well. It fits the dramatic side a little better.
I am also aware that the first two chapters are boring, I promise it picks up here.
I OWN NOTHING! If i owned this im pretty sure there would be a sexy Russian Avenger named Vadiim.
{this is a Vadiim story}
TOKYO JAPAN
23:25:00 April 19, 2013
Tap, tap, tap, tap...
Thunk, thunk, thunk... shhhhhhhhuuuunk...
"Come on girl," A young boys voice spoke in the dark as he slid to a stop, turning his body. In one full body rotation he lifted the small girl up and held her close to his chest. His eyes focusing on the florescent lights up ahead of him, if only he could reach them. With the girl pulled in close like this though he was being retarded. His speed decreasing impressively. He should just leave her here, that's was the only option for his own survival at that point. His brown eyes focused on the sign of freedom up ahead...
"Get those kids you idiots!" Screamed a high, Japanese accent. The words demented and lost in the dark.
The little girl tucked into a strangers neck was whimpering. Her blue eyes turned to watch their pursuers, her tears burning their heated way down her face. Steaming on her chin and evaporating slowly. Those mean men had pocked and prodded at her for so long. Long needles and straps held behind her eyelids. She had never known what she did, what she had done to these men.
There was a group of them, four of them. Running after her in those suits they wore. Covering their faces and hiding behind them. She thought they where just as afraid of her as she was of them. That's why they where hiding. She noted them picking up pace and screamed out, blaring the shrill noise in her hero's ear.
Against his chest, the running boy felt his dog-tags thudding against his skin. He looked down at them with sharp eyes and picked up his speed. Noting the noise in his ear and growling in anger at himself. No, he would not leave her behind. That's not the kind of person he was. He was an agent of SHIELD, not some common person. He worked everyday for the opportunity to save people. He would not give up on her now. She was getting heavy though, and her skin was warm and he felt her heating up. He was taken by surprise at her sudden fever. Freezing in his run, he set her on her feet.
No sooner had he turned than he was launching a leg upwards to catch one of their pursuers by the chin and knock him back a few yards. Assuming an average fighting stance, he stood. His feet shoulder width apart and bent at the knee's, brown eyes flicking at the man running at him. He ran forwards to meet the man, and as the huge Japanese man swung his fist, he jumped. His foot landing on the center of the other mans chest, launching him in the air. When he came down the kicked the man the back of the neck. His face landing on the ground.
The small girl looked down at the man on the ground and quirked a smile. Closing her eyes and cooling herself down. Lips turning from a pink to a dark blue of cold. Almost as if she went through sudden hypothermia. Touching the mans chest and listening to his breathing wheeze as he shivered down. Taking a few steps forwards she jumped onto her Hero's back and sat on his shoulders as the next man approached. The SHIELD agent standing with his hands in his pockets as he did so. This last man was weary and had a weapon. A long thin rail that he swung around in an attempt to knock off his opponents footing. With a smirk the SHIELD agent stepped on the bar and crushed it to the ground. The little girl on his back turning red in the eyes and jumping over his shoulders. The black matter from her iris's melting down the bar and smiling.
The SHIELD agent smiled an lifted her up turning and going to walk away. As he walked, the little girl looked over his shoulder and gasped. Suddenly relaxing over his arm an going limp. He wen to set her down once more only to fine the small tepee of feathers from the end of a dart. Soon after he felt a prick in his back and was coming closer to the ground. Frowning and falling forwards quickly.
HATOGAYA JAPAN
07:15:00 April 20, 2013
"Agent Wolf," Natasha stated, bringing up a projection on the hologram. In the simulated face there was the obvious look of youth. His brown eyes looking out over the world around him as it turned to look at each Avenger. They where at SHIELD in Japan, hidden deep under the streets of Hatogaya. Sitting around the table was the full suit of hero's with the absence of Thor for now. He was still in the mess hall.
Natasha passed out a collection of papers to Steve, and slid tablets to the rest of the team. Each with a file of information on SHIELD special agent Running Wolf. Steve's blue eyes where guided to the dark hair and brown eyes, and the age, of the person he would now know everything about. He looked a lot like a Stark to be completely honest. He turned the page and squinted, his eyebrows pulling together. Next to him, Tony Stark was mercilessly beating on the screen of his tablet.
"Is this thing broken?" Tony muttered, his eyes scanning over the empty screen.
"No Tony," Natasha said in a stern voice, "It's been wiped clean. This is the main point of concern."
"No name other than code-name," Clint spoke up, "No birth date, but a year. No records of his actions before SHIELD, but detailed reports on every mission while here. No family listed, no medical reports, no housing records, bank accounts, or alias's. Who is this guy?"
"He may as well not exist if SHIELD has no information on him... and JARVIS didn't get anything either. So SHIELD isn't just keeping this from us." Tony said while scrutinizing the page.
Steve was looking around the table at the faces his friends expressed. Confusion and betrayal was written on them. It was not something they had faced before, not knowing something. Information was usually found somewhere in this new world, and none could be found. He put the file down and crossed his hands in front of his face, leaning against his fingers. His eyes now trained on Natasha, like everyone else, on what information she could give.
"Agent Wolf disappeared eight months ago on a mission in Tokyo. He was sent to recover stolen Stark tech ," The image on the projection changed to a falsified ark reactor, "That's when SHIELD lost his signal, and an agent never turns off their signal-"
"Unless they quit." Clint interrupted and leaned back in his seat. "Case closed, he went Rogue and left SHIELD."
"As I was saying," Natasha interrupted, "No agent turns off their signal. Now, from what we can find, Wolf has not surfaced since the day he went missing. There fore ruling out any theories that he may have defected. Even if he got facial reconstruction, SHIELD would be able to find him."
"So why are we here?" Bruce asked, walking forwards a few steps from his leaning place in the back of the room, "If he is lost to SHIELD, isn't he SHIELD's problem?"
"You are here because nine hours ago we received a call. Seems that Agent Wolf's signal came back online. He was near a known AIM facility." Fury spoke up, entering the room just in time to lean against the table. Natasha taking a seat with the other avengers.
"What would the Advanced Idea Mechanics want with an average SHIELD agent like wolf?" Steve now spoke, getting to the point before Tony could have his swing at Fury. The young Stark had leaned forwards in his seat and just made a noise.
"We do not know." Fury said, tilting his head to the captain.
"Then we are going in blind?" Carol asked, leaning forwards an standing, slamming her hands down on the table.
"Relax Major," Fury said in a soothing tone.
"No she has a right to be upse-"
"Hush, Tony," Steve warned, standing and the table falling silent. "We will take the case," Steve muttered. Looking down into the still open file folder, brown eyes staring up at from the page.
Carol huffed and stood, walking from the room and stomping out the sliding door. Behind her Jan and Hank walking quietly and moving through room. T'Chala went to talk to Fury. Tony himself turned to glare at Steve with dark brown eyes and a sour set to his jaw.
"Stephen." He said in a stern and aggravated tone, "I know you want to be the big bag cap, but you cant put the team in a situation where you know little to nothing about what we will be fighting!"
There was a moment of silence and Tony thought he wouldn't be getting an answer. He huffed and stood, pushing his chair in harshly and going to move away. Anger bubbling up in his neck and he crossed his arms. Giving Steve one last chance to answer. Instead he got none and he turned to walk away. Just as he reached the door, Steve spoke.
"...He looks like Howard, Tony..." He muttered.
Tony turned around with wide eyes and opened the cover to his tablet. Looking down at the picture with scared eyes.
