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Tironian's POV
Blood…
….Bodies
Ash…
…Glass
Fire…
…Smoke
I raised my head only for it to throb. My ears were ringing. Smoke and fire were everywhere. Black painted the walls of the old warehouse as flames engulfed most of the building. I felt something on top of me and I felt something underneath me. I felt a liquid flowing from my mouth only to realize it was my blood. Everything was hurting and I could barely breathe. I pushed the palms of my hands against the ash filled floor only to realize something was wrong. I twisted my head and looked at my back but I couldn't. Something was holding me down. I tried with all my might to move but I felt as if I couldn't feel my body well mainly my back. I pushed with all my might but I then regretted it. Something was pressing in my back. It felt like little needles but I could only find out if I pushed this shelf off of me. I tried one more time using not just my arms and back but my legs and hips. With a mighty roar I was able to push the shelf off of my back only to see a horror before my eyes. My back had glass sticking out of it. It was covered in shards of glass. I looked like a freaking porcupine with it sticking out but by the looks of it…it was trying not to. The shards of glass were sinking into my body. As I healed the shards of glass were getting deeper into my skin. I held in a yelp of pain as my body tried to heal around the glass only for the glass to be pushed in farther. As I tried to get up more blood was forced out my mouth.
I then looked down at the thing underneath me. It was a nightmare. She was underneath me. She was holding all of my weight. A burst of adrenaline rushed through my body as I stood up quickly while ignoring the pain throbbing in my back. I used my heat vision and noticed that she was still alive. I sighed in relief as I picked her up bridal style. I didn't realize she would put so much strain on my back that it hurt. I needed to do this for the both of us. I needed to get the both of us out of there before this building crashed on top of us. Natasha stirred in my arms but didn't open her eyes. How I would kill to see those beautiful eyes.
"I need you to wake up sweetheart. I can't let you go to sleep." I whimpered through the blood and agonizing pain coursing through my back. I'm getting ahead of myself let me start from the beginning….
48 hours ago…
I was doing pull ups in the gym. Yes when I say a gym I mean a public gym. Tony's ass wasn't smart enough to put a gym in the house. So at the moment I was doing pull ups while my babysitter sat in the corner with sunglasses on and a small amount of gum in her mouth. She was staring at me like she always does to make sure I don't kill anyone. Legs crossed and a devious smile appearing on her red lips she winked at me. I rolled my eyes. This game between her and I played gave both of us an edge. It gave us the right amount of protection for each other and the right amount of hate for each other. I noticed all the other guys trying to impress her but her eyes stayed on me.
Of course the other men looked at me to see what was so great about me that I had caught the attention of the only girl in here. I actually felt pretty special to be looked at by someone. I felt good that someone actually cared for me. When I got tired of pull ups I then went to the weights which happened to be the closest thing to Natasha unfortunately.
"Hey handsome you missed me? I know you love me but I was just a couple of feet away." she asked with a smirk.
"Nah I was trying to act like a normal idiot and see if I can get a view of your ass." I said to her with so much sarcasm it was literally dripping from my mouth. She chuckled at my statement.
"You lunatic do you even know what normal is?" she asked me with that killer smile.
"Leonard always told me there was no such thing as normal. That what people thought was normal differentiated from other people's normal. Your version of normal is different from my version of normal. Leonard also told me there is no such thing as weird, ugly, or crazy just…different. If there is such thing as normal I am far from it." I responded.
"Buzzkill he is eh?" she asked me.
"Definitely…what are the mission stats for tonight?" I asked her.
"We might as well use the plan we had last night…it worked so well." She responded.
"I don't really know what that was. I was part of the plan but not informed of it." I said to her continuing to lift the weights.
"Seducing our targets," she said looking at the floor for a moment.
"You seducing our targets," I scoffed. She looked at me in disbelief.
"What is so wrong with that?" she asked.
"It is practical and you're not that good at it." I said to her. I knew I started something that I would soon regret. She scoffed at my comment and for a moment she was out of my eye line. Just when I thought I lost her she was straddling my lap.
"Mm," I groaned as control was fading quickly. I put the dumbbell down on the stand but kept my grip on it cause if I didn't hold this something else would be held tightly. Her hands quickly went to my cheeks before sliding down to my neck. Her body was getting very close to mine as her hands slid lower. I could feel her breath on my face and my grip on the dumbbell tightened. She moved her lips over my collar bone then up my neck. My neck tingled with the sensation of her hot breath. Her hands then slid down to the top of my pants and I could feel the tips of her lips on mine. The thought of her kissing me ignited my skin with a flame. The thought of her never doing it extinguished the flame that ignited my skin. Her lips ghosted over mine and I felt my pants get tighter and tighter and tighter. She smiled as she must have felt it too.
"And you said I'm not that good," she seductively whispered with her lips against my ear. She got off of me with a wink. I looked up and noticed the metal bent beneath my fingers and the men staring at both me and Natasha.
"Fine you were right. You are seductively charming but it is very ordinary. Like we need to do something other partners wouldn't have the courage to do on their missions," I admitted in bored defeat. She looked at me while biting the tip of her finger with that devilish smile. Before she could response my stomach growled loudly but not loud enough for everyone to hear it.
"Like…didn't you just eat?" Natasha asked.
"I did but my metabolism burns at enormous rate; therefore, I never get tired," I said with a wink as I grabbed my motorcycle helmet and leather jacket. Closely she followed behind and grabbed the motorcycle helmet also.
Diner…
"Thanks beautiful," I said to the old lady who smiled in delight as she walked away. The food set on the table almost overcrowding it was mostly for my and my gigantic appetite. The food looked delicious actually causing me to put the napkin on my lap quickly before getting comfortable on the booth we were occupying. My back was currently against the wall while my legs lie on the booth with my feet hanging of the edge. Natasha currently staring at me with the most curious of delight she witnessed me almost devour the food.
"Your gaze upon me is flattering," I said breaking whatever thoughts she was having.
"A normal person would look at you as if you were crazy eating all this food and being that fit," Natasha said," but I know for a fact that you are crazy."
"Oh really? Then we are much alike aren't we sweetheart?" I asked as I ate my food.
"Please name something I've done that would cause you to call me crazy?" she asked while leaning back against the booth.
"Well what I know of you is that you have blown up a tank, stopping me from being me, stopping me from killing, being you, courageous enough to try to kill me, seducing me in front of a dozen men…shall I write you a list?" I asked and she nodded with a smile.
"Should I write you a list of what you have done?" she asked as she crossed her legs.
"I have to admit I have done some crazy stuff and somethings unforgiveable but it was for the better," I said as I picked with my food. It was a really interesting topic when you asked me about killing. I wasn't really one to talk about killing but when I was in beast mode I loved it. It was a thrill. It was addictive and fun. Like you couldn't get higher than you were when you took someone's life. Just the fact that you took and had the power to take it but not the right gave me some sort of a thrill. Me killing people would affect what happened in the future. I could stop another holocaust. I could have stopped World War III. I could have stopped the next mutant uprising. I could have stopped another war, another battle, another life lost cause I couldn't kill one. I know what I have one and I don't regret anything.
"Do…do you ever ask for forgiveness?" she asked. I looked her deep in her emerald eyes and saw that she was serious. I put my fork down and wiped my mouth and responded.
"No…I don't," was all the words that came out of my mouth.
"Why not?" she asked with hesitant. I believed she was scared of my answer. And maybe I was right. I also wondered what the KGB did to her to make her this…way. I understood she knew of pain but was pain was inevitable.
I licked my lips before responding. "The need of forgiveness should be pitied. You don't need forgiveness to live it is not a necessary essential of life. It is just something you want so you could feel better about yourself. I don't ask for forgiveness because I don't deserve it. Hope for a better day? Hope that I can be better? It is all a lie. It's a lost hope people believe in so they can have a little happiness."
Her eyes darted back and forth as if she was trying to find the answers to the world. She went quiet so I continued.
"Life asked death 'Why do people love me but hate you?' and death responded with 'Because you are the beautiful lie and I am the ugly truth'. People can't handle the fact that one day they have to die. You see that lady over there? She believes she will die when she reaches her old ages but she doesn't know is that death is closer than she thinks. They deny the truth because they don't like it…," I was saying and her eyes wondered for the truth," you still don't get it do you…? I am the ugly truth and you Avengers are the beautiful lie."
"Life is a beautiful lie and death is the ugly truth…we want you to be the anchor between the two. You are beautiful but you're also the representation of death." That is what the red room told her ages ago. When I said those words it felt like it ignited something in her that seemed asleep for ages. Something inside her had awoken from the depths of creation. The Red room turned her into what she is today…the Black Widow.
"I have a question for you now," as I attempted a small smirk," What did the KGB do to you that made you this way? I mean you think of yourself as if you're not worthy of anything. Frank told me…that you fell in love with a man that was way beyond what you deserve…I don't understand."
"They made me what I am today. Um…my family was killed in front of my face. Engulfed in flames I knew that I would never see them again even as a young child. I was supposed to be wedded to Alexi Shostav who later died in an accident which I soon learned was the KGB's fault. The KGB found me and remade me…turned me into scratch before making me anew. I was taught to kill with no hesitation and do what the KGB needed me to do. Seducing the men before killing them was part of the tactic and I became the infamous Black Widow. Russia soon feared me and I…I had the power. It was the thrill of the kill that drove me further into the grasp of the KGB. I actually met James in the KGB after Alexi died and we sought comfort with each other. James was probably the only person who kept me sane and he also saved me from going to deep and I thank him for that," she said as she stared at one spot on the floor. I understood now the relationship between the two. I wasn't there for her when she needed someone and how could I be. For all I know I was in the army. "The KGB broke me and I thought James was the one who could put me back together but he could only just comfort me. The man I fell in love with…was one of a kind. If you don't believe it but he was the all American super hero and I don't know how but he seemed to put me back together. I don't know how it happened but it was like he didn't even have to try. I was hesitant with my feelings because I didn't want anyone to carry a burden that was mine to carry and now I regret it. He um…he…he died before he could ever know what I felt for him. He died not knowing what I felt."
Whoever this man was had a real power if he could make the Black Widow emotional. I envied this man as he hadn't even tried to get her attention and got her to fall in love with him. I saw the tears welling up in her eyes and decided to change the subject.
"Natasha…you should be grateful that you have feelings because when you don't it is like…you are about to explode," I said to her softly. Then a thought crossed my mind that I wanted to ask her. I needed to ask her. "Uh have you…uh…have you ever met anyone who was not…not worthy of you?"
Natasha looked him directly in the eye before answering with a serious face," I have and he believes I don't know that he likes me…or is interested in me because he doesn't have emotions."
I looked at her and realization hit me. She knew I was interested in her," Ah I was actually…," I was saying as my words were slowing down at the sight of what was on the TV. Hell no.
"What is…oh," Natasha said.
"Ha…ha no…no hell no," I was saying as I was running out of the building. Natasha was trying to run as quickly as she could in those heels which seemed to get longer and longer.
Rasul's factory…
"What are we doing today?" a criminal asked his fellow criminal.
"We are meeting up with the Dark Avenger." The other criminal answered.
"Word is going around that there are two Dark Avengers. One of them is real and the other is fake…how are we to know the one we are meeting with is not fake? The Dark Avenger isn't really one to buying drugs."
"I don't know. But Rasul has created this little trick to see if it is the Dark Avenger…the real one."
"Mr. Avenger sir we're here. Come out come out wherever you are. Let us not be shy." Rasul was saying into the shadows. In the darkness of the room a figure came out. In a skin tight suit a man emerged from the shadows.
"Mr. Avenger I really never had the chance to meet you. All the other criminals say you're a psychopath. You like to kill…when do you ever by drugs?" Rasul asked the fake.
"You know nothing of me so how would you know what I take interest in?" the impersonator growled out. All the criminals cowered in fear but Rasul was not fooled.
"Ok fine if you are the real Dark Avenger you wouldn't mind killing this man right here." Rasul said motioning to the man on his knees next to him. the imposter then pulled out a gun and without hesitation shot the man dead.
"I was worried there for a second. You must be the real Dark Avenger because you just killed the mayor," Rasul said with a wicked grin as the imposter started to quiver in fear," but I know for a fact…that the Dark Avenger doesn't kill someone with a gun. So…who the hell are you?"
Guns were raised at the imposter but before a shot could go off the imposter took off. Rasul's men ran after the trickster with incredible speed. The imposter started to pick up speed and he smiled at the thought until I showed up.
Once the motorcycle was parked I got off my motorcycle brutally not even trying to make an introduction.
I quickly grabbed the man by the throat and bent him backwards over a blade," What did you do?!"
"Now that is the real Dark Avenger." One criminal commented.
"You're the Dark Avenger." The man in the receiving end of my grip said.
"I don't like to repeat myself!" I growled out. I made his head get closer to the sharp blade. "Get Rasul."
The criminals quickly scrambled toward their leader as I kept my eyes on the imposter. Suddenly my phone started to ring. "Natalia get that for me sweetheart."
She reached in my back pocket with hesitation before pulling out my phone and answering it.
"Tironian's partner in kicking ass how may I help you?" she said into the phone.
"What the…anyway it is me Leonard is Tironian there?" Leonard asked from the other side of the phone.
"Yeah he is kind of busy right now," she responded as she looked at the death glare in my eyes. The man cowering in fear beneath me had tears flowing from his eyes and Natasha couldn't help but feel pity.
"Is he with the imposter? Is he dealing with the interference?" Leonard asked with a stern voice.
"Yeah…he is with the imposter but um…you may want to talk to him," Natasha said before handing me the phone. With one hand I balanced the imposter over the blade.
"Sir," I said firmly in the phone.
"Are you dealing with the problem? Did he do anything stupid?" Leonard asked quickly.
"The problem is being dealt with. I shall find out if he did anything bad toward my name." I said as my grip tightened on the imposter.
"Good and keep me informed." Leonard said before hanging up. I put the phone back in my pocket and noticed Rasul and his little army heading my way. I noticed from the corner of my eye that Natasha scooted closer.
"Good morning the Dark Avenger and…Black Widow," Rasul said while staring at Natasha for a moment longer.
"How do you know who I am?" Natasha asked.
"Don't you remember the fall of the infamous S.H.I.E.L.D…all the information was leaked," Rasul said. Natasha soon had a face of realization as she remembered she was the one who leaked all the information.
I groaned in frustration," Rasul! What did this idiot do?"
"Oh he…um…," Rasul was trying to say but he was in much fear of the real Dark Avenger.
"Spit. It. Out!" I yelled at him. I was growing impatient.
"He killed the mayor," Rasul said quickly. A look then appeared on my face. I probably looked crazed but I didn't care.
"He…killed…the mayor. He killed the mayor," I looked at Natasha who looked cautiously looked at me," He killed the mayor!"
"It was an accide-," but the imposter was interrupted when his spine was pierced by the sharp blade. Tears rolled down the cheek of his face before I walked toward Rasul. No mercy. No pain. No weakness.
"Were there cameras in the building?" Rasul shook his head," You sure? Because if I find any cameras in there you're going to end up like this guy. So I'm going to ask again even though I don't like repeating myself. So were there any cameras in the building?"
"Yes there were cameras in the building. Ok look…before I am killed I want you to know as our king that we didn't trust you. The plan was that if you were the real Dark Avenger he was going to trap you and sell you in the Kor'jan black market," Rasul said quickly. Who is he? Who is going to kill him besides me? What did he know of the Kor'jan black market?
"What is the Kor'jan black market? I heard Loranus speak of it but I've never heard of it," Natasha said but I was too focused on the fact that my imposter killed the mayor. If this got out on the news I will be serious trouble
Rasul responded with," It is supernatural black markets were creatures, super naturals, freaks, and all that good stuff go for…how do you say…go to converse and buy stuff for their specific needs."
"Who hired you?" I asked.
Before Rasul got a word out he was shot in the head. His criminals ran away. How pathetic. If they were my soldiers they would have been dead by now.
"How many people do I have to kill today huh?" I whispered to myself. Quickly I turned around and immediately knew who it was.
"Punisher," I acknowledged. Ah how I would love to beat his ass. I know you're wondering what happened between us but that is it. Nothing happened. He may have interrupted my mission one time and found out who I was and what I did but I also found out what he did which seemed to put my bad thing in the dust.
"Widow and…the wannabe Avenger," I laughed at his comment.
"Your funny but who here thinks there a punisher…Oh I think that is you," I responded to Frank.
"Would you two stop bitching? Frank what the hell are you doing here?" Natasha asked as she looked at him.
"Oh you didn't hear? I'm joining you on this-," but I interrupted.
"The. Hell. You. Are," I said slowly while looking him directly in the face.
"Sadly yes but I will have fun tormenting the both of you." He said with a smirk. I really wanted to kill him.
"Or…a fatal incident could happen and we couldn't save you," I said with a hint of truth behind my words. He held one of my greatest secrets and they could die with him.
"I could shoot you in the head," he said aiming his gun.
"The bullet would not affect me," I said walking towards my bike. This idiot was putting me on the verge of something destructive. Once I sat on the bike it kind of got low. Like the bike literally bounced up and down from my weight.
"Hey big guy I think you're beginning to weight that bike down," Natasha said as I got off of it and she got on it," Don't worry I will let you run the rest of the way home."
"Need to ease up on the fast food don't we," the Punisher chuckled.
"Natasha …remember that commitment I made not to kill if not necessary?" she nodded," I'm about to break it."
"You want to kill me eh? Let's see what you got," the punisher said. I laughed at him and decided to play his little game.
"Alright then…let me make this a fair fight," I picked up one of the biggest guns on the ground and threw it at him," take your best shot."
He looked at the gun and nodded with a smile before aiming it at me. My heart beat was steady and my brain focused on the impact my body was about to take. It seems as time slowed when the first two bullets flew out of the gun. The bullet then pierced the skin of my chest only to dent from the metal encasing my bones. I looked down at the two bullets dented and flicked them off with the slightest of ease. My foot slowly took a step forward as my pace started to increase.
"I let you have your shot…now let me have mine," I said as his bullets started to rapidly fire at my body. Once I reached him I slowly bent the barrel of the gun. He then did the stupidest thing a person could ever do. He punched me in the face. He punched me in the face. My face only moved probably about an inch before I looked back at him. He was shaking his hand from the impact of his bone against my enhanced bone structure. Who is stupid enough to punch vibranium? My eyes quickly grew red as a devilish smile appeared on my face.
I pulled from the gun from his grip and punched him the face.
"Well damn someone has been working out since our last meeting," Frank said and I just wanted to choke the shit out of him. From the corner of my eye I saw Natasha's eye brows raise from the tip of her sunglasses. Damn it, I was going to have to do some explaining.
While I was distracted he quickly grabbed one of my knives and marked my cheek. The cut healed as quickly as it was cut. I grabbed his wrist and crushed down on his hand making him release the knife. In midair I caught the knife while bent on my knee. I then cut the back of his knee, then his hip, then chest, and last his cheek.
"Ready to stand down?" I asked while holding the knife to his neck.
"Um…no," he said before he grabbed my hand and using my strength against me he lifted up his lower body and wrapped his legs around the back of my neck. I got what he was trying to do. He was trying to take my breath away with the back of his hips against my stomach, his hands holding onto the both of mine, and his calves wrapping around the back of my neck. I thought of the only I could do and dropped my ass to the ground. Shock appeared on his face as he realized that his back was about to hit concrete but before it could I used my reflexes to plant my feet on the ground and held the both of us up.
"Oh thank God," Frank pleaded and he looked at me with relief until I smiled. I quickly dropped his ass on the concrete and his reaction was priceless. He curled up in agony from the pain surging through his back.
"Ready to stand down or you want to go again?" I asked with my hands up.
"Nah I'm good," Frank responded with high pitched voice. I nodded before walking away towards the red head waiting for me. She looked very intrigued and interested.
"Enjoy the show beautiful?" I asked her.
"Just noting that you would practically sacrifice your body to take someone out," she said looking up at me.
"If that's what it's called for…I will sacrifice my body," I said before trying to get on the bike again but she held me back.
"No…you're running home remember?" she asked before putting my helmet on. I sighed and looked at her while rubbing my hands over my head," Aw is that your best puppy face?"
"No," I pouted as she grabbed my chin with the tips of her fingers and ran her fingers over my chest. "Don't forget to pick up Tony's new machinery and Leonard's package." She quickly drove off and I sighed.
"Ha your girlfriend leave you?" Frank asked with a painful voice from his curled up position on the ground.
"Shut it! I heard you had a thing for Maria Hill so you cannot talk about me." I said still looking on the path of dust in the air.
"Ha at least mine doesn't have a boyfriend," I quickly turned around toward frank and walked toward him.
"Before you kick my ass again I need to say that there were cameras in that building but they produce live feed so whoever was recording the imposter already has the video. I know what you're going to ask and no…it cannot be traced. You know the cops are going to be hunting you," I think he was doing this on purpose to make my life worse. I groaned before looking at the trail of dust from the air which settled among the dirt and took off like a speeding bullet.
The mansion…
I walked in the mansion sweaty with all the things I needed to pick up and headed for Tony's lab. It was empty and dark just how I like it. I quickly put Tony's stuff down in the corner and my curiosity overwhelming my senses to leave I wondered the dark room of the lab. I noticed all kinds of things. I noticed his multiple Iron man suits hanging up in the corner. I noticed all the different liquids pent up against the wall. I even noticed my motorcycle suspended in the air and multiple tools surrounding it. It was wondrous in here. So many possibilities that could send you into a bigger world. Nothing can go pass the limit of the mind. I then wandered into a little corner with a miniature TV that seemed to be paused and next to it was what I recognized to be Betty's notes. My finger came up to press the play button and something…happened.
I cannot describe it but it was horrid. Betty was walking around in some sort of chamber while pondering in the chamber. She seemed like she was more like pacing back and forth. As time passed I grew bored and before I left I saw…it or whatever the hell it is. Betty was transforming into the Hulk or another form of it. It was red. It was big. It was humongous. But before I could wonder any further Tony entered the lab.
"Hey…buddy," Tony said slowly watching my every move. I kept silence and shifted my feet under his nervous gaze. "So watcha doin'?
"Um…I was dropping off the equipment you order," I said motioning to the boxes in the center of the room," wondering if you needed any other help with anything."
"Speaking of that I do," he said as he walked toward a dark corner of the room. I followed closely behind him," I built you something and I want you to try it out."
"Why do you make me these things when I am your enemy?" I asked curious as to why a hero like him would build things for a villain like me.
"Well at the moment you are my ally and besides you remind me of someone I used to know…a friend of mine…a captain," he said the last part softly. I never knew Toy Stark grew soft. I decided not to delve into the depression.
"Alright then let me see what you got," and suddenly the lights flashed on," I'm slightly impressed."
"What do you mean slightly? This is the highest of the high…probably the best thing I have ever made," Tony said with joyful tears. It was amazing. The suit…the dog's suit. It was amazing wait I already said that. It was stunning. It was a bullet proof armor that had the outlines of a warrior as grey designs were carved into the black suit. I then realized the designs were my tattoo. Instead of a hood there was a full head helmet that only my eyes were visible. Were my eyes where was my scar traced in grey on the black helmet. It was a vest for Shadow which had weapons attached to it and goggles and everything with little doggy shoes at the bottom. It was amazing.
"The thing about this suit is that it adapts to the temperature like you do. It can't melt. It can't freeze. It also emits that dark gas which is impressive by the way. Your boots were upgraded to absorb shock and your gloves designed to take impact. These metal bands go around your arm to maintain and measure your heart rate. And I didn't forget about Shadow. He is so sweet and huggable I wanted to turn him into the terminator," Tony was saying with excitement. I traced the lines of the suit and wondered what they were.
"What are these lines?" I asked.
"OMG! I forgot. This is probably the best feature of the suit…the lines of the suit holds with in them a liquid of sorts. The liquid stabilizes your body to keep you from having blackouts and stuff. The lines look like your actual veins!" Tony said with excitement.
"Tony…it is…it is amazing but…but I cannot accept," I said backing away from the case that withheld his creation.
"Why not?" he whined.
"Um how about we save it for a better time alright? I don't want to abuse it," I lied. I really loved the suit but I just couldn't accept. Taking something from my temporary ally would be wrong and Leonard would probably kill me. I started to leave the room.
"Alright buddy goodnight," he said to me as he was still looked at the suit. I took a quick glance back at the miniature TV before walking out.
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12:00 pm…
I sat on my bed staring out the window surrounded by drawings like I always was when my mind was blank. For some reason I kept drawing these shields. Like a literal shield with a little too much detail arrived on my paper somehow and it was a mystery to me as of why. I brushed the thought off.
The gigantic box sitting in the corner from Leonard caught my attention but I would just have to open it tomorrow.
Too much to think about and too little time to think. Ever since Natasha mentioned I look like someone she once knew realization dawned on me that…I don't know anything I did before the two years I became this. Who was I? What was I? What was I to do? I knew too much but also too little. My mind was empty. There was too much to think about and I couldn't think of any of it. It was killing me. Everything was killing me. I looked out the window and looked at the moon and stars. Too much was going on and I can't handle it. I looked at this moon almost every night looking for answers I could never find. Who was I before this? Why can't I remember anything before becoming this? Why was I always being compared to a man I never met or seen or heard of? Leonard told me of life I never knew of. Redger told me of a name I didn't know to be mine. Why couldn't I remember my life before the two years in hell? Why couldn't I feel? I grabbed the drawer in front of me and threw it to the other side of the room. I can't feel. I can't remember! I grabbed the front of the bed and flipped it over. The mirrored then shattered at the impact of the lamp I then threw.
I am a soldier at war but I didn't know who I was fighting.
"I can't feel. I can't remember. I just…can't," I whispered to myself. My fist then made contact with the wall and a hole was made. It then hit me. I looked at the gun on the ground and quickly grabbed it. I pointed it at my head. I can't do it. I can't do it. I cannot do anything! My breath was raging and I couldn't take control as my finger pulled the trigger. BAM!
All I got was a headache.
The side of my head had a whole in it only to show the metal beneath my exterior before healing quickly. I ripped my hoodie in half and looked at my bare torso. I looked in the broken mirror to see my eyes yellow and the black veins standing out from my lightly tanned skin. My heart was black. You could see it from my bare chest…my black beating heart. I looked at nothing but the ground. Am I going crazy? What am I turning into? What am I becoming?
Suddenly I felt hands on the side of my cheeks. I quickly flinched away but the soothing touch brought me back. I looked at the green eyes shining among my yellow ones. Her hands went beyond my cheeks and toward my neck. She lifted my head up to look at hers and I truly looked at her. The way her eyes bore into mine. The way her hands soothed my aching and strained muscles. The way her voice soothed my vigilance. The way her smile brought me peace amongst the war. The way the sound of her heart beat calmed mine. The way she laughed was a melody to my ears. The way my body reacted to her every move.
I fell to my knees. I couldn't handle all of it. All the darkness trying to break through was overwhelming. The control was fading fast and she was the only one who seemed to have the control. I brought my hands to the back of her thighs and brought her closer to me while my head rested on her stomach. She rubbed my back with her soothing hands. She was my control.
The peace to my vigilance
The beauty to my beast
Could she truly love a beast like me?
After what seemed like hours of staying in this position with me on my knees and her crouched in front of me I felt something wet against my cheeks.
"What is this?" I asked rubbing my hands against my cheeks.
She produced that magnificent sound known as laughter," There called tears idiot."
"These…tears are horrendous and volatile," I said and she chuckled again. She helped me even when I was at my worse. Slowly she bent down as my hands ran up her sides. She separated the sides of my ripped hoodie and examined my body. Her hands traced the darkened veins of my body before looking up at my eyes as they slowly faded back to blue. I slowly put my forehead against hers.
My love.
Morning…
"It actually isn't that bad."
"It is going to weigh me down."
"Stop being a sissy and put the damn thing on. We have a mission in less than ten so come on."
Natasha soon walked into what used to be my bedroom to see what we were fighting over today I assumed.
"What is it now?" she asked sleepily. Slowly I turned around to reveal the new addition to my outfit.
"It is chain," she said to me and I nodded. The chain I held in my hands possessed a power Leonard told me but I don't really know how it works. I just held it in my hands looking pathetic as ever. Like what the hell was I supposed to do with it? Leonard said it did something special but how would I know what that is when I don't even know how the damn thing works.
"Leonard said something about it being 'special' but I really don't see anything special about it besides the blade on the end of it," I said to her as I started to swing the chain around.
"Whoa there buddy ease up," Frank was saying.
"Nah I'm good just give me a sec. I haven't used a chain blade in a long time," I said. The blade swung with the length of the chain as I started getting better at it. My pace was starting to pick up while both watched in awe at my skills. I decided to test how good I was by aiming the blade above Frank's head. As the blade reached for the wall my hand slid as the chain also slid out of my grip. I was pretty good as the blade landed right above Frank's head.
Frank looked at the blade before shooting me in the chest. "Bitch."
My deep chuckle rumbled through my chest as I flicked the dented bullet off my chest. "Target practice my friend, until I actually find out what this thing can do."
I hooked the blade on my on my belt loop as it hung and swung as I moved. I looked up only to notice what the Black Widow had on and she made my jaw drop. Her knew Black Widow outfit had been…upgraded. Instead of her usual Black Widow outfit it had a hood and scarf like mine with knives and guns equipped everywhere on her body. Her abs where also outlined like mine.
"Aww man…now I'm going to look like the third wheel with you guys looking like the new Batman and Cat Woman," Frank whined and my mind wondered to Batman again before focusing on the beauty before me. She was like the female version of me. Then my mind wondered to her in my uniform.
"Hey buddy your eyes are glowing again. You good?" Frank asked with a slight smile. I knew he must have known about what I was thinking.
"Yeah…yeah I'm great," I said not taking my eyes off her. She gave me a once over as she retreated back to her room but not before whispering 'Men'.
"Uh you might want to put that away," Frank said with a chuckle motioning to the top of my pants. I looked down before regaining my composure as my pants slowly got less tight. What this woman did to me was unexplainable.
The black market (Third person POV)…
"What the hell is that?" Frank asked as they walked amongst the freaks, mutants, and super naturals of the world. Walking with Natasha and Frank, Tironian felt all the eyes upon him. Truth is most supernatural creature feared the Dark Avenger, some admired him, and others despised him for ruining the peace which was let upon the world for once. Tironian walked behind the Natasha and frank who seemed obvious to all the glares and stares they were receiving.
"Frank pull on the chains one more freaking time and I will rip your damn throat out," Tironian growled through his teeth," give Natasha the chains before we end up one man down."
"Aw can't handle me big guy," Frank asked with a smirk.
"My foot is about to be shoved up you're a-," Tironian was saying before he was cut off by Natasha.
"Both of you shut the hell up," Natasha demanded as she grabbed the chain from Frank that held me bound.
"I promise you if it wasn't for our covers I would have killed you by now," Tironian told frank.
"Can't keep your hands off me eh?" Frank asked. Slowly Tironian lifted his foot up and stomped on Frank's hard. As he bent down to aid his hurt foot Tironian lifted his foot up and kicked him in the face.
"Ugh! You little bitch!" Frank cried.
"Don't you forget it," Tironian responded. He walked toward this old looking lady who was transfixed on something.
"Hello Miss Luna," he said sweetly to the old lady.
"Hello Amor," the old lady acknowledged.
"Miss Luna how many times do have I to tell you to call me Ti'?" Tironian asked her.
"Till the day I die," she responded as she turned around and started to mix the colorful concoctions," Let me guess, you want the usual?"
"Yes ma'am and if you could…could you pump up the dosage?" Tironian asked. He was waiting on her to finish making the stuff and when he looked up he noticed men with guns roaming the sides of the black market. The men seemed to keep pointing to a large cage that moved every now and then.
"So…I'm assuming you're not only here for me. Are you going to kill them?" Luna asked as she frequently eyed the men also.
"That is the only purpose I was created for," Tironian sighed as Luna handed him the stuff.
"You idiot, you were created for a better purpose than to kill," Luna sighed out as she got up on her cane," you were created for a bigger purpose. One day you will change the world…along with that little lady over there."
Tironian looked at Natasha and Frank who seemed to be in a never ending argument on the Hulk buster vs the Hulk himself but all he was focused on was Natasha. "Luna she isn't just going to change the world…but also my life."
"There ya go boy. I knew something was in that hollow head of yours. Now get your skinny ass over there and kick some ass," Luna said as she hit Tironian's ass with her cane.
Tironian walked back toward Natasha and Frank. They both seemed to notice the guys around the room also.
"You see them?" she asked Tironian who nodded without taking his off of the mystery men. Frank was slowly starting to pull out his guns and Natasha was starting to charge up her widow bites.
"Um here," Tironian handed Natasha a vile of liquid," it is Black Widow venom. Enough to take out an army, um…you can ask Tony if he can make something for you to inject them with but let's just say it is a gift from me to you."
Natasha stared at the vile before looking at Tironian," Or I could kill you with it."
"Is that your way of saying thank you," Tironian responded as he walked off.
"No…I can literally kill you with this," she quipped.
In response Tironian rolled his eyes before walking off. "Hold them off while I go…do something."
"You better not leave us to die here. I promise you I will comeback from the grave and kick your ass!" Frank yelled as I ran up the stairs of the market. It was dark that was all he could tell you but using his night vision Tironian saw it was a theatre. An old abandoned theatre. He always wondered what the black market was under. It was called the Underground Black Market for a reason but Tironian never knew it was under a theatre. Tironian sat down in the red ruined plush seat as he held the bag of drugs and he picked out one specifically. This drug gave him control over the beast while still being in full beast mode and he wanted to test it out but he felt as if he needed to wait.
Underground…
"How the hell did this happen again?" Frank asked as both he and Natasha were backing away from the mysterious men while super naturals and other mutants ran to the far corner of the market.
"Well is you would stop pissing people off maybe we wouldn't be in this situation," Natasha stated.
"I didn't piss them off! I pissed you off!" Frank yelled in defense.
"Dammnit Frank that is the reason we're in this situation!" Natasha yelled back.
"Don't tell them my name! They could hunt me down!" Frank responded.
"That was the point!" she yelled. Currently Natasha and Frank were backing away from a twenty man army with supernatural weapons in their hands and a big ass crate behind them.
All of a sudden Tironian landed in front of Natasha and Frank as the men abruptly stopped their creeping.
"Took ya long enough," Frank whispered.
Tironian looked at the men before him as he rose to his full height. "I will deal with them…get the crate."
Frank nodded after looking at Natasha who manned up and walked beside Tironian who gave her a side glance.
"What are you doing?" he asked as the both of them started walking closer to the armed men.
"I'm helping you," she said without looking at his moon bright eyes.
"You're funny. I don't need your help," he quipped.
"Oh no…I'm helping you from killing them…well some of them," Natasha responded. Then the battle begun as both killers took on two men at a time. Tironian slid his feet underneath both of the two fighters before kicking one in the face and punching the other in the throat. He looked over to see Natasha strangling one of the men with her legs while stabbing the other in the leg, paralyzing him.
Sixteen more
Tironian then kicked one of the men in between his legs before bringing his knee up and shoving his nasal bone in his forehead.
"Becoming a little less professional are we?" Natasha asked with a smirk as she held one of the men with her widow sting.
Tironian chuckled with that baritone of a voice," When was I ever professional sweetheart?"
"Knife," Natasha yelled at him as he threw the knife her way and she caught it swiftly before slitting someone's throat.
"And you talk to me about killing eh?" he asked while punching a man until he was knocked out.
Eleven more
"Kill some…save some," Natasha responded. As one aimed to shoot Natasha, Tironian kicked the gun out of the man's hand before ducking a punch then kicking him in the face. Both nodded at each other before continuing the fight. Before he realized it Tironian was in a standoff with six guys as Natasha was taking on the other four.
Eyeing all of them carefully he noticed the guns weren't real. Dammnit Natasha had him all frustrated that these were real guns. What he forgot was that the Avengers rarely run in with the supernatural type and their weapons.
Frank's area…
"Ugh Dammnit this thing is so freaking hard to open," Frank said out of breath from trying to open up the cage. He got so impatient and tired he brought out both his guns and shot the cage open only to hear a loud roar.
"Whoops…I done pissed off something," Frank whispered as he started backing up from the slowly opening cage.
Fight…
"Son of a bitch," Tironian said before snapping one of the distracted men's necks. Jumping off another guard's chest while knocking him into the hard brick wall, Tironian brought up his fist before banging against another guard's head. Ducking a punch and blocking a kick Tironian did a spin kick and knocked a guy out. Another guard came up beside Tironian but Tironian slipped his feet underneath the guard before they both toppled over and ending with Tironian's elbow in the guard's ribcage.
One more
The guard punched, kicked, and hit but all were blocked by Tironian's quick reflexes. Impatience got the better of him as he jumped up in the air and kicked the guard in the chest with his feet held together.
"And that is how you get it done," Tironian said as he pushed himself up only to see Natasha swinging around a gun and leaning up against a wall.
"Took you long enough," she yawned.
"I was taking my time to savor the kill you know," he responded as he walked closer to her. Both their bodies were so close together and they were both caught in the moment. His hand moved to her hip and his primal nature kicked in as he pulled her closer but their moment was interrupted as a large roar erupted from the back of the crate.
...Play Eminem - Survival...
"Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit," Frank was saying as he was running away from someone…or something.
"Frank what the hell did you do?" Natasha asked as she stepped back from Tironian's embrace. The gigantic crate was then crushed by…a fist?
"We need to go…like right freaking now cause that…that is not human," Frank said as he ran behind Tironian. "Big guy I'm trusting you with my life right now."
"That is the stupidest decision you have ever made," Tironian responded as he moved to the center of the market. He took a needle out of his pocket and a medical rubber band. Tironian tied the rubber band around his arm as he looked back and forth from what he was doing and what the thing was doing. Damn that thing is big Tironian thought. Quickly with little hesitation he plunged the needle in his arm.
"Tironian I don't believe now is a right time to get high," Natasha said as she stared at the monster.
"Who the hell told you I get high from this stuff?" Tironian asked but he soon realized. "Frank."
"I told her that…you know what…I'm not going to even bother," Frank said as he continued to back up.
Tironian then felt the effects of the drug as it started taking over. "Damn." The drug was hitting him hard as he fell to his knees from the pain. The needle dropped from his hand and he held his hand on the ground to hold him up. He felt himself blacking out again but it felt different. He felt more powerful. He also felt a hell of a lot more pain. Before he knew it the monster was slowly walking towards him. Come on hurry the hell up he thought. Tironian tried to get up from the pain but it was overwhelming. Next thing that happened hurt like a bitch as the beast punched him hard enough that it knocked him into the wall.
Both Frank and Natasha looked at Tironian before looking back at the beast approaching them. "You still want to trust Tironian with your life?"
"Um…," Frank looked at Tironian slowly getting up from the pile of rocks,"…no."
The lights then started flickering on and off before it went off.
The lights then flashed back on and Tironian was in the air punching the beast in the face knocking him across the room. Tironian stood in the middle of the market looking at the beast but something was different about him. His veins were darkened, his eyes were glowing yellow and his muscles were flexing.
"Pass me the chain," Tironian said. Natasha then threw the chain at Tironian but he didn't catch it as it fell on the floor. He held out his arm and the chain slid up his arm like a snake before the middle of the chain lit up like a luminescent light but it wasn't light…it was fire.
Tironian stared at the beast as it got up," Hell yeah," he growled while showing his white teeth before attacking. The beast roared before charging at Tironian and the battle begun. Tironian jumped up in the air before whipping the monster in the face with a chain blade. The monster backed up in pain before it started to throw stuff at Tironian and Tironian dodged with ease. And the monster seemed to get angrier as it jumped in the air and landed on Tironian.
"Damn," Natasha whispered.
"I got a hundred bucks on the monster," Frank whispered and Natasha thought about it before shaking Frank's hand.
The monster then brought its foot up quickly as it was smoking and bleeding from what was assumed to be the chain blade. Tironian got out of the ground with hurry as the chain blade left his hand before it surrounded the monsters foot and Tironian pulled. The beast seemed to fall with a thud and the ground shook.
"Bitch," Tironian whispered as he got out of the hole and adjusted his hood.
The monster got up really quick and started smashing the ground before it roared as it charged at Tironian. Tironian's eyes widened as he ran toward the monster also before sliding underneath the monsters legs and scratching one leg while putting the monster on one knee. Putting his nails into the ground and slowly stopping his movements he turned around and started to run toward the monster's back. With a lot of momentum he jumped in the air.
Both Natasha and Frank looked in awe at Tironian practically flying in the air. Whipping the chain around and catching the monster's horn with it Tironian landed on the ground and pulled hard ripping the horn and making the monster fall face forward in the process. Tironian walked slowly toward the monsters face before wrapping the chain around its neck and snapping it. He got off the back of the monster as he cracked, pop, and stretched his tortured muscles. His uniform was ripped a little and his wonderful and glorious abs were peeking through.
He started walking toward one of the rooms as he grabbed a gun from the floor.
"Aren't you supposed to be killing everyone in the building right now?" Natasha asked eyeing his beastly figure.
"The drug…the drug gives me control. I have to talk to Leonard tomorrow if you don't mind coming with me," Tironian said as they all walked toward the room. He wasn't stupid as he saw Frank give Natasha the money. He loaded the gun up before aiming it at Frank.
"What are you doing?" Natasha asked but before she could stop him Tironian shot Frank multiple times in the chest.
"Man I hate using a gun," Tironian sighed as if it wasn't a big deal killing a friend. Natasha looked in pure shock as Frank lie on the ground dead. Walking over to the corner of the room Tironian removed a stone and brought…Frank out of it unconscious.
"He was a shape shifter sweetheart. Frank doesn't stay quite that long and he never full fills his end of a bet," Tironian said as he dragged Frank's body up the stairs. Natasha was frustrated at the thought that Frank was easily knocked out and she grabbed one of her guns and walked up the stairs trying to get this mission over with while killing everyone in her way. Breaking the door and showing no tolerance for patience Natasha killed all the guards with the gun she held within her hands.
"Boris Babushkin ex – member of the Russian Mafia put your hands up and don't move," Natasha said aiming her gun at the only living being left in the room. She pulled the trigger to shoot him in the leg but nothing came out and Boris took off. With a sigh she lowered her gun and scratched her forehead. Tironian slowly came up next to her and with his hands behind his back he said nonchalantly. "You know it would be better if you shot him in the leg before killing everyone in the room and ask questions later."
"Tironian," she sighed as she crossed her arms and rubbed her forehead," Shut the hell up and get him."
"Yes ma'am," he said before taking off like a bullet. Natasha then looked at the unconscious Frank on the couch. "Son of a bitch."
She dropped her arms to her side as she slowly walked over to Frank and picked him up.
In the night of the city…
Tironian had an interest in chasing people. They knew he was after them and he was just fascinated by the chase. The anticipation and adrenaline pumping through your veins sent him over the edge. Sometimes Tironian could hear the beat of their hearts and it made him run faster. The night. The prey was in the predators element and those are the best situations for the predator. His territory. His darkness. Everything inside him ignited during the night or when it was dark. He always felt as if him and the darkness were one. The darkness portrayed his how do you say…personality. Mysterious. Playful. Dark. Unpredictable. It also held many secrets and hid many also. The darkness was where the most interesting of things happened.
Tironian eventually decided it was time to end the chase as he quickly caught the criminal but ended up flying through a warehouse window. Tironian shook his head from the blow as he quickly got up and looked at the recovering ex – communicated.
"Well that was fun," Tironian said as he brought up his leg and kicked Boris in the side before forcing him against the wall. "What are you doing with that kind of machinery?"
"What are you talki-," Boris was interrupted.
"My partners may have not seen it but I noticed the machinery being moved behind the market during the magnificent chase," Tironian said with a smile as he threw Boris across the room. "What is the purpose of that equipment?"
"What if I told you we were working from someone huh? What if I told you that that someone was planning something big? What if I told you the past was coming to the present?" Boris said with a bloody smile. Tironian then punched Boris in the face.
"If you told me that I would have to kill you," I responded.
"Not if I kill one of you first," Boris was laughing as he pulled something from his pocket which was a gun but he didn't aim it at Tironian. He aimed it at a shadow in the corner. He aimed it…her.
Tironian's POV
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Out of nowhere came an army of men who had military grade RPGs. Instinct took over as I ran toward Natasha and held her body against the wall. Her back against my front as I put my hands on the side the wall on either side of her head. Bullets pierced my back and my screams were held in as I knew it would do me no good. I then noticed a tank of propane beside me and thought of the only thing I could do. Grabbing my chain I swung it at the tank then…
Bam!
Pitch black.
Minutes later…
And that is how we arrived at the moment before us…
"I need you to wake up sweetheart. I can't let you go to sleep." I whimpered through the blood and agonizing pain coursing through my back. Natasha was bleeding profusely and I couldn't stop it. No no no I would not let this happen. At this moment right now I would never feel so helpless in my life like I did now. Fire was surrounding us and dead bodies lie everywhere. It was my fault. I should have known she would be here quickly it was her mission too and she took my motorcycle which could reach faster speeds than me. Natasha started to mumble something under her breath but I couldn't catch it even with my enhanced hearing. The roar of the fire, the sound of the building collapsing slowly, and sirens was drowned out with my focus on Natasha. She mumbled something again and I was able to catch it.
Frank.
He must have been conscious by now and I looked around everywhere but I couldn't see him. Then I used my sense of smell to see if I could find his profound smell through all the smoke. I could actually smell him but I knew that I was now suffering from smoke inhalation just to smell his ass. I ran through the roaring fire while shielding Natasha from the flames. Wait wait hold up. I can't carry both Frank and Natasha. My mind races to find an answer I can't seem to know. I look around for any exit not engulfed in flames but I find none.
Then I find it.
You can say it is inspiration per say but it's something. Slowly I set Natasha on the ground next to Frank before I ran back a few feet while ignoring the pain coursing through my back as I was focused on saving her. With intense pain and a lot of force I ran toward the wall. Right now I am probably suffering from smoke inhalation, spinal injuries, and now a concussion.
The will to save Natasha…and Frank overcame my pain as I walked back and ran toward the wall.
Moonlight.
I break the rest of the wall down and I get both Natasha…and Frank.
"Frank," I cough through the blood.
"Hmm," he hums as he shakes his head.
"Wake the hell up. I did not get my ass kicked by a monster just for you to die. I could have let the monster eat you," I said as the blood was flowing from my mouth. Too much was going on and my body couldn't heal properly as I almost fell to my knees as I picked up Natasha.
"You know…know you…you would not have…had let that mon…monster eat me…you love me too much," Frank said and I rolled my eyes. with one hand I helped Frank up. I limped out of the building and into the night.
I looked at Natasha knowing as she was bleeding profusely.
"Are you with me beautiful? Come on sweetheart let me see those beautiful eyes," I plead. I could not…I would not let her die. She peaked one eye open and I sighed in relief.
"Aww…you think I have beautiful eyes," Natasha groaned out. I choked out a little chuckle.
"Yeah the best one here," Frank said as he exited the building.
I looked back at Natasha with a smile but that smile soon faded as I saw her drifting.
Without a single thought in my mind…I took off.
Mansion…
"Go – fish," Clint said as he and Tony sat in the middle of the floor like children.
"Dammnit," Tony whispered as he looked at his cards. Pepper was currently on the couch rubbing her feet on Tony's back with Bobbi sitting next to her. Betty was doing God knows what upstairs in Tony's lab. Bruce was sitting on the love seat with the urge to go see Betty but she said she wanted some time alone.
Both Darcy and Skye were sitting at the bar seeing who could hack the fastest. Fitz – Simmons were playing ping – pong in the corner. Thor and Jane were sitting on the other couch as Jane requested they take a break from their extracurricular activities. Everyone knew they were having sex. The hickies on Jane was the only proof necessary. Shadow found solitude in Thor's lap while he was drifting into sleep.
"What is this…Grimm?" The god of lightning boomed.
"It's about this guy who can see fairytale creatures. He is also a detective who solves crimes of the supernatural," Pepper informed him.
"Ha – ha I win!" Darcy yelled. "I hacked into the Pentagon first!"
"You did what now?" Tony asked as he continued to play his game of go – fish. "Go fish."
"Hacked into the Pentagon," Darcy said slowly.
"Should we say something?" Tony asked Clint.
"Nah they are better than the hackers at S.H.I.E.L.D. They will be fine," Clint said looking at his cards. Suddenly Tony's phone rang and ever so slowly he picked it up.
"Anthony Stark billionaire -," before Tony could finish his glamourous statement Frank interrupted him.
"Get the med table ready! Natasha was shot! Natasha was shot!" Frank yelled into the phone. With no hesitation Tony ran to his lab and set up the medical table while interrupting Betty of whatever the hell she was doing. As Tony was shoving everything he caught glimpse of Betty's eyes turning red. He paused for a moment before continuing his arrangement.
"Natasha has been shot," he said and Betty looked at him with seriousness before helping out.
"I wonder what that was - ," Darcy but before she could finish her statement the door was sent flying across the room. I came into the living room running like hell toward the lab with a bloody Natasha in my hands. Quickly all members were following behind.
"She…she was shot three times. Smoke inhalation, blood lose, and a concussion," I said quickly as I stepped back and let the scientist do their work. The glass was still in my back and I was starting to lose feeling in my legs and back.
"Put the oxygen mask on her," Jane demanded. Betty grabbed the oxygen mask and out it on Natasha's face.
"She is losing a lot of blood. Bruce get working on the bullets," Tony said as he grabbed the syringe and gave it to Bruce. I couldn't look at her right now and I couldn't deny the fact that something was missing. I felt like I was missing part of the puzzle. I knew Tony, Jane, Betty, Bruce, and Fitz – Simmons would do their best but something was needed. Bruce was taking the bullets out on at a time and Jane cleaning up Natasha's minor wounds.
Simmons was taking notice of something also," She needs a blood Trans fusion."
But there was one question.
"Who is going to give blood? I mean her blood is enhanced. We don't have that kind of blood," Fitz nervously stuttered. Everyone stopped and realized Fitz was right. Time seemed to slow down and the blood was rushing to my head. She was dying because no one could give blood because hers was different. She was different. No I didn't receive any medical attention if you're curious. I didn't care anyway she deserved all the attention. She deserved to live.
"Take my blood," I said. They all looked at me contemplating their decision.
"We can't…your blood contains things that I can't even begin to explain," Jane said sadly.
"…And besides your blood allows you not to feel emotions and other stuff…we can't let that happen," Bruce said but I did not back down.
"If it means she will live!" I yelled slamming the table before grabbing Bruce by the throat. "I am bound to her and her alone. If she dies all of you die!"
All backed up from my fury and Bruce's eyes turned green while my turned yellow. This was starting to become a toll on me. Calmly I said while putting Bruce down," You would have to take all of my blood in order for the serum to affect her permanently. She will heal faster while my blood runs through her veins."
Tony looked around before nodding. Grabbing the needle he quickly plunged it into my arm and attached the tube to Natasha. As I walked closer to Natasha my legs and back failed me and ended up falling to the ground on my back.
"Ahhh!" I screamed. The glass was pressured more into my back. Pepper and Darcy came running to my side. My breathing was becoming labored as I was starting to cough up more and more blood.
"Tony…Tony the glass is sinking into his back!" Pepper yelled and Tony kneeled on the ground. Both helped me onto the table but laid me on my stomach. Blood was spreading everywhere and I couldn't stop it. Darkness was starting to flood my eyes and before I knew it I was out like a light.
No I didn't black out I just passed out. Well that is what I thought.
Morning…
I woke up.
I woke up in a bed.
I woke up in a really soft bed but it wasn't my bed. My bed was destroyed along with my room. I pushed on the bed to get up but soon regretted it as a low growl erupted from my throat. Lying on your stomach was a true bitch when you need to look around the room. So I decided to focus on myself at the moment and my predicament. There was something on my face a mask…from the previous night.
They didn't look at my identity.
But why?
They hated me. They practically wished to kill me and I couldn't really blame them. There were more important matters at hand than wondering why they didn't look at my face. So I decided to try to get up again and it worked.
Kind of.
I was currently leaning on the bed while half way standing up. My leg failed me again and I fell but I clutched the dresser and lifted myself back up. Her scent was all around but she wasn't in here. Her room. I limped my way around her room and found nothing out of place. Yes I know it's kind of creepy to memorize the layout of someone's room but it was her room.
I finally looked in the mirror tilted toward my general direction. I looked to see white bandages wrapped around my abdomen, my wrist, all of my back, around my neck, and around my leg.
I don't remember doing all of this to my body.
Then I heard footsteps and she appeared. "Good morning."
She looked fine. She looked great actually. Not a scratch on her. "Uh…Morning. I assume my blood helped you."
"Is it that obvious?" she asked with quite a smirk. Well now I know my blood didn't affect her attitude. She then looked down at my abdomen before pushing me on the bed. "Dumbass you opened your stitches."
"Opened? I thought I healed," I asked curious. I was enhanced how did I not heal?
"We got some of that stuff from Leonard to slow down your healing process in order to get the glass out," she said as she unwrapped my bandages.
"Where is everyone?" I ask.
"They went to go shopping for supplies," she said as her fingers delicately aided me.
"Supplies? For what?" I asked.
"The house," she said not looking up from my abs.
"What happened to the house?" I ask…again.
"You," she said finally looking back up to me. "I was actually surprised the infamous Dark Avenger didn't die last night from all of your screaming."
"Well I'm a tough cookie sweetheart," I responded. "Wait…what do you mean screaming? I passed out after I gave you my blood."
"You didn't seem passed out last night. I woke immediately after receiving your blood and saw that you were screaming from almost everyone trying to hold you down while getting the glass out. Those extra wounds on you were inflicted on yourself when you were destroying the house." She answered.
"So I did blackout," I realized,
"Tony told me what happened. Why…do you react so much about me being alive?" she asked and I looked at her in disbelief. I cannot believe she asked that question.
"Multiple reasons, one of them is the fact that I made a promise…and I intend to keep it." I said and I don't know what came over me but I put my hand on her neck and brought her forehead to mine. My thumb ran over the bottom of her ear and my fingers played with her hair while my palmed warmed her neck.
"Are you ok?" I asked as I swallowed. I needed to know my blood didn't affect her in anyway. The thought of part of me being within her made me feel a way but the thought of my blood changing her made me frustrated at myself for being so selfish and reckless. Closing my eyes I relished in the softness of her skin and the way her breath tickled over my lips. It was funny actually how just her presence could calm me. How her heart beat would bring me peace. How her skin would soothe my own. How her touch would take me down. A man has many weaknesses but I only have one.
Her
Suddenly I noticed her lips getting closer to mine or my lips were getting closer to hers. I really don't know which one but I didn't care as her lips touched mine. But something…or someone had to interrupt the moment.
"Sleeping beauty finally woke up!" Frank yelled and I ducked in cover from the boom of his voice. His head was wrapped around in a bandage with his usual coat on.
"Son of a bitch," I responded quietly. Natasha quickly backed up from my embrace but not before saying as she left. "I will…see you later."
"I see…I interrupted a moment," Frank said awkwardly.
"Your damn right," I said getting up very quickly. I noticed I was returning back to normal as my body was healing slowly again and the boost of energy was all I needed to kill Frank.
"Whoa buddy I am needed alive. Dead Pool (Hint – Hint) needs baby sitting and I need to work on my game with Maria so yeah," Frank said as he was slowly walking out the door.
"Hey before you go did you tell anyone of whom I am and…what I did?" I asked with determination.
"No I didn't did you tell them of what I did?" he asked me as we both started walking towards the main house.
"No," I responded.
"Good I don't want anyone to find out I killed a whole island of people because I couldn't stop a disease from getting out," Frank said with a sad look.
"I don't want anyone to find out I killed a family with nothing but my bare hands," I said walking backwards," Hey! Don't get yourself killed out there and tell Dead pool I said to lay off the dying. He is always trying to scare the crap out of people."
"You need to step up your game with Natasha," Frank said with a wink. "I really don't understand why you chose her."
"Have you ever wished to be loved by someone who is in love with someone else? You want her to be happy but the thought of her never being truly yours breaks you…it destroys you. She is the only weakness in the world that can truly destroy you…she…she is my savior…my sanity…my light." I said looking at nothing but the floor.
"Oh crap speaking of that. I forgot to give you this and you should be thanking me right now cause if Natasha saw this she would be pissed," Frank said handing me a magazine. I looked at the magazine and wondered what I was looking for before I saw it.
Damn.
Damn.
Hell would break loose but I would not be the cause of it…Natasha would.
It was a picture of me and her on New York Crime Life Buzz Magazine. I know a long ass title right but it didn't stop them from putting me and Natasha on the cover. I was standing behind Natasha with my fist clenched, eyes red, legs separated a good length apart, and my hood on with my uniform. Natasha was on the front left of me wielding her guns in both hands in her Black Widow outfit and she was looking straight at the camera. The words behind us said 'Wanted' but a sexy and badass vibe surrounded the picture as there was a silver back ground.
"How the hell did they get this picture?!" I asked/yelled.
"See ya Steve," Frank said with a big ass smile as he walked off.
Dammnit…I am dead.
Somewhere mysterious…
"He looks hot but that slut in front of him is ruining the photo," one girl said to the others.
"Cupid are you going to seduce him?" another girl asked.
"He is the King of Darkness isn't he? Every King needs his Queen," Cupid said with an evil smirk.
I can not tell you were this is or it would spoil the surprise...
"Is she ready for defrosting?"
"Yes she is sir. The ex – communicated are already sneaking the pieces of the machine in as we speak."
"Good."
"Um sir…What are we going to do with the Winter Soldier?"
"…Brainwash him before freezing him. It is time he joins the bad guys again. What of Project Enhanced?"
"Barnes is being prepped as we speak. Night is on the mission. And Carter sir is still frozen."
"Just imagine the Dark Avenger ruling this world with the Winter Soldier and the Agent Carter by his side with an army by their side. List their names again."
"James Buchanan Barnes, Tironian Amor Night, and Margaret – Peggy – Carter sir."
"I love the sound of their names together you know? The used to be heroes turned villains. You know they say you either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain. They all died once and reborn into the villain…savior of earth turned into the destruction of it. Get Redger I want to speak to him."
"Yes Mr. Leonard."
A new day would soon rise when there was no such thing as democracy or republican or leadership when the Dark Avenger took over the world.
PLEASE BLOW UP MY REVIEWS. IF YOU HADN'T NOTICE I MADE THIS EXTREMELY LONG ALMOST THIRTY PAGES. I'm SORRY I TOOK SO LONG AND HAPPY AVENGERS AGE OF ULTRON DAY!
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~LEGEND
AVENGERS: AGE OF ULTRON DON'T FORGET TODAY IS THE PREMIERE!
I totally forgot to add this scene...My bad.
Tironian sat on the ledge of balcony and looked out into the night. He had to admit the city was beautiful at night. It was silent but it never slept. The city never sleeps was a slogan he learned first when he first came to the city. And he found it true as he sat there staring into the city. He always wondered what it felt like to roam the night of the city. Don't have to be anywhere and you don't have to do anything. Freedom.
A word forgotten.
Tironian scoffed. He did't even know what freedom was. Slowly he grabbed one of the medical rubber bands and wrapped it around his arm before plunging the needle in. He gritted his teeth as the drug quickly took over. Tironian was never one for using drugs as often as you would think. He would only use it for medical or special purposes but this drug...this drug gave him control. He didn't need to struggle. He didn't need to regain his breath now and then for there to be such thing as control. Slowly he took the needle out and for a quick second his eyes glowed yellow before fading. Yes he knew the drug was making his...animal condition...worse. The drug gave him control yes but all good things come with a consequence.
The good thing was the control.
The bad thing was the rate of his animal side breaking loose increased.
Hey at least he would have control for now. Taking his hood off he let his head feel the fresh air and damn if it did not feel good. Sighing he got up from his position and headed to his room but on his way he ran into someone.
"My apologies...," Tironian was saying until he realized his hood was off. Dammnit was he in trouble.
"It is okay...St...Steve?" she asked Tironian with a broken voice. He looked at her confusingly before shaking his head. "Oh my God I need to tell Natasha."
"Um...no you don't," Tironian said grabbing her arm and in response she turned around with glowing red eyes. "Cause I know what you are and I will tell everyone about you...including Bruce."
Slowly her eyes returned back to her normal color as she sighed. "Fine...just a secret between you and I."
"Good...I suppose I will see you in the morning," Tironian said as he backed away from her slowly.
"Good night," she said as Tironian walked away but not before whispering. "Steve."