Chapter 3
A few seconds later, Tony Stark emerged, glaring at the Russian, "Drag me up here yourself? Seriously? Come on Nat, how many times have you used that threat over the past 24 hours... You know what? Let's keep score. Jarvis?".
"Beginning the count now sir" the AI replied and Stark grinned, before suddenly noticing us.
He grin went even wider, "British dudes! Awesome!"- then he went suddenly serious -"Forgive me if I don't know your name, you see I don't really pay attention in mission briefings... Too boring... So in this particular meeting Nickie called, I was too just playing Angry Birds to notice anything... Oh, but I did hear some words... Like... MI6... Scorpia... Cub... And... Fox... Yea... That's more or less it... MI6, Scorpia, Cub, and Fox".
Ben smirked, "I'm Fox. He's Cub. Scorpia's the bad guys. And we're from MI6".
Stark grinned, "You know what? I think I like you... And the kid of course...".
He stared at me for a minute, "...He doesn't really say much does he?".
Ben laughed, "That depends. Give him a topic such as terrorists or guns, he'll never shut up... But give him a topic like History or Science, and he won't know what to say".
Stark stared at me, shocked, "You. Don't. Like. Science?".
"No, I like science alright. Seriously, I do... But dropping out of school at 14 tends to... Make you uneducated" I explained and he frowned, "Yea. I heard about that... But don't MI6... I don't know... Teach you or something?".
Ben glared at me, "Yes. They do. But Alex here, never shows up for class".
"You can't blame me!" I exclaimed, "Those guys are worse than Blunt!".
"Ouch... Point taken" Ben replied nodding.
"... Who's Blunt?".
I turned back around to face a very confused Pepper Potts.
I sighed, "He is... He WAS... The old head of MI6. He was horrible, putting it mildly. He lived up to his name. Blunt. Grey. Old. Completely emotionless. And basically, cruel. Just plain old cruel... No idea where he is now... Though it wouldn't take much to find out..." I trailed off, grinning mischievously.
Ben glared at me, "Alex. We've been through this. You are NOT allowed to kill government agents".
"But he's retired!" I whined, "It wouldn't take much, just a bullet to his heart or something... Then again... I don't think he has a heart... Dammit. Why didn't I realise that sooner".
Clint burst out laughing and we turned to him confused.
When he saw our faces, he just laughed even harder, falling down from his perch in the air ducks and landing steadily on his feet, clutching his stomach from laughing so much.
"I'm sorry" he managed to get out, "But you just-".
A new wave of laughter took over him, and soon he had tears in his eyes.
Ben slowly turned to Natasha, "Is he always like this?".
She nodded, "Oh yea".
Eventually, the Archer pulled himself together and grinned at me, "I'm sorry dude, but you... You... You got him in one!".
I stared at him, "... You've met him?".
"Oh yea, I've met him alright" Clint replied, "That is, of course, if we're about Alan Blunt here".
Ben nodded, "That's the one".
Clint smirked, "Yea. I thought so... I met him bout three years back, when I was over in London. Fury got me to do this... Mission... British... Kind of thing. So yea, I've met the guy... And you, young Alex, are giving a very accurate descriptive of the man".
"So you have met him? Alright... And what did you think of him?" Ben asked and Clint laughed, "Honestly? I thought he was a total bastard".
"Clint" Tony snapped, "This is the guys ex-boss for gods sake. That kid was his agent".
I froze, my voice barely a whisper, "His agent? You think I was... His agent? I wasn't his fucking agent. I was his fucking property!".
I ignored how my voice got louder.
"He OWNED me. I didn't want to work for him. But I had to. Do you know why? Well it because my fucking Uncle decided he wanted to keep the fucking family business alive! He fucking trained me. He fucking TAUGHT ME HOW TO BE A SPY! My whole. Fucking. Life. Was a complete lie! DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING FRU-".
"ALEX" Ben snapped and I immediately shut my mouth, taking a deep breath in attempt to calm myself.
It worked.
Sort of.
I let out a shaky breath, "... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped. It won't happen again".
Stark stared at me, "... It's fine. Seriously dude. Go on. This is the best shit I've heard all year".
Natasha shot him a deadly glare which quickly shut him up, before softening and turning back to me, "We're sorry if we intrude. But there's literally NOTHING in your file that we can go on".
"... We have files?" Ben asked quietly and I sighed, turning to him, "Everyone has files moron. Seriously, do you even LISTEN during the mission briefings?".
He grinned, "Nope. Cause I know you'll do it all for me".
"You know, one of these days... Jones is going to kill you" I replied and he frowned, "I know... But you'll have my back won't you?".
"I'll always have your back man" I said and he grinned again, "Good. Great. Now I know you'll just kill her when she points the gun at me".
I stared at him, "Dude... Don't even go there. I've already almost killed her once".
He winced, "Jeasus Christ... Alex... I'm sorry. I totally forgot".
I shrugged, "It's fine man, must people do".
"Yea but I'm your PARTNER! Seriously man, we've been together for two years... I should remember that by now".
"Seriously? Do you ACTUALLY WANT to remember that? Cause I honestly doubt you'll want to remember that your partner tried to murder your boss when we're on the field and I'm the only one guarding your 6" I replied and he froze for a split second, "... Good point".
"... You tried to MURDER the Head of Special Operations at MI6?" Stark finally asked and I nodded, "Its a longgg story".
He grinned, "Well we've got time".
I sighed.
I really did not want to go into this right now.
"Ok, let's break this down a bit shall we?" I asked quietly, "Why do you think, that Mrs. Jones, sent us two out of all the other MI6 agents back in England?".
He shrugged, "Cause ye're the best of the best?"
"... Partly true" I admitted, "See Ben here, is a good agent. He's a brilliant agent. One of the best. He's experienced. He's tough. And his speciality, happens to be terrorism. And since we're dealing with Scorpia here, which, just as it happens, to be a terrorist organisation... Well... That's why he was chosen".
"And you?" Pepper asked, "What's your speciality?".
"Killing" I replied flatly, ignoring how they all flinched, "And since it'll take more than one man... Or boy, in my case... To take down and murder all of Scorpia, that's not why I'm here... But Scorpia, is very close knit. You can't touch them... Unless, of course, you've dealt with them before... Or...".
"Or unless you're a past member" Natasha finished quietly and I nodded, "Unless you're a past member... Mrs. Jones just happened to be my first assignment".
It took a full 32 seconds for the others to get it.
"WHAT?" Stark yelled, "YOU! YOU WERE... A... YOU... You got to be kidding me...".
"You can't be serious!" Clint exclaimed, "That's just not possible!".
I sighed, "It's possible. And it happened... Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here for the sole purpose, of re-enacting my role, of being an ex-assassin".
"Clint" Natasha said quietly, "... He's just the same as me... I think... I... I could know... His mentor...".
Clint froze, going even paler, "You couldn't... Not him... Not... Not HIM!".
She glanced back at me, before looking back over at him, "It's a high possibility. The kid has the stance as him. Holds himself the same way. Even talks like him... Worth a shot isn't it?".
He slowly nodded, "... But please, please, please, please, PLEASE... Be wrong".
Natasha nodded once before she took a deep breath, turning to me, "...Who trained you?".
I smirked, "Yassen Gregorovich".
