Reassembly
Author's Note:
Anther late chapter…why am I not surprise?
Sorry guys, chronic laziness struck again. Luckily, Suicide Squad was there to inspire me! (At this rate I'll only finish this story after Infinity War)
Also, I'm planning on doing a Suicide Squad story, but I don't know who to put inside the team. Here is the lineup I currently have in mind: Bucky aka the Winter Soldier (replaces Rick Flag), Deadshot, Harley Quinn, Captain Boomerang, and El Diabl. Let me know what other supervillains you would like to see inside.
Anywho, hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
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"My name is Phil Coulson, agent of SHIELD. If you are listening to this message, it means that you have been chosen to be a part of the Avengers Initiative."
Tony's head immediately snapped up at the voice of Agent Coulson, one of the most annoying people Tony have ever met. A little part of him lit up with hope that he survived, maybe he wasn't dead.
But when he saw that it was just a recording that Fury was playing on the touch screen on the meeting table, Tony could practically feel himself deflating, all traces of hope and excitement rushing out of his body, leaving a hunched figure leaning against the uncomfortably comfortable meeting chair.
From the corner of his eyes, he saw that Steve and Logan weren't as affected emotionally (they were probably paying more attention to Fury's speech so they knew it was coming), but they were both leaning forward in their chairs, seemingly interested in what was recorded of Agent Coulson.
So Tony decided it would be worth listening in on.
"I am glad to have the privilege of being the first to congratulate you and welcome you to the team. You have our sincere gratitude for your willingness to put you own life in danger for the greater good of humanity."
"This job is not going to be an easy one. I won't sugarcoat anything. You will train vigorously and face insurmountable challenges. You job is to keep fighting even in such conditions. You can and, eventually, will endanger your colleagues and loved ones. You might have to make incredible sacrifices to save lives."
"Through it all, the pain and suffering, you will have your team and they will be pretty much the only thing you can hold on to. They will not only be your colleagues and fellow soldiers, but they will also be your family."
The moment Agent Coulson mentioned "family", the images of both his parents, the only family Tony ever had, flashed across his mind. "Stop the recording."
Although Fury complied calmly, the other two soldiers didn't seem too excited about it.
"What's wrong?" Steve asked, his voice filled with disgusting concern.
"I-uh." Tony stuttered, unable to get the words out. Since when does Captain Spangles here care so much anyway.
With that thought in mind, Tony left the room, teeth tightly clenched.
"Hey, Tony! Wait!" Steve tried to call out to him, but instead he got a door shut in his face.
…
"What was that about?" Logan asked gruffly, finally breaking the silence.
Steve, who was still staring at the closed door worriedly didn't have a reply. He didn't know Tony enough to have any clue of his behavior. But he knew Tony's dad well, so maybe he might know a bit more about Tony than anyone else.
"I'm going after him." Steve declared as he pushed the button to open the door.
"You sure that is a good idea?" Logan couldn't help but ask.
Steve was silent for a second as he formed the thoughts in his mind. Trying to figure out exactly why he suddenly wants to help Tony.
I guess the both of us lost too much.
"I'm not too sure," Steve told the Wolverine, "but I have to try something."
"Have fun." Was all Logan could offer, before adding "Let me know if you find Loki or something."
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"Do you remember what happened while you were under Loki's spell?" Bobbi Morse asked as she placed a Band-Aid on one of Clint Barton's many injuries sustained over the past few days.
"Every second."
"Then you'll remember me whooping your ass, right?"
"Shut up or I'll smack that smug grin off your face."
Bobbi didn't say anything, as Clint wished, but her annoyingly smug grin was still on her face, just begging for a fist.
Of course, Clint would never hit an unarmed, innocent girl out of the blue. He was just that noble.
"How's Laura? Does she know?" Clint suddenly brought up to change the subject (although he was actually genuinely concern about his wife).
"Not everything, but you have a lot of explaining to do." Bobbi replied with a little smile as she remembered the short conversation she had with her sister over the phone.
"Well, shoot." Clint muttered as he walked over to the toilet. He needed to wash his face.
"Where 'Tasha?" He asked right before he splashed some water on his face and started washing it at the sink inside the toilet.
"You didn't hear her?" Bobbi asked, disbelief clouding her voice. "She said that she's going to get water for you."
"I heard what she said, but where is she really?" Clint asked. He had just cleaned his face and was about to wipe it dry with a towel. "It shouldn't take this long to get water."
Bobbi frowned upon hearing Clint's observation (he always had an eye for detail). She couldn't think of anything that Natasha might be doing that warrants a lie, and even if she was lying, she would know that it wouldn't hold up long. That would only leave one reason for the delay, something unexpected came up.
"I should go check on her." Bobbi declared as she made her way over to the door.
"I don't know if that is a good idea."
"You never think any of my ideas are good."
"Touché"
"There's no need to check on me." Natasha announced, entering into the cell with Captain America and the Wolverine, both suited up, behind her.
"What's this about?" Clint asked wearily. His last encounter with the Captain was not on good terms.
"Easy there," Natasha calmly responded. "We are going to New York. Stark has reason to believe that Loki will strike Manhattan first."
Bobbi and Clint shared a glance at the news before the sharpshooter spoke up, "So you need our help to stop him?"
The Captain nodded in reply, "I've heard many stories about you, Hawkeye. I think you'll be invaluable in the coming battle."
"And, also, we need a pilot." Natasha quickly added.
Clint quickly scanned the team he'll be going with and quickly made a conclusion. "Loki will have an army. This is, at best, nothing more than a squad. It's suicide."
"Stark will also be joining us, but he went ahead to check on Stark Tower." Natasha responded.
"Still not a very good chance."
…
"I know a few street level heroes." Bobbi piped up. "They have... abilities."
"Good, call everyone that can fight." Steve ordered. "We'll need all the help we can get."
"Can we join too?"
All eyes turned to a new group that showed up just across the hallway: STRIKE team 12.
Agent Wrekk was the one who asked, but beside her stood Agent Rumlow. About 10 other soldiers were with them.
"Who the hell are you?" Logan asked, claws from both hand unsheathing with a snikt.
"Calm down," Steve held up an arm to block the Wolverine from moving. "They're my STRIKE team."
"Thanks Cap," Rumlow gave the Captain a nod of gratitude. "You said you needed all the help you can get, so we're here to help."
"We may not have powers, but we can provide support for you guys." Agent Wrekk added.
By then, both the Hawkeye was already suited up and he and the Mockingbird were in the hallway with the rest of the Avengers.
Steve couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as he looked around at all the heroes that were risking their lives for the people of New York. It was the realization of Agent Coulson's Avengers.
"Alright people." The Captain announced, ready to inspire his new team. "We're the Avengers, the only thing standing between Loki's army and the rest of the world. We have no idea what we're going up against, but it's not going to be easy."
"It's going to be dangerous, it's going to be chaotic, and it's going to be ugly. But if we don't keep fighting, no one else will."
"So if you're still with me, then let's go!"
"Avengers assemble!"
"By the way, anyone tried contacting Professor Xavier?" Clint couldn't help but ask.
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Bruce groaned loudly as the sunlight assaulted his eyes after having them closed for a long time.
His head ache as bad as a hangover and more than one part of his body felt sore. Not to mention the fact that he was lying on an incredibly uncomfortable surface.
What… happened?
…
Damn. Bruce thought to himself as the memories hit him like a certain Asgardian god's hammer.
Memories of the initial explosion felt like a slap to the face. The following destruction that he caused was like a punch to the gut.
As he remembered his fight with Thor and Jack Frost and Wolverine, he could feel his stomach churning with discomfort. And…
Oh, hell. What have I done?
He remembers that he threw Jack off the Helicarrier.
…
…after he snapped the poor kid's staff.
Bruce has killed a lot of good people during his many rampages, but for some reason, this one hurts the worst.
Before he could dwell on it any further, he heard a voice calling out.
"Hey, you there!"
Bruce groaned again as he sat up to see who was talking to him.
"You some kind of alien or something?"
The sound of the guy's voice helped Bruce to locate the speaker, who was standing not too far from Banner.
"Can you speak? Dooo yooouuu speeeaaaak Eeeengliiiisssshhhh?"
The guy was actually just a teenager. Red hair, probably dyed. Pale skin. Wearing a casual brown jacket with a black shirt.
"Yeah, I can speak." Bruce replied. As he looked at his surroundings, Bruce quickly let out a sigh of relief. It looks like he fell on an abandoned building. "Was there anyone else here?"
"Nah, your secrets safe with me." The guy replied. "By the way, I think you dropped this." He then threw a pair of pants at Banner.
"Thanks."
…
An awkward silence hung in the air as Bruce put on his pants with the teen watching.
Finally, the kid broke the silence. "Where did you get that shorts? It's stretchy."
"I, uh, I made it myself" Bruce replied as his face turned a scarlet red.
"So… you're some kind of tailor where you came from?"
"I'm-no, I'm not. I'm a…" Bruce mumbled as he fumbled to put on his belt (which was also designed to be stretchy). "Well, actually I'm many things."
…
"You part of the military?"
"Look, kid, can you-
Suddenly, a loud explosion rocked the very earth that the two of them stood on.
The teenager quickly looked out and his eyes widen in horror. "So, uh, you can turn back into that giant green thing again, right?"
Bruce stared at his in confusion and quickly climbed out of the crater that he was lying in.
He got out just in time to see a nearby building get shot by some kind of laser, which promptly exploded.
"Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh!" The teen shouted as he duck behind a pillar. "It's, like, a real life alien invasion!"
"You need to get out of here." Bruce told the teenager sternly "Stay away from densely populated streets and keep away from tall buildings."
"You know we're in New York right?"
"Dammit." Bruce cursed, "Alright, you gotta go through the sewers, you hear me kid?"
The teen turned to Banner with fear in his eyes, "What about you?"
…
"You should leave right now."
"What?"
"I'm gonna turn green."
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Peter Parker stared blankly out his class window as Ms. Johnson droned on about how Shakespeare was the greatest poet or something like that. Very few other students were paying attention to the teacher anyway, so it was unlikely that he would be the one to get caught.
The fan was spinning lazily over the class, which was sweltering hot. Some students were even using their exercise books to fan themselves.
A typical school day.
That is until Peter's Spidey Sense started to tingle like never before. It was disconcerting to say the least.
He began rubbing the back of his neck unconsciously, where there was an annoying tingling sensation that was growing with the seconds.
He snatched quick glances out the window nervously, now focusing more on detail, but there didn't seem to be anything wrong with the city.
He had just started debating with himself whether or not he should leave class to check on the city, when he saw something out of the corner of his mind, and his Spidey Sense took off.
Looking out the window, Peter couldn't do much but gape at the massive blue portal that appeared over New York City.
At that point, he wasn't the only one who saw the portal, within a matter of seconds, a large number of students crowded around the window with Peter.
Once again, sitting beside the window paid off for Peter, as he just had to stand up to get a good view of the city.
"What the hell is that?" Harry Osborne, Peter's friend and classmate asked as he pushed his way towards Peter.
"Shoot me if I know." Someone else muttered back.
"It looks like some kind of… portal." Peter replied Harry, ignoring the random answer that was just thrown in to their conversation.
"Well, damn." Harry muttered before turning back to Peter. "You think Spiderman will be there to check it out?"
Peter glanced back at the large, blue portal that was floating in the sky. "It'll be irresponsible for him not to."
"Hmm," Harry frowned. Although he tried to hide it, Peter knew that Harry was worried about him.
Harry is one of Peter's closest friend and one of the few people who know of his secret identity. They've been friends for as long as Peter could remember, and he knows that if anyone can keep his secret, it would be Harry.
"A-alright class settle down, a-and stay away from the windows." Ms. Johnson stuttered from where she stood in a vain attempt to get her class back under her control.
But, of course, no one paid any attention to Ms. Johnson, Parker included.
That is, until the explosions start.
Suddenly, everyone took Ms. Johnson's warning; the students were backing away from the window like it was the plague.
While most of the class, including Peter, just stood there in shell-shocked silence, some decided it was a good idea to take shelter under their desk out of fear. One or two students even ran out of the class, screaming bloody murder.
The fire alarm, then, started to ring across the entire school, breaking the students out of their shock. An announcement over the intercom notified the students that evacuation procedures are underway and that "this is not a drill".
Although Ms. Johnson did her best to try and organize the students to evacuate in an orderly manner, but she was not having much success, because of people like Peter Parker, who had no interest in evacuating.
"Cover for me," Peter mouthed to Harry, who nodded in response as Peter ran out of the classroom.
But before he can swing out to save the day, however, he needs to face his biggest challenge: Gwen Stacy.
"If there is an emergency and we need to meet up, this will be the rendezvous point." Gwen told Peter as they stood outside a pair of toilets that was closest to their classes.
"Here? Really?" Peter asked with a chuckle.
"Well, if the school is in trouble, I doubt that anyone would run to the toilet."
"I don't know, there are some pretty weird people in our school." Peter countered, his smile still annoyingly wide.
"I know right, did you hear about that one guy who runs around the New York skylines in spandex?"
"Touché, well actually no. No touché. That doesn't prove anything."
"Peter Benjamin Parker, we will not have this debate right now in front of a toilet."
Of course, the rendezvous point stuck, so Peter found himself changing into his Spiderman costume inside one of the stalls while waiting for Gwen to arrive.
"Peter?" He heard Gwen's muffled voice accompanied by several knocks on the toilet door.
"Yeah, I'm here!" Peter called back. "Gimme a sec."
This would be so awkward if there was someone else in here. Peter thought to himself as he put on his boots. Thankfully, no one else was in the toilet; he had made sure of it.
Taking more than a second, Peter finally put on his whole costume and exited the toilet stall he was in. I really need to work on my response time.
"Peter, you are not going out there." Gwen said the second she saw him in his suit. "You're going to get yourself killed. Leave this to the professionals, alright? Like Iron Man or someone."
"Ow, it hurts when you say it like that." Peter mocked pain as he gripped his heart with his right hand.
"I'm serious Peter, this is… big. Too big for you. "
"You know I can't just sit by, I have a responsibility."
"Well, you won't be doing any good if you get yourself killed." Gwen barked back, her voice rising in volume alongside her anger.
"I won't, I promise." Peter quickly replied as he held up both hands defensively. "Look, I have to do this."
"Peter Benjamin Parker, you are not going and that is final."
"Sorry, Gwen. You know I have to."
That is when the slap came.
It was so unexpected that Peter didn't have time to stop it, even with his Spidey Sense.
"What the-"
"Why do always have to be so selfish!" Gwen all but screamed at Peter. "You always go out there and risk your life and be so damn heroic, while I die on the inside because I know that it may very well be the last damn time I get to see you alive. Do you know how it feels? To feel so… so helpless when you go out there and nearly die. Do you know how many nights I cry myself to sleep because I know that what happened to Daddy could happen to you at any time?"
"Gwen…I-
"No! You don't get to say anything! You don't get to go all noble on me!" Gwen cut him off, while she poked her index finger at his chest. She didn't want him to be reasonable; she didn't want him to be so selfless; she didn't want him to be so damn… nice! It makes it harder for her to hate him.
"Why do keep on doing this to me! Don't you care how much it's hurting me? Don't you care about anything other than stupid responsibility or your dead uncle?"
At this point, Gwen broke down into Peter's arms; the same arms that saved the lives of thousands of people. Peter took his hands, the hands that have tied up a multitude of life-threatening individuals, and ran it through her hair. The same mouth that cracked countless jokes murmured words of comfort into her ears as he held her tightly.
"You don't have to go." Gwen whispered. "Iron Man can take care of this. If not then the military will. You can come with me. We'll check on Aunt May. You can keep us safe…" Gwen trailed off.
Peter had waited patiently for her to finish speaking. He didn't know what to say after that, though, so he kept silent.
They stayed in that position for a few seconds that lasted for eternity. Neither wanted it to end, but Peter had to eventually pull away.
"I have to go." Peter said quietly. "I'll swing by Aunt May's to check on her and the neighborhood for a while, and then I'll go into Manhattan. By then there'll probably be not much left for me to do anyway."
Gwen silently nodded, but she still held on to Peter's hands.
The young superhero gently pulled his hands out of her grip and slowly took a few steps back. "I'll be fine. You'll see."
When Gwen still didn't reply him, Peter sighed and then turned to leave.
"Don't die." Gwen finally spoke.
Peter stopped in his tracks and turned back to her. With a smile, he replied. "I don't plan to."
"Neither did my dad."
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ARGHHHH! THE FEELS!
Anyway, sorry if the chapter seem a bit choppy. Everything else that is not included will play out similarly to the movie, so there really is no point in me writing it all out.
So, remember, suggestions for any villains you would like to see in the Suicide Squad story! If you have anything else to say, feel free to leave a review, they help me through the first draft (a superhero movie is needed to get me through the rest of the drafts)!
Now it is time to reply reivews!
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Darck Ben: great chapter
Reply: Thanks man!
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faraway minds: only problem I got is the the fact you keep blanking out the swearing, it gets annoying. either put the swear words in or don't have them. it stops the consistency of the reading. other than that you got a good story.
Reply: Sorry, I thought that it might make Logan and Fury's character more realistic. The blanking out was supposed to be a nod at the comic books, which sensor their swear words.
Thanks for the feedback though.
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Chiara Dello: I LOVE GRANT WARD! Btw Civil War was awesome #TeamIronMan
Reply: Glad you enjoyed the last chapter! I started off being #TeamCap, but I think that Iron Man made better points.
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huskielover94: this is good.. cant wait for more
Reply: Thanks huskielover! Hope you enjoy this chapter as well!
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Not many reviews last chapter, which is kinda sad. But I understand, it wasn't exactly my best work and there wasn't much to talk about.
Sorry, no sneak peek this time. I haven't really set in stone any scenes just yet, so the next chapter might take a while.
