AN: Hey all, hope you all had a good New Year, here is the next chapter I hope you all enjoy it. The response so far on the story has been great, I hope you all hope tuning in for more, and continue to enjoy reading and reviewing.

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(Last Time)

"Hm, eating Loki should have frozen you. Perhaps it did, on the inside. Your body would have shed and digested the dead parts, then regrown them. So why not take a few moments to… refuel? This man here should do the job fantastically, the energy boost of Loki, but minus the pesky Frost Giant blood…" Rize continued in a sultry voice, wrapping her arms around Kaneki as she did so, with the purple haired beauty now being behind him, one of her soft hands coming up to gently brush some of his hair out of his face as she did so.

Kaneki withheld a flinch as he felt the woman's hands on him, standing up sharply and dissipating the hallucination as he did so, his grey eyes narrowing as he looked around for any sign of her, before he looked down at Thor. The giant blonde currently looking at Kaneki oddly, a hint of distrust and distaste in his gaze as he did so.

"I'll be in my room," Kaneki said quickly in response, before he turned and left the meeting room. Trying not to notice how sensitive he was to the scent of each person he passed as he did so. Or how it felt like Rize was trailing just behind him as he walked.

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Chapter 4

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(Nearly a year and a half ago)

Ken Kaneki held his stomach in pain, his nose flaring with the scent of thousands of humans in the nearby vicinity. There were so many of them, families enjoying a meal out, friends meeting up for a catch up and a few drinks. It was also so happy and relaxed.

Yet Kaneki knew he could not walk among them, not right now that is, not unless he wanted to cause an incident and draw more attention to himself then even he could handle.

Pulling the fur lined hood of his black parka up over his head and stuffing his hands into his pockets, Kaneki deliberately headed off down a side alley, escaping from the multitude of laughing and chattering people that infested the high street he had just been walking down.

With the white haired Ghoul clenching his teeth as he did so, his hands balling into fists as he ignored the delectable, mouth-watering scents assaulting his nostrils, and the sound of his prey chattering away, oblivious to how close they were to being massacred and devoured.,

Kaneki could vaguely understand what they were saying in English, just as he could still just about communicate with them, but in that way that all foreign language classes teach you: static selective sentences and conversations.

He didn't know the ebb and flow between native speakers, the change in cadence, and the different words that could mean the same things. English had so many synonyms! Despite a casual 6 years of English classes, he had been lost at first when he woke up here, and really only able to communicate the most simplistic of things.

It was for this reason that he had begun to travel into populated areas, risking losing control when he was hungry, so he could immerse himself in the culture and the language and live some kind of a life. It was a risk, but he was starting to adapt and his years of lessons back when he was at school were slowly kicking in, though he was still getting used to being called by his first name.

At present he was looking for someone who could make a mask, or at least something that would hide his identity like the Ghouls back home did, allowing him to feed during the nights, but then live a normal life during the day.

That being said, if he ever did find a place, he expected such a niche, bespoke, heavy duty item, would be pretty damn pricey, like most things in America it seems. Which of course meant that he would need to get his hands on some money, either through a job, or through theft, he hadn't decided yet.

It had taken a while for this realisation to occur to him, after all he could do without money for the most part. He didn't need to buy his food, his clothes could be pilfered, and there was nothing frightening about living on the street, not when he was one of the scariest things there. Still he had clocked on to the necessity of having an income, hence why he had recently gotten himself a job at some crappy café.

Wending his way through the dark back streets, Kaneki followed a familiar route as he left the hustle and bustle of the city centre behind, instead heading for a quieter less populated part of the city, his breathing still low and slow as he padded through the dark backstreets, until after about ten minutes he came to a stop.

Pausing, Kaneki's placid grey eyes shifted around the area, before he then looked up at the large bridge above him, unconsciously licking his lips as he did so; the bridge was one of his favoured feeding grounds since coming here.

He had managed to find it by pretending to be a tourist and asking about local ghost stories, playing the over eager foreign teenager to his benefit. Either way, this place was supposed to be a common suicide spot, though not common enough to have people jumping off every month.

He held his stomach as he felt it growl. He'd waited too long to eat, the other spots he could check were too close to the city and the living areas of other people. If he went to one of them and came up empty, then he might be tempted to grab an innocent passer-by to satiate his hunger. And considering how little he knew about his surroundings, he wasn't all that keen on drawing too much attention to himself.

Suddenly, he heard a sound up on the bridge, it would seem that he might be in luck.

Someone was up there, for now, but who knows, after a swift drop and a sudden stop, they might be down here with him. Kaneki's lips curled upwards at that, before his smile faded when his heightened hearing picked up on other sounds.

Whoever was up there they weren't alone, and by the sounds of it they weren't too keen on their present company.

Frowning at that, and curious, despite his hunger, Kaneki quickly climbed up the side of the bridge instead of waiting for someone to jump, his inhumanly strong hands lodging into grooves in the brickwork as he rapidly and soundlessly ascended to the top of the bridge.

After making sure his hood was pulled up and his face was covered in shadow, Kaneki then glanced carefully over the top of the bridge, his grey eyes cutting through the darkness with ease as he found himself looking upon a disturbing site.

A man and a woman were fighting, if it could be called that. The woman looked beat up, and was fighting against the man with wild uncontrolled movements. Clearly, she'd never been trained, though she was fit judging by her muscles and scent. The man on the other hand, a tall, athletic man wearing expensive looking clothing, with long black hair and a stubbly, designer beard, looked angry as he lashed out at the woman, his handsome face twisted into a look of anger and fury.

He was trying to kill her, Ken realized absently, as he saw the man launch a vicious, if slightly uncoordinated, punch at the woman's head.

There was a moment, he would admit, where he considered just letting the man do so. He knew if he stepped in, he would likely end up killing the man, and really, what gave him the right to decide who lived and who died? But when the man shoved her against the metal railing of the bridge and she cried out in pain, before stumbling to the ground, he made a decision.

He might not be able to get back home for a while, and he might be a Ghoul, but he couldn't quite kill his human heart, not completely. He couldn't stand to see a vulnerable, seemingly innocent person in pain right in front of him.

His decision made, Kaneki flipped up over the edge of the bridge in a single movement, before he then darted towards the man. Engaging him before he had a chance to react as he unleashed a punch to the man's face, smacking him in the side of the face and knocking several teeth loose, even as he knocked him away from the woman, and sent him stumbling to the ground with a cry of shock and pain.

Pausing for a moment, Kaneki glanced down at the woman, but didn't speak a she instead extended a pale, black nailed hand to the woman. If she ever showed up at the coffee shop where he worked, he didn't want her to identify him, even if it was just by voice. However despite him not saying anything, it seemed like she understood why he was there anyway.

She took his offered hand, either not noticing the way his grip tightened when he smelled her blood, or choosing to ignore it, as she instead suddenly wrapped her arms around him, crying. Her lithe body feeling very warm against his as heard her heart beating quickly, and almost felt the blood flowing through her body.

"Thank you," The woman said, sobbing lightly as she clung onto him, oblivious to the way he had tensed at her actions.

With Kaneki having completely frozen. His left eye turning black, even as his grey iris turned a burning, crimson red. Her scent was filling his nose as she clung on to him like a lifeline, and honestly, her scent was astonishingly strawberry…. He hated it. It was fake, and wafted off of the woman's long red hair. She clearly used heavily scented shampoo. In fact, the scent was so strong that it perfectly covered her natural scent. She had have scrubbed fervently and paid careful attention to her hygiene to accomplish that. It was odd enough to distract him from his hunger, and from the fact that a human was right in front of him.

"You fucker..." The man from before said in a barely coherent slur as he picked himself up off the ground. His voice slurred, and he was clearly heavily drunk. "She said... she would... she said... but then she backed out! She can't just change her mind, give her back!"

"No! I changed my mind! I don't want anything to do with you!" The woman replied back, ducking behind Kaneki as she did so. Her voice sounded like she was barely holding it together.

"You bitch!" The man yelled, running towards the two of them oblivious to the danger he was now in.

Kaneki however, in response, just grabbed the woman and jumped off the bridge, holding her carefully despite her sudden scream of surprise.

The fall from the bridge to the ground would normally kill a person, hence why it was such a popular suicide spot, but that was only if you jumped from the centre. Being closer to the edge, the distance was halved, and Ken was able to bend his knees when he landed to lessen the force on his passenger, so she was fine.

He set her down gently.

"Thank you," She said gratefully as he did so, with him giving her a curt nod in response, before he stepped back.

She still smelled weird, but his proximity to her was really starting to bother him now. He could already see Rize standing behind the woman, the beautiful, purple haired Ghoul, running her fingers sensuously through the attractive human woman's wavy red hair, whilst Rize's other hand was draped over the red haired woman's toned arms.

Shaking his head slightly as he saw this, Kaneki forced himself to look away.

"My name is Natalie Shostakova, what's yours?" The woman asked, her heartbeat once again regular, though her tone still showed her nervousness as she looked up at Kaneki, as if she were uncertain as to why her saviour was now ignoring her.

Kaneki just shook his head at that, before he then stepped back, his hands once again clenched into fists.

"Oh, um, well, I was in town with the Russian ballet, so if you want to come and see us, well, I'll give you a ticket as thanks," The red head then continued shyly, absentmindedly brushing a lock of her dark red hair behind her ear, and revealing a bit more of her smooth, pale flesh.

"Go," Kaneki rasped in reply, his voice almost strained as he felt his mouth begin to water, even as he struggled to hold himself back from satiating his growing hunger here and now. The world seemed focused entirely on her, and he needed her to leave.

The woman faltered as she heard that, before she then looked at him with concern.

"Are you alright?" Natalie asked, stepping closer to him, reaching out as if to try and help him.

Kaneki though tried to take another step back in response, he had to leave, he had to get out of here, but his legs weren't listening to him. Instead, Rize was beckoning him closer to the woman. He felt his mouth continue to water a bit with the thought of feasting on the woman's flesh, his stomach growling and gurgling at the thought. It had been weeks since he had had a proper meal, and he was starting to feel very hungry.

"Go," Kaneki said again, struggling against himself.

Natalie paused as she heard that, watching him with a coldly calculating gaze that seemed misplaced, given she had been crying only a moment ago. However, the concern came back too quickly for Kaneki to be sure of what he saw, when he looked back over at her, his Ghoulish left eye now visibly glowing from within the shadow of his hood.

"I'll get help," Natalie said finally, before turning and running up the path.

Kaneki tilted his head as his gaze trailed after her, shoving down the temporary feeling of longing, of wanting to chase her down like prey and tear the flesh from her bones.

He was shocked out of these thoughts however by a sudden crack, like a bullet being shot. A moment later, a body was falling over the edge of the bridge, bleeding, before he landed with a dull thump on the tarmacked road.

Casually turning, Kaneki prowled towards the prone body, his gaze flittering around as he silently approached, before with a single hand he grabbed the figures shoulder and turned him around.

It was the man who had been attacking the Russian woman only a few minutes beforehand. The would-be murderer, only now he was dead, his expensive clothes blood stained as his crimson life blood poured out of a gunshot wound in his chest, right over where his heart would be .

He had been shot, but by who?

That was the question that Kaneki should have been asking, but at present he just couldn't bring himself to care, he was a bit too ravenous.

With that thought in mind he dragged the body under the bridge in the hopes of avoiding any possible onlookers, after which began gorging himself on the body, tearing chunks out of it as he feasted.

As he was doing so, he didn't notice, the small silver attachment on the back of his hoodie, nor would he until it fell off in the wash, by which point he would just toss it in the bin without giving it much thought.

He did notice however the odd businessman who showed up the next day at his work, ordered a single coffee, and stayed for exactly two hours. The man would then show up every other day at various times, he would sit at all different spots, but he would always order the same thing and would always stay for two hours before leaving.

He also noticed the tabloids in the newspaper which had a picture of the man currently residing in his over-sized chest freezer. The man's official cause of death was by gunshot at the hands of a cop, after escaping prison after having been found guilty of three cases of sexual assault.

Suffice to say Kaneki had at the time thought it was a bit odd, as he didn't recall seeing or smelling any police anywhere near the bridge that night, but the man had been shot by somebody, and honestly Kaneki didn't believe there was some grand conspiracy at work here, after all he was flying under the radar so to speak.

A few days after the incident, he would see Natalie again once more, when the pretty Russian woman showed up at the coffee shop with a dark haired businessman. It seemed like they were on a date, but Ken couldn't quite shake the feeling that they were watching him, like they knew who he was.

Quickly after that though, Natalie had left the city with the Russian ballet group, heading back to their motherland, and the man stopped coming a few days after, which is why he soon put it all out of his mind as he instead settled into living a sort of normal, and peaceful life.

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(Back in the Present, on board the Helicarrier)

"So Bruce, what do you know about our cannibalistic friend?" Tony Stark asked in amusement as he looked sideways at his fellow scientist/ Avenger, even as he implemented a search algorithm on the computer in front of him.

"You know, it's not very nice of you to call him that," Banner replied carefully, not bothering to look at Stark as he could already imagine the self-satisfied smirk on the dark haired man's smug face.

With Banner instead keeping an eye on the computer screen in front of him, watching the levels of gamma radiation coming off of Loki's spear as he tried to analyse just what its energy source was. So far he had picked up on traces of gamma radiation coming off of the energy, the same energy as the Tesseract, which he was currently using to try and track down the cube, or at least narrow down where in the world it was.

"What, a cannibal? He is. Or did you not know?" Tony asked cockily, moving something aside on one of the screens, before he grabbed it and moved it over towards Banner so that the other scientist could see. "JARVIS, bring up the files on one, Ken Kaneki."

"If I must," A resigned sounding voice said, the source of the voice being the room's speakers as Stark's AI began accessing the files Tony had requested.

Banner paused in his work as he saw this, before in spite of himself he looked over, curious about just what Stark wanted to show him.

"Did you infect the SHIELD mainframe with JARVIS?" Banner then asked blandly, not at all surprised by the billionaire's presumption and arrogance, in fact from what he had seen of Tony Stark so far, such an action completely fitted his personality.

"Well yeah of course I have," Tony replied cheerfully, completely unperturbed by just how illegal his actions were. "It's really quite useful to have an eye in SHIELD. But anyway let's have a looksee at what SHIELD has on Kaneki. Okay so 'Subject 2031 of the Index: Ken Kaneki, Codename: Cannibal.' Cannibalism is actually pretty rare, so he gets an extremely unoriginal nickname. 'First spotted on November 18th, 2011 by satellite dragging a dead body out from a river and eating it. Response #1: anonymous tip given to the local police. Follow-up: The police who investigated found nothing, and the Cannibal did not show again.'"

"Why are you reading me this?" Banner asked, hiding his discomfort with the subject matter, as he instead kept his tone bland and disinterested. He no more wanted to dig into the other people on this ships pasts, any more than he wanted them digging in his past. Even if knowledge about just what he was, was generally pretty well known.

"Because it's cool, and because I thought it might interest you to know that you're not the only one on this ship that his holding back an inner monster," Tony said blandly, absentmindedly flicking through the rest of the information on Kaneki.

"I don't follow," Banner replied with a sigh, giving up on what he was doing before as he decided to humour the childish billionaire.

Tony however just grinned, before he then swept his finger across the screen and began to read again.

"Cannibal report # 6. After his successful escapes from the police, who are beginning to think that the tips belong to a prankster, the subject has been cleared for personal response from SHIELD. To date, we have captured his image or movements on camera four times, three times he has been spotted eating suicide victims and once he seemingly ran into a fire to help get people out, though it is possible he was scavenging from the remains. The subject's identity is still unknown. Agent Romanoff will confront him, and Agent Barton will follow up. The setting is intended to be Sunset Bridge, a possible location that the Cannibal uses to salvage corpses."

"I still don't see what this has to do with me," Banner said, raising an eyebrow now as Stark continued to read the information that SHIELD had gathered on the Cannibal, most of which were speculation. In fact there had only been three confirmed sightings of him actually practicing cannibalism. Which was something that genuinely surprised Bruce, after all SHIELD was nothing if not efficient, and as a spy agency they likely had access to a lot of high-tech surveillance equipment, for them to have so little spoke volumes about Kaneki's abilities.

"Shush," Tony replied cheerfully as he skim read the rest of the information on Kaneki. "It's in here somewhere. Ahh yes here it is, 'Cannibal report #8. Agent Romanoff's mission was a success. She placed a tracker on codename: Cannibal's jacket, and Agent Barton was able to follow the tracker to uncover the subject's home and identification. Subject has been identified as Ken Kaneki, further investigation reveals faked papers.

A psychological profile compiled by Agent Romanoff based on their first interaction indicates the possibility that Kaneki cannot control his eating habits. He urged her to run, and was visibly holding himself back and away from her, as if afraid that he would hurt her. Behaviour also indicates a high value placed on human life. Cannibal report #10. Further investigation has shown that Kaneki does not eat anything except for the suicide victims roughly one or two each month. Though it is believed that a number of missing persons, offenders in cases relating to violent crimes may be attributed to the Cannibal, this however is unconfirmed."

"Stop. Just, stop," Banner said, looking at Stark tiredly as he did so, before he rubbed his temples.

"The point I'm trying to make, is that according to SHIELD, he's in the same boat as you. He can't be who he wants to be, because he is only able to eat people. Not eating for a month and then eating a person? You can't tell me that it's his life's choices that allow his body to do that without dying," Stark replied before grinning. "I just thought you might be interested, after all you're not the only person on the ship with an inner monster. Hey, who knows, maybe you could form a club?"

Banner sighed at that, ignoring Stark's mocking, really he had no idea what was going through the other genius's mind. Was he doing this because he thought it was funny, or because he was interested and thought Banner might be too, or was he just being a social incapable dick? Knowing Stark it was likely all three.

"It may be a side effect of his mutation, whatever it is that allows him to have incredible strength and durability," Bruce said with a shrug, after all Kaneki wouldn't be the first mutant, in fact more and more the different news agencies around the world were reporting on the growing number of mutants.

This had of course stirred up the worst of humanity, those who were controlled by their fear and insecurity about the unknown. Friends of Humanity, or something, is what the most vocal group called themselves. Well Banner knew they would likely have a fit if what he was became public.

"That's the spirit!" Tony said cheerfully unaware of Banner's concerns, as he was instead more interested in being proved right, in that Banner would be interested. "No better way to pass the time than to gossip about someone behind their back."

"Is that so?" A third voice cut in, a familiar one.

Tony glanced over his shoulder and waved the speaker off casually, his expression not changing for a moment as he saw Steve Rogers enter the room, wearing a white T-shirt that was obviously too tight for him, and a boy scout scowl on his face as he eyed Tony suspiciously, instantly suspecting him of being up to no good.

Which in fairness was the truth.

"Hello Captain Rogers," Bruce greeted amicably as he looked over to Steve Rogers, someone he wasn't entirely familiar with, but who was thankfully normal enough, and seemed as overwhelmed by all of this as he himself was.

"I think that you need to get back to work," Steve said stubbornly, nodding to Bruce, before he locked gazes with the smirking Tony Stark, his comment clearly meant for the irresponsible billionaire as opposed to Banner.

To which Tony merely snorted in amusement, before walked around the table.

"We are. The formula is locked and sweeping. As soon as we get a match, we'll know about it," Tony replied airily, gesturing to the computers around them as he did so, before he then shot a grin over to the Captain. "I wonder, Captain, did you know that one of your teammates is a cannibal?"

Steve frowned as he heard that, before he then sent Tony a confused look.

"I recall you calling Kaneki that before, but I thought that it was more a reference to his fighting style and jaw strength than anything," Steve replied slowly, choosing his words carefully as he sent Tony an odd look. He had known Tony's father, Howard, and so knew that the Stark's were an odd bunch, with, well let's say eccentric personalities, but still.

"It is. Sorta. Only, he actually is a cannibal. As in he eats people in his free time," Tony said cheerfully. "Though I am curious, do you reckon he cooks them, or just eats them raw, like sushi?"

"That's not funny," Steve replied sternly, assuming as he did that Stark was trying to take the piss out of him, after all that was kind of what Stark did.

"I'm not trying to be funny. If I was, you would be on the floor right now, dying of laughter. I was honestly wondering if you knew," Tony replied lightly, a grin still playing around his lips as he saw Steve's eyes narrow.

"Is everything a joke to you?!" Steve asked irritably, pushing the idea that one of his teammates was a cannibal to one side for a moment. After all he had heard nonsense like this before, and those stories that the men told in the trenches back in the day about the Orientals was just propaganda, nothing more, he knew that now. The Japs weren't really monsters, no, that was just something the brass spread to get the men stoked up and ready to fight, and the people to buy War Bonds and support the war effort.

"Funny things are." Stark replied glibly, the ever present grin on his face not fading.

"You're telling me that one of our teammates is a cannibal! And you're just okay with that?!" Steve asked incredulously, slowly beginning to believe Stark now. After all what the men spoke about in the mess halls were obviously bullshit, or exaggerated, but Stark seemed genuine, and there were anomalies, freaks and weirdos out there, weren't there.

Tony shrugged at that, though the grin on his face didn't waver.

"It's just one of the many secrets on this ship that I am privy to," Stark then replied smugly, crossing his arms in front of him as he did so, before he then feigned sharing a knowing look with the bemused Banner.

"You've been hacking the ship?" Steve asked bluntly, pushing his concerns about Kaneki to one side for now, just as he had when Loki brought up how the white haired Jap had bitten him.

"Yup. I want to know all of Fury's little secrets. You'd be surprised, Captain, Kaneki is just the tip of the iceberg," Tony said, before he then feigned remembering how Steve was found frozen in ice. "No offense…"

"What do you mean?" Steve asked ignoring Stark's jokes, his curiosity instead getting the better of him as he heard how Fury was keeping secrets.

"Why did Fury call us now? Why not earlier? What isn't he telling us?" Tony asked leaning on the table now as he then grabbed a bag of crisp and popped one into his mouth. After which he then held out the bag to Steve. "Want one?"

"You think Fury's hiding something? Something bigger than this apparent secret about Kaneki?" Steve asked, ignoring the offered bag as he did so.

Tony took it back and began to walk towards Bruce.

"I think Fury brought in Kaneki to be the mystery. To sate our curiosity and keep us from looking further by giving us this strange new teammate. But, with that man, one must always look underneath the underneath. Captain, he's not just a spy, he's the spy. His secrets have secrets," Tony explained, now being genuine as he turned and looked between both Banner and Rogers, both of whom shared a look.

"Do you want one?" Tony then asked, holding the bag out to Bruce now, who took one after a moment of hesitation.

"Dr. Banner, do you agree with Stark?" Steve asked tearing his eyes away from the smug Stark as he instead looked over to Bruce, who in response hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"'A warm light for all mankind', Loki's jab at Fury about the cube," Bruce started, "I think it was meant for you." he then continued, nodding at Tony as he did so.

Tony nodded too, as he and Bruce then turned to Steve and continued to explain their theories to him.

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(Elsewhere on the Helicarrier, with Kaneki)

Ken Kaneki sat in quietly his room, still wearing his combat suit, the blinds open to allow him to feel the sunlight on his face, shining on his closed eyes. Which was somewhat distracting as he was currently trying to order his thoughts and calm his mind, with him trying focused on anything besides his hunger.

"791... 784... 777... 770..." Kaneki whispered to himself quietly, before he suddenly paused.

His nose twitching as a familiar smell assailed him, something both odd and familiar. It was the chemically altered solider, Steve Rogers, and something else, something that smelled much fainter, and not as familiar.

Frowning at that Kaneki stood up, pulling his face mask up as he did so, before he flipped up his hood too, as he then opened his door, only for him to then see Captain America carrying an odd gun with a glowing blue barrel, a glow that looked strangely similar to the one that Loki's scythe had had, it had a vaguely similar, if diluted scent to, something that became more obvious when Kaneki open is door and found himself face to face with Rogers.

Either way it was certainly odd, as the scent despite being subtle, was also scintillating. It smelled like everything he ever wanted. It smelled like his mother's cooking, like the lilies that had been in their house, and, strangely, like coffee at Anteiku. All of these scents flowed through him, merging into one as his gaze locked on the glowing blue weapon.

However, there was also something under it, a faint scent of rotten eggs, something that also made him want to gag.

Kaneki wasn't sure what that weapon was, or what connection it had to Loki's sceptre, but he knew it was trouble.

"Kaneki," Captain America greeted stiffly, his blue eyes shooting to Kaneki's hidden face, even as his body tensed up minutely, his discomfort obvious to Kaneki, even if the blonde man tried his best to hide it.

Kaneki nodded to him at that, ignoring his reaction as he instead eyed the weapon curiously.

Following on from that there was a pause in the conversation after this initial greeting, which led to Kaneki glancing up at Captain Rogers' face, only to see him looking at him with an odd look on his face.

Once again he could read the man's discomfort, and suspicion, he was tense and wary, though Kaneki wasn't entirely sure why, nor was he sure why the man was carrying a weapon.

"What?" Kaneki asked, tensing himself, as he prepared to leap out of the way in case the Captain attacked him for some reason, the organ on the small of his back throbbing gently, as he prepared to unleash his Kagune at any moment.

Steve though collected himself before he then pushed past Kaneki, making no move to attack or to bring the weapon to bare on him as he instead made to carry on walking down the hall.

"Nothing," Steve replied, before continuing his walk down the hall.

Kaneki titled his head at that, before he sniffed the air, realising as he did so that the Avengers, and Thor all seemed to be converging in the same general direction. A meeting perhaps? One that he wasn't invited too?

Frowning slightly at that, Kaneki turned and began to follow behind the Captain, his curiousity getting the best of him, even if he noticed that Steve seemed even tenser than before as he sensed Kaneki following him.

Frowning even deeper as he noticed this, Ken could only wonder at just what was up with the other man, before he shrugged it off, it wasn't his business if the super soldier wanted to act odd.

"You know Kaneki, there is no one around, we could have a couple bites," Rize drawled out as she appeared next to Steve a coy smirk on her face as she looked around at Kaneki. "Sure they will miss him eventually, but by the time they do we could be off and away. This airship, it's basically a floating buffet, just waiting for you to take advantage of it…"

Ken stiffened and froze where he was, not following the Captain anymore as the broad shouldered blonde continued on down the corridor, heading off to meet up with the rest of the group.

No, it was better that he was not in a crowded room right now, not since he still hadn't come down from the high he had gained from eating Loki's ear. Instead he turned on the balls of his feet and began to walk back towards his own room. He was hungry enough to hallucinate, but he was still in control. He just needed to find some food soon, in the next couple days, or he would be in more serious trouble.

As he went back towards his room however, heading down the corridor quietly, ignoring the agents who passed by him as he did so, he soon found himself thrown to one side as the suddenly and unexpectedly ship rocked, lurching to one side, and almost sending him crashing onto his arse, had his reflexes not kicked in first.

Following on from that alarms began blaring loudly, even as the lights above began to flicker.

Something was happening, that much was obvious. Which is why after taking a moment to gather himself, he stood up and glanced around, after which he began to prowl along the corridor. Ignoring the SHIELD agents that were running past him and arming themselves as he did so.

He wasn't sure what had happened, and couldn't see any signs of damage, but there was no way that the alarms going off and the ship lurching like that was good.

Pausing for a moment Kaneki sniffed the air, and almost immediately he picked up on the sweet, metallic scent of blood. Human blood.

His mouth watered as he realised that, but he shook himself. People were hurt, and his allies might need help, he could feed later, for now he needed to find out what was going on.

With that in mind Kaneki ran towards the source, and found himself heading in the direction that the rest of his 'team', and Thor had been gathering.

It was as he was running though, that he felt the ship lurch again, dropping from the sky for moment, making Kaneki float in the air as if gravity suddenly stopped working, before he then went crashing back to the floor. A floor that gave way to the floor below as he did so, which forced him to push himself off the falling debris and towards the wall of the corridor below, after which he landed back on the ground in a crouch, almost like cat, his grey eyes gleaming as they shifted back and forth, searching for an enemy.

He didn't see any signs of anyone immediately though, either ally or enemy. That soon changed however when moments later he heard a loud, almost deafening roar of rage and anger echoing through the ship. Followed rapidly by a familiar female agent running towards him, her red hair whirling about behind her as she full on sprinted down the corridor.

"Give me a lift up!" Natasha Romanov yelled to Kaneki as she approached.

In response to which Kaneki barely had the time to even process the request and put his hands together as a foot step before she was on him. With the lithe, and beautiful red head stepping into his hands, her other foot landing on his shoulder, before in a single smooth move she leaped to the floor above them.

As soon as she was no longer blocking his vision however, he soon picked up on what she was running from. As an incredibly, almost overpoweringly smelly, green behemoth lumbered into view, tearing through anything that got in his way and roaring as it ran forward, heading straight for the startled Kaneki.

"Kaneki! I'm leaving Hulk to you!" Natasha shouted 'helpfully' over her shoulder before disappearing to go do something else. Ken didn't really know what, or care, as at that moment, a massive green fist lashed out and smashed him into a wall. The blow hitting him head on like a freight train and nearly knocking the breath out of him as he crashed into the metal wall, denting it as he did so.

"Oof!" Kaneki groaned, before his eyes snapped up as he wrestled himself out of the metal wall, his torn muscles already knitting themselves back together and his bones mending as he landed on the ground, the sclera of his left eye already black, and his iris a burning angry crimson.

Not that the Hulk noticed, as Banner's alter ego was already running past him, completely dismissing him as a nonentity that it had already dealt with, as the green monstrosity instead headed toward the opening up to the next floor.

Seeing this, Kanreki knew what he had to do. He wasn't sure what was happening or why Banner had changed, but he did know that allowing the Hulk to go up to the next floor was a very bad idea.

Hm, he wondered if he could break through the Hulk's skin, or what the massive, musclebound mass tasted like. With that in mind, he pulled down his mask and charged the beast before it could leap from this floor to the next.

Moments later Kaneki leaped onto the Hulk's broad back, his strong hands tearing into the Hulk's muscled back, even as he immediately began tearing into the green flesh with his teeth, his unnaturally sharp teeth, and phenomenal bite strength chomping through the Hulk's thick hide and into the meat of its back as he ripped and tore at the back of the creatures neck.

In response to this unexpected assault the Hulk roared, stumbling as it failed to leap through the opening in the floor above. With it instead swinging around, clawing at its back with one meaty hand. With the failing to get a hold of the slim Ghoul, before it then turned and smashed its back into one of the corridor's metal walls, crushing Kaneki as it did so. Which in turn forced him to release his grip as he cried out in pain and fell to the floor, even as his fractured ribs healed up in an instant.

Ignoring this though, Kaneki stood up to face the beast. As he did so he allowed the hunk of flesh he had torn from its back to slide down his throat, after which he then wiped the green ichor away from his lips with the back of his hand.

Almost instantly he felt a sudden and tremendous rush of energy seemingly burned through him, setting his veins alight as pain tore through his body, a pain he ignored with ease as he instead glared hungrily at the Hulk.

The Hulk however, now recognising Kaneki as a threat he needed to smash, turned and faced him, growling angrily as it did so.

However as it did this, Kaneki managed to glimpse that the spot on the beast's shoulder where he had bitten had already fully healed. That was a healing factor on a par with his own, if not greater, and his was practically record breaking, even among Ghouls.

"Come on then." Kaneki growled quietly, his lips curling upwards in a vicious snarl, flecks of green entering both his callous looking grey eye and his hungry looking red one as he glared at the snarling green monstrosity.

In response to that the Hulk slammed both fist on the ground and roared again, his bellow echoing through the entire ship as he let loose his rage, and issued his challenge to Kaneki, one that the hungry, hyped up Ghoul was more than happy to except.

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AN: So that was the chapter, what do you all think? I hope you enjoyed it? Next chapter we will have a battle between monsters which will be pretty interesting, even as the rest of the story progresses and the plot begins to move along. And considering just how far the MCU has progressed since the Avengers, well suffice to say I have a shit tonne of source material to play with.

Not that there will be huge amounts of canon in this story, as I love throwing wrenches in the works, and turning canon on its head, and considering the plots I have for Kaneki, well it's going to be awesome.

Other than that my plot for this story is still fluid, including the pairing, which I have not decided yet. Though I will tell you that it won't be a slash pairing. But there will still be a pairing, as I am a sucker for romance, even if it is a bit unorthodox or odd.

Yep so I hope you all continue to review, as I do love reading them, and any suggestions and what not that people have.

Thanks for reading and I'll catch you later.

Greed720.