Chapter Twelve: The Blast From The Past
Sorry for the late update guys, life's really kicking my butt for past few weeks. So let's jump onto the precap, as I promised last time, I'm going to reveal the super evil Mastermind of my story in this one. It's a late night writing so sorry for the mistakes already again.
No more yapping, just enjoy...
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"Oh my my..." Aks raked her appreciative eyes over her Mate's chiseled frame wrapped in an elegantly black suit and of course, with the brand new diamond studded watch chosen by her on his wrist for the big day of his two biggest enemies.
"You know, with a little whiteness in that cropped cut and a light five o'clock shadow instead of those chops," she paced to him with an admiring smile, letting her fingers reach up to fix his tie. "You're gonna look just like Ray Donovan."
"You gotta stop watchin' the damn show." he gently wrapped his arms around her rounded tummy with a growling smirk.
"Nope. Because I love every damn thing that reminds me of you." she grinned brightly and snaked her arms around his neck.
"Pregnancy got ya quite feisty, eh?" he captured her lips in a tender but passionate kiss.
"Mmmm...maybe." she murmured against her lips before suddenly breaking the kiss as she reminded herself of the previous self-argument she'd making with herself over the damned dress she had chosen for the wedding day since morning.
She quickly turned around to look at herself in the mirror. "But what about my dress? Just look at this shit!" she adjusted the stretching fabric of light sea-green dress on the hips. "It looked good when I bought it but now it's feeling so...clingy." she smoothed down the silky cloth over her perfect 'eager to deliver' bulge with a pout.
"Are you fuckin' kiddin'?" Victor his nose into her hair and took in the sweet, fruity smell. "You look just fine and I'd set your entire goddamn wardrobe on fire if you tried to change into something else." a low growl laced his sentence.
Aks giggled softly. "Do you really like it?"
Victor kissed her temple." Do I need to repeat myself?" the lustful grumble was enough to tell that she looked just amazing.
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"So how long is it gonna take, Natasha?" Fury growled impatiently on the phone.
"Don't sweat it Nick, we'll be there in a hour." she tried to calm Fury from the other line.
"I have to sweat it agent, ferals are being slaughtered like damn cattle with each passing day and some of 'em are damn important figures in the society. We have to find out their goddamn culprit at any cost."
"And we will. This woman is the first and biggest mistake the murderer has made. She's a closed book with all the secrets we need to know within it."
"That's why," Fury left the chair and walked to the open window of his office. "I want her on the SHIELD's grounds before those pups could smell out we have their weak bone."
"Have you informed...Logan and Creed yet?" sharp hesitancy in Romanoff's words.
Fury sighed. "Not, yet. Once she's here, I'll call 'em." Fury scratched his forehead and kept his contemplated focus on the view outside the window. "Hope it won't turn out to be another blast from the past for 'em both."
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"Oh my goodness gracious! Why the hell is every feral looking so dashing today?" Aks exclaimed with a wide grin as a well suited and booted Logan joined the feral couple in the beautifully decorated Lawn. Ororo had really arranged everything so well in such a short period of time.
"Thanks darlin', you're also lookin' wonderful." Logan hugged the beautiful feline in green with a small smile, tightening Victor's jaw in the process.
"Now sit your wonderful asses down, you two." Aks and Logan, both smirked at the low growl and occupied their seats.
"By the way, where's your damn box of tissue papers, Jimmy? I know it's not gonna be easy for ya." Victor smirked evilly, keeping his eyes fixed at the lazer guy in an expensive white tuxedo, eagerly waiting for his bride's arrival.
"VICTOR?!" Aks slapped his arm.
"Trust me scumbag, my claws got a perfect answer for yer stupid questions but it's a very big day for Jeanie and Scooter so just keep that fuckin' mouth shut." Logan snarled through the clenched set of his jaw.
"Yeah Vic, at least not today." Aks growled with folded arms.
"Oh c'mon baby, just messin' with the runt'." Victor wrapped a possessive arm around his Mate with an amused smile, causing Logan to roll his eyes.
"So, when is the-" the clank of an unexpected message on his phone cut off whatever Creed was going to say. Fury had urgently called him and Jimmy to SHIELD headquarters. What the hell? What is so fucking urgent? The earth under the attack of aliens or Hulk on the wild run? The one eyed asshole really had a damned timing.
"What's wrong?" Logan and Aks smelled a fresh waft of anxiety coming from Creed.
"Uh-Jimmy, we gotta go." Logan gave a short nod as he got the hint.
"W-What? Hold on a sec, wait! Where're you guys going?!" a flabbergasted Aks grabbed the arms of both brothers as they tried to leave their chairs.
"It's crucial, darlin', Fury needs us at his headquarters."
"But Vic-"
"Don't worry Aks, we'll be back as soon as possible." Logan tried to assure her.
"Yeah, it won't take long." Victor drank in Aks's next question with a quick kiss before rushing to the gate with his brother. He gave Bobby a nodding hint to take care of everything until they came back.
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"So what is it, Nick and it better be really important." Logan growled at the director of SHIELD as the ferals stepped on his ground.
"Oh c'mon Jimmy, it's not like ya were really gonna enjoy the damn wedding." the bigger feral had another teasing smirk.
"Just shut up, you-"
"Oh c'mon you two," Fury rolled his only remaining eye at both brothers as he led them into their underground base.
"Joking apart one eye, what's the real reason behind the gut-wrenchin' message?" Creed was back to work.
"The reason is...her." the next second, the feral brothers found themselves standing before a gurney a debilitated, middle-aged woman was lying on. The oxygen mask to support her breaking breaths and blood supplies attached to both of her bandaged wrists revealed her severe state.
Strangely enough, her scent smelled somewhat familiar to both siblings.
"Who's she, Nick?" Logan narrowed his gaze at her while Victor was punching his brain to recall where he'd caught that smell before.
"We found her in a raid."
"A raid for what?" Creed quirked an eyebrow.
"For searching out the new playground of Sinister." Nick sighed. "A noser informed us about the new secret base of Sinister in the Northern Italy yesterday but by the time we reached there, once again the whole place'd been emptied out but this time they left her, a prisoner of theirs maybe, behind."
Victor took a deep sniff that suddenly made him recall everything about this mysterious woman.
"She's a feral and...maybe I know her."
"What?! where?!" Fury and Logan, both exclaimed in unison.
"I'll tell you but when you tell me how she's the reason behind us calling here."
"Well, she was already bleeding to death when we found her. The reason behind her heavy bleeding was that someone'd carved your names on the skin of both of her hands.
"What?!" both ferals looked at each other in great shock.
"Yes. You can see the bandages yourselves."
"But...w-we don't know her, she smells familiar but I really can't tell where I've seen her before. How can she-" Logan's sentence was cut off by a sudden gasp from the bedridden woman. She took a deep inhale and barely opened her tired eyes. The vision was completely blurred therefore she instinctively followed her nose to sense the environment around her. It took her to a couple of very familiar scents. All three men watched in great awe as the old feral woman laboriously sat up and got off the bed before advancing toward both other ferals. Her feet unconsciously halted when her aged eyes now gave her a little bit clear image of the two young ferals before her.
Her quivering fingers reached over to touch Logan's cheek. "J-James?" Logan flinched back in heavy shock.
The gammer gave a faded smile at his reaction and then turned her shaking frame to the bigger feral. "A-And you're V-Victor right?"
Creed let out a brief smirk. "Never expected to meet you like this again."
"Neither did I." she gave a wrinkled smirk in return. "You are both all grown up now."
"You can speak English?" Nick asked sharply.
"What?" Fury shrugged at the feral brothers' cocked eyebrows. "She had been continuously mumbling in old Italian in her unconsciousness since we brought here here."
"Sure I can." she drove her gaze to the Colonel. "Besides English and my mother tongue Italian, Fourteen other languages of the world."
"Victor, how the hell does the lady know us?" Logan diverted his stunned gaze to his brother.
"Because she's the gypsy woman who helped us escape Sinister's lab in childhood."
"What?!" Another great shock of the day.
"Yes my child, why do you not remember anything? Your brother and I saved your from going under the knife of that insane monster named Nathaniel Essex."
"But I never got one thing woman, what were you doin' in that lab?" Victor asked with a sharp glare.
The old woman sighed shakily. "I was there to prevent my brother from making his horrible dream come true."
"Your brother?"
"Yes. My brother. 'The Master' Essex served for. The founder of ancient Rome, The great Romulus."
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HAHAHA did you expect that ;p?
I know, I know, I promised to reveal Romulus's evil aim behind the killings too but like I said up there, life is a little bit rough on me these days so I'm gonna reveal it in the next update, I promise again lol ;-}
