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Forgotten VII
The fight had been doomed from the start. The Skrull were overwhelming everything Shield had to offer and handing it back on a silver platter. The Avengers had been defeated, the Shield agents had been destroyed, and even The Fantastic Four and the X-Men had been destroyed.
The loss of Captain America had hit everyone hard. The emotional burden was hard on everyone, but the original Avengers had it the worst.
To lose their leader had been difficult, but losing a close friend had been morale shattering.
The fight against the Skrull had nearly turned into a bloodbath when Steve...no, the imposter, managed to get a technovore loose that was after Tony's arc reactor. Tony had to lose the armor to get away, and right before the technovore got him Deadpool entered the fight cackling madly.
Peter would later guilty admit to calling the mercenary which turned out to be a very good idea. Seeing how Deadpool brought all of his friends who joined the fight with whoops of glee and unholy relish.
And unlike the Avengers, they killed.
Not that it was doing Tony any good right then.
The Skrull had managed to catch him and trap him in an abandoned office building. Luckily Tony had been able to grab the blasters from his suit so he stood a chance during this fight.
But the Skrull had the energy shield and nothing was getting through it. If Tony hadn't been so pissed he would be impressed.
"You should just give up Stark!" The Skrull yelled to him while deflecting a blast. It made Tony's stomach turn because that monster was still wearing Steve's face while they fought. But Steve hadn't called him Stark for seven years and it was just one more little sign of how badly they had messed up.
"Can't do that," Tony yelled back, firing another blast while backing up, "See, I have to kick your ass so I can save the world!"
Tony had to duck when the Skrull threw his shield at him but before his blast could connect the energy shield had reformed.
"Is it the world you are saving, or the real Steve Rogers?" the Skrull taunted, battling Tony back despite all of the efforts he'd been making to advance.
At the mention of his friend's name, Tony's face went dangerously blank, "You're going to want to stop talking now and walk away."
The Skrull just smiled darkly and continued, "Did you know that I killed him?"
"Shut up."
"He was weak, trying to save someone who did not matter. It was rather simple really."
"Shut up."
"A bullet to the head. And then he dropped like a bag of rocks. Dropping the building on him was a little extreme, I will admit to that."
"Shut UP!"
"You should be proud. He didn't beg for his life when he saw me. Instead he spit on my face and struggled to fight back even as he lay dying on the floor."
"SHUT UP!"
"Your national hero is pathetic..."
Before Tony could scream at him to be quiet again a manhole connected to the side of the Skrull's head. A moment of stunned silence fell over the two of them as they stared at the shattered pieces of concrete before turning and gazing at the man standing in the doorway.
A leather jacket covered up his shirt and his pants were so dusty they were gray. A determined scowl was across his face and fierce blue eyes glared out from behind the spectacles.
"Touch my friend again and I'll blow your head off," the man growled out and suddenly Tony found it hard to breathe.
It was Steve, there was no other explanation for it. No one else could possibly look so disappointed with the world in general besides Steve.
The Skrull snarled when his eyes landed on Steve's furious face, "You're dead!"
Steve smiled darkly. It was wrong on what had used to be the same innocent face that couldn't understand how to turn on a t.v. and it made Tony wonder what had happened in the time Steve had been gone.
"See, when you try to kill someone, there's a little tip that makes it work," Steve drawled out, rolling his eyes, "Check to make sure they're actually dead so they don't get up and kick your ass."
The Skrull took a step back before demanding, "It sounds like you've had experience with this."
"CIA spook is out to kill me and everyone I love," Steve just shrugged and started walking forward. Each move was deliberate, meant to put him in front of Tony, "Moron couldn't even do that right. He actually beat you as far as stupidity goes. I mean, you got me to lose all my memories, but this dumbass hasn't. So I'm gunning for him."
The Skrull raised an eyebrow, "Steve Rogers didn't kill people."
"Jacob Jensen kills people for a living," and then Steve pulled a gun out of his waistband and shot the Skrull between the eyes,
The Skrull dropped, and then Steve grabbed Tony wrist and began running towards the exit. "Holy shit I just shot an alien between the eyes," Steve muttered to himself as he tugged Tony along, "Cougs is so not going to believe this..."
Tony was just starring at Steve's back, too busy trying to understand what was happening. Steve was there in front of him. He wasn't dead like the Skrull said. His best friend was fine and they would be able to take care of the invasion and everything would go back to normal.
"Steve, you're alive," Tony whispered as they exited the building and ran out into the sunlight.
Steve looked back over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow.
"Of course I'm alive," Steve said slowly like he was talking to an idiot, "Someone has to look out for all of you. Where's your suit Tony?"
"Technovore ate it," Tony answered readily before realising Steve didn't know what one was.
Before he could explain Steve nodded and muttered, "Makes sense. I hate those little bastards" like that explained everything. Tony just stared at him in stunned shock wondering what had happened to Steve in the time he had been away.
Steve turned and fixed Tony with a look before saying, "Go find the rest of the team. I'll deal with this guy. I need all of you to deal with the others and get them off planet. Understand?"
Tony's eyes narrowed and he reached out to grab Steve's jacket sleeve, "I'm not leaving you to fight him. We do this as a team, or not at all."
Steve just snorted, "Tony, you hate teams."
"Well I missed you on the team," Tony admitted softly, "And we just got you back so you can't go rushing off to save the world. You can't die on us Steve, not after coming back to us again."
Steve smiled, and his eyes looked so sad behind the glasses, "Tony, I'm already dead."
"No...no, you can't be dead. I...I won't allow you to be dead!"
"Listen to me," Steve demanded, "Tony, Steve Rogers died five years ago. Jake Jensen died two years ago. Things change, but we have to grow and keep moving with them. I'll fight the Skrull but he won't kill me. Do you want to know why? Because I have unfinished business here I have to take care of."
Steve turned to run back into the building but Tony held onto his jacket sleeve with determination. Turning back to Tony Steve raised an eyebrow and silently demanded an answer.
"Just...come back to us," Tony whispered.
Steve smiled gently before saying, "Always." and then he was off to fight the Skrull.
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Running back into the building without a second thought for his safety was a Jensen specialty. Grabbing a trashcan lid as he kicked the door open had seemed like a good idea to him, and it was further cemented when the energy shield came straight at his head.
Bringing up the lid to block, Jensen smiled darkly.
"That the best you can do?" Jensen demanded, "My grandmother can throw better than you!"
The Skrull just snarled and threw the shield again. Jensen ducked and moved in even closer. The Skrull was wearing his armor, so bullets wouldn't work. The helmet was there so no bullets between the eyes would do any good.
That left Jensen one option, he would have to go hand to hand with the Skrull and kill him that way. Good thing he had a knife on him.
Running forward, Jensen jumped up and grabbed a hanging pipe. Swinging forward Jensen made sure his feet connected to the Skrull's chest. The Skrull stumbled backwards and Jensen was pretty sure it had a couple broken ribs.
Landing on his feet, Jensen narrowed his eyes before moving forward. Duck under the energy shield and then the left side is unprotected. Jab your fist in there and twist, damaged to the kidney which would cause bruising at the worst and internal bleeding at the best.
Lean back, avoid a punch before hitting him in the throat with a fist. Damaged larynx, opponent goes down for a split second. In that second connect foot to the back of the opponents head and press down. Concussion if not broken skull.
Opponent is back up, swinging to make contact with your face. Duck under arm before wrapping both arms around opponents arm. Pull straight up, arm is now dislocated. Spin out of opponents range and connect fist to jaw. Opponent will stumble back, aim kick to chest to knock opponent out of the building through the window.
Run towards opponent, drop to roll because of energy shield. Come out of roll and throw trash can lid so it connects with opponents nose. Move in when opponent stumbles back and pull out the knife.
Move in close and tackle opponent to ground. Pull knife out and press to base of opponents throat. Move it up so the knife presses into the soft spot where the neck meets the jaw. When knife slides in, opponent will die.
"You've become a different man Captain," the opponent...no, the Skrull, growled out.
Jensen, not Steve, smiled darkly and leaned in close.
"Because of you, I had to lose everything I loved," Jensen whispered, "Because of you, I had to watch twenty five children burn to death when I could have saved them. And now you take my face, and deceive my friends and expect anything but this from me?"
The Skrull just scoffed, "Captain America was a weak man..."
"Captain America killed Nazi's with his bare hands," Jensen snarled, "But he's dead now. Jacob Jensen kills for a living."
And with that Jensen drove the knife straight forward. The Skrull shuddered under him but Jensen didn't move. People thought murder was easy, but it really wasn't. It was messy and involved a lot of thrashing and moaning until the victim died of blood loss.
Jensen was luckily trained in this art. He kept the Skrull pinned down until eventually he quit moving and lay there. Large eyes stared blankly at the sky as the skin turned green as the Skrull lay there dead.
Pulling of the energy shield bracelet...thing...Jensen snapped it onto his wrist. With a flicker of light the shield came to life under his hands.
Turning Jensen offered a feral smile to his team, who had gathered and were starring at him in stunned shock. He knew he looked a mess, with torn clothing and covered in blood. Pushing his glasses back up onto his face Jensen grinned at Tony's stunned face.
"That's right bitches, I got an energy shield!"
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