I grabbed some supplies, just the basic stuff. Flashlight, knives, poison, etc. Then I put on my usual uniform, black with purple. I slung my packed up bag over my shoulder and headed to the main room.
Stark, Captain America, and Thor were not there, but everyone else was. I walked over to Panther and said, "Where is everyone?"
"Either prepping the jet or moseying around." He answered.
"All righty then, get any specifics from Stark?"
"Nope, well….He was mumbling something about San Francisco. But I'm not entirely sure that's where we're going."
Gi-Ant man came over to us, followed by Hawkeye, "Yeah, Stark said that this morning."
"Um-hm." Hawkeye agreed, apparently lost in thought.
I rolled my eyes, "Anyone have any ideas on identities yet? Or are they just a bunch of middle aged psychopaths that enjoy killing people while in Halloween costumes?"
Hawkeye raised an eyebrow, "No idea, and as far as we know those Halloween costumes could have high-tech weapons in them. Stark thinks they might be the ones who tried to blow up Central Park."
"They didn't try to blow it up!" Stark said irritably, "They were trying to break into the Strikesilver building!"
I felt my eyes widen, "That makes sense, me and my dad we're working on new tech research in that building, we got new shipments of material all the time, they could have been trying to get the samples!"
"What samples?" Panther asks.
"Small amounts of reactive minerals…" I said, and then I realized something, "and of the metal used to make Captain America's shield and my tech! The only thing it can't cut through so far!"
"They would need to analyze the metal in order to improve on the weaponry, so it can cut through it!" Stark grinned.
"What does all this have to do with San Francisco?" The Black Widow pondered.
"We'll find out when we get there." Wasp said determinedly.
I guess I'm not the only one with a grudge against the psychopaths.
We board the jet, Stark at the main control panel, Panther at Navigations, Blondie flying beside the jet doing…. well I'm not sure exactly. Everyone else is just preparing. Wasp has a very uncharacteristic scowl on her face. Gi-Ant man keeps glancing over at her, obviously concerned.
Come to think of it, everyone is acting strange; determination is set in their faces, none of the usual grins and jokes. Not that I don't understand it. The people who managed to tick of every one of us is in for the fight of their life. I can't help but wonder what happened to the others, and why they didn't go after them before.
I took a deep breath, "Ok, you guys know my story. What's yours?" I say addressing no one in particular.
No one answered.
"They made SHEILD betray me." The Black Widow says.
Not very detailed, but then again, mine wasn't either.
"They destroyed my company's reputation. It took me years to rebuild." Stark says after a long silence.
"They hired a tyrant to take my throne." Panther said in a low voice.
"But why target Amethyst? I get the Avengers but why some random teen?" Hawkeye asks.
"But, what happened to Stark and Panther and me happened before we were Avengers." Black Widow says, "If anything, It pushed us towards the Avengers. Stark to build up his reputation, me for anger at SHEILD, Panther for debt."
Panther scowled.
"Only at first, you've more than repaid that debt!" Stark said hurriedly.
Panther nodded, still silent, annoyance radiating off of him.
"Someone put a lot of planning into it, they must have had a motive other than hurting us individually."
"What if they want to take us out all at once?" I suggested after a moment of thought.
"We wouldn't be a threat to whatever they were planning."
"Which they could do because we're a team."
Suddenly there was a lack of noise. An eerie silence stretched for less then a minute before the realization started to dawn on us. Engines.
I rushed out of my seat to a small window, just in time to see Blondie's body hurtling towards the ground. Then I realized one more thing, we were flying over Kansas, there was no one around for several miles, and we were surely going to follow Blondie down.
A screeching sound filled the jet. Another engine down, just more messily this time. We were all on our feet except Stark, (someone had to attempt to save the jet.) The former spies to position on the ceiling and walls, the rest of us followed in suit. I decided I liked the fighting style of that cartoon character, Wolverine. I copied the deadly razors, and Black Widow looked surprised, then grinned wickedly with approval.
Bring it on.
