Everything…
Hurts
Natasha thought as her eyelids fluttered open. At first she groaned and shut her eyes then rolled over but soon regretting when the soreness pulsed through her body. Suddenly she felt something soft against her back. She felt multiple soft things against her back. Realizing she was not going back to sleep and she sure as hell wanted to know what was on her back she got up. Pushing through the pain she rolled back over to see…feathers? Sitting up she saw the aftermaths of World War III. The drawers on the side of the bed were flipped over and broken. The room smelled like sex. The door to the bathroom was broken by the hinge. The pillows were ripped and feathers were everywhere. The headboard on the bed had multiple holes in it and was broken in two pieces. The sheets were ripped into pieces. And the thing Natasha realized last was the bed. The bed was tilted to about a seventy degree angle.
Damn what the hell happened in here? Natasha asked herself then images came flashing into her head..
Pushing.
Eager hands.
Clothes flying everywhere. (More like being ripped)
Lack of control.
Hips grinding.
Wood breaking.
Sheets ripped.
Sweat.
Gasping for breath.
Round…4…7…8…11…13…25…
It clicked in her mind as everything came coming back to her. Her facial expression turned from furrowed to a smirk. That was very interesting. She remembered him touching her…everywhere. Every part of her body kissed by him and that explained what she saw next. Looking under the covers she saw her body bruised and battered as if she had been in a fight. Her legs and thighs had both hickies and handprints and so did most of her upper body. She actually felt as if she sparred with the Hulk. Her mind was then brought back to James. What was she to tell him? What was she to tell both of them? This is stupid she thought. She was trained never to feel love but she was dealing with it right now. Part of her missed the good old days. Where she didn't have a care in the world, when she seduced men to nothing, when she had the control and they had nothing but there hands out begging for more. It made a smile grace her lips. No she couldn't. She wouldn't. But it was so much easier of a life. Where she didn't have to worry about breaking someone's heart or having to feel. Part of her was eager to have that life back but the other part yearned for the passion, the love that was given to her by these two men. Tironian's passion and fury and James' drive and commitment.
She couldn't decide. James was her first real love after Alexie. He was there when she needed someone there. He was always there. James was the ice. He was cool and smooth not caring unless he needed to care.
But Tironian.
What could she say about Tironian?
He was fire.
Not afraid of anything. His power, his strength and also his free spirit is what excited her. All of her. There was something about him. Something familiar but she couldn't place her finger on it. Whatever she was feeling about him was something beyond her control.
Suddenly she realized that said man wasn't here. Putting any shred of clothing left on she looked at the shredded clothes lying on the ground. Damn it I liked that suit Natasha thought as she continued to look for Tironian.
. . Dark Avenger . .
Hydra base…
Crush was walking down the hallway while reading some files when an agent walked up next to him.
"Hey did you hear about the news?" the agent asked Crush.
Crush stopped his reading and looked at the agent. "No. What is it?"
"We're getting upgrades," the agent said excitedly. Crush looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. The agent then encouraged Crush to follow him through the hallways. Finally they both arrived at a window. A very large window. Crush dropped the file in his hands in awe as he stared out the window and into the factory where multiple machines were being created. Some robotic and the others part robot.
"Some are going to be automatic robots being controlled by the main source and the others…are for us. See there," the agent pointed to a robotic exo-skeleton," those are for us."
"How are they going to get it on us?" Crush swallowed noticing all the needles on the exo-skeleton.
"They are going singe it to our spinal system."
"Won't it hurt?" Crush asked with furrowed brows.
"It will but it will be worth it don't you think?" the agent asked staring at the machines in work.
"I need to talk to Redger about this," Crush said before running off towards where Redger was seen last.
. . Dark Avenger . .
The mansion…
Natasha wondered into the living room to see nothing but a flipped over couch. She partially remembered what happened there. He was becoming impatient and wanted to do it on the couch but his body was too damn big and Natasha could only lie on top of him with his legs dangling off the arm of the couch. She remembered her telling him something on how a couch wasn't made for sex. He threw the couch over before he practically threw her into her room and locked the door. She was brought out of her thoughts when her face collided with hard chest.
"Morning – well aren't you purple," he said to her. She was currently eyeing him at the moment. He was wearing a white shirt hoodie with black jeans and boots. Like didn't they just have sex? Really fucking amazing sex.
"It's your fault," she said with pursed lips. She put both hands on his chest before sliding one on his stomach and bringing the other to his neck.
"Well you're not as innocent as you think sweetheart," Tironian said before continuing his journey into his room. "If you look in my back maybe you will find one of your nails."
"Did I draw blood?" she asked. Could she really do that? Tironian was asking himself that too. After taking his blood she was acting a little stronger than normal. She was healing quicker and when they sparred she was getting a little tougher to fight.
"Yeah," he said.
"Where were you when I was asleep?" Natasha asked and his face immediately changed.
Flashback (45 minutes ago)…
Tironian's POV
Once I woke up I felt amazing. A few hickies here and there but I felt fine. Natasha had left a little reminder on my back. Eight straight lines going down my back. Yep I knew it was going to leave a mark. Slowly I walked toward the bathroom and adjusted the mask on my face. Putting my hands on the sink I looked down. I was not looking at anything in particular I was just looking. She was amazing. I mean even though the room looks like it went through hell and back she was amazing. Extraordinary was the word.
She brought something out of me. Something I never knew I had. Something that brought a sort of light to my dark world. The sun peeking through a terrible and devastating storm. She made me want to feel.
My thoughts were interrupted when something caught my eye. Looking down at my chest I noticed something strange. My veins were darkening in a specific spot on my body. In the middle were my heart was the darkened veins were spreading. No, no, no, no, no. I wasn't blacking out it was something else. Looking up I saw blood coming out of my mouth and nose. What the hell is this? Quickly and frantically I wiped at the blood and realized it was pooling out of my body. I coughed up the blood where it seemed never ending. Red painted my chest and suddenly my eyes changed to gold.
That was the fucking problem the whole time!
It needed the drug the whole time!
I ran toward my room in lightning speed before looking in the broken drawer for the needle. Finally I found it. Sighing I leaned my back against the wall and slid down. All of a sudden a burst of blood came spilling out of my mouth. For a second I almost choked on it but gaining the reigns I plunged the needle in my chest. What the hell was this? This wasn't the Lucrativ (the drug he takes).
"Having problems love?" a voice asked.
Spitting out some blood I looked back up at her," You dumb bitch."
"Ooh I wouldn't talk like that to a person who has the cure to whatever the hell this is," Cupid said with disgusted face and motioned to my bloody form. Looking at myself I had to admit it was nasty. Coughing up some more blood I held up my middle finger.
"Aww we can do that later once your free of this," she motioned toward me," and that."
I was confused at the 'that' but she then pointed to Natasha's room.
"What did you-you-give me?" I coughed out.
"I knew human drugs were harmless so I used cocaine hydrochloride," I almost spit out all of my damn blood.
"You gave me crack!?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. She laughed before walking towards me seductively. I stretched my legs out not even caring for her living form. Her hand then came to my bloody cheek and slowly slid it down to my chest. For a moment. For one fleeting moment I thought I saw sadness in her eyes.
Then she stabbed me with the needle.
I made a little 'humph' when it went in but once the drug started taking effect I was able to breathe properly. Once her eyes met mine after lingering on my body for far too long her face sobered.
"It is happening tonight. He wants you to be there," Cupid quietly said.
"It can't happen tonight I mean look at me."
"Trust me…I have. Don't forget to be there," Cupid seductively uttered. She got up slowly and looked down at me. "You know after this…everything is going to change."
Solemnly I looked down and I knew what she was talking about. I knew what had to be done. Leonard told me that one day when I was ready it would happen. But after I finally got what I wanted. It seemed as if the world was against me. Slowly I rubbed some of the blood off my mouth and looked up at Cupid.
"I know," I said dryly,"…what will you be doing when it happens?"
'Your concern for me is flattering," she responded with all the happiness and snark she could muster up. After a moment she looked sad and distressed. Her eyebrows creased together in worry and her eyes started to turn watery. Slowly she bent back down and kissed my lips softly, just a peck. "One last time."
I knew what she meant. We both might not survive what was about to happen. She knew my love and my emotions were nothing. She knew they could never exist but her love for me was never ending. Her love for me is part of what got me here today. To be the best creation I could be and I am thankful for that. I looked her in her green eyes and whispered roughly. "One last time."
She managed a somewhat smile before striding off but before she could make it out the doorway she roughly muttered," I always loved you."
Then she was gone.
Slowly and methodically I looked at the syringe that was still sticking out of my chest. The darkened veins still coated my chest and I noticed how slowly it started to spread. But something caught my eye. There was a note attached to the syringe. Quickly I grabbed it while yanking out the useless and empty needle. I read the note multiples times trying to ease my mind into what was happening.
This is why my body was acting strange. Why it decided to give me one hell of a morning. I couldn't process this. How was it possible? How?
I chanted the words in my head.
Este es el último. Su inmortalidad se ha desvanecido. Usted tiene al menos dos días. (A/N I didn't translate it for a reason and if you do understand it please do not spoil it.)
Present time… (3rd person POV)
"What the hell did you want me to do? Cuddle?" teasingly she punched him in his stomach. He had to think of something to say. And that was the first thought that popped into his mind. Maybe it was a little rude but it was better than her hearing the truth. In less than twenty four hours the world would change and she had yet know it.
"I wanted you to clean up your mess," she responded motioning to the room behind her. He didn't need to look to know what the room looked like. It was a war zone.
"Um my mess? I don't remembering doing that alone," he said.
"Please tell me what I did to cause all of that?" Natasha asked as he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. With her secured in his grasp he walked back toward the room.
"Well first off you did rip the sheets and pillows," Tironian breathed against her neck," and second of all…you started it."
"Did I?" Natasha asked as his hands started to roam her body. He hummed in response before placing them on the bed. A devilish smile appeared on her face and Tironian looked at her confusingly. "Well I'm not the one who broke the bed now am I?"
On that note the bed suddenly broke in half and both Natasha and Tironian fell through.
"You little minx."
. . Dark Avenger . .
In the common room…
"Hey Pepper do you see that?" Pepper coming out from her induced haze of TV looked out to window tiredly.
"What? I don't see anything," Pepper huffed.
"Hey guys what are we looking for?" Bruce asked and scared the shit out of Tony and Pepper. Both Iron lad and Iron lady looked to see most of the Avengers looking out the window. Clint had binoculars same for Bobbi, Darcy was looking through the camera of her phone, Jane was squinting her eyes, and Thor with his high and mighty vision, Betty adjusted her and Bruce's glasses.
"Jesus Christ what is wrong with you people?" Tony breathed out.
"The same thing that is wrong with you. So what is the problem?" Darcy said. Both the tech wiz and industrial genius scowled at each other before continuing their gazes out the window.
"The birds," Tony whispered. At that both Bobbi and Clint looked closely.
"The birds are flying away in flocks," Clint muttered.
"Yeah…they do that," Darcy sassed.
"I heard the birds in this realm are weird," Thor quipped.
"No the birds are moving away together it means one thing. That the birds are -,"
"Are being birds?"
"No, it means the birds are being frightened or startled," Bobbi continued.
"So the question is what the hell disturbed them?" Tony asked stealing Clint's binoculars.
. . Dark Avenger . .
Natasha and Tironian…
"Hello," he acknowledged once he picked up his phone. He had currently picked up the bed and was trying to do anything to put it back together. Natasha sitting on the top of the dresser drawer stared at him while he answered the phone looking for any indication of what news he was given. Slowly and quietly she watched as his somber face turned into steel. He hung up the phone before crushing it in his hands. Looking at her then looking back at the crushed phone in his hand he said," I have to go."
Before Natasha could utter a word he was gone.
Once he had gotten the news he was racing toward the destination. This wasn't happening. It was too soon. He exited the mansion and didn't even get on his bike. He ran and ran and ran. He was running faster than Redger made him to be. He was running faster than that God forsaken bike. The longer he kept running his speed just started to increase.
What he found seized his heart for a beat.
"No."
. . Dark Avenger . .
The mansion…
Deciding that she wasn't really going to go after him she went to change clothes and see what the others were doing. She walked into the living room only to see her friends being gunned down. Bruce of course had multiple tranqs in him. Everyone else was being gunned down. She looked around with her mouth agape to see an army tearing down the mansion. In the middle stood the mastermind himself.
"Hello sweetheart," Leonard looked around the room before addressing her again," Have you seen Tironian?"
Suddenly all guns that weren't on her friends were on her.
. . Dark Avenger . .
Hydra base…
Tironian's hand hovered over the face of Redger, his face somber. There was nothing there. Nothing there at all. Of course Redger was like family to him but the fact that he couldn't shed a tear for his beloved friend only bothered him more. Deep down he felt like he had a bomb in his stomach. Emotions were trying to burst through but it was held back by the thin line. Tironian couldn't save him. No one possibly could save him.
"I – I did my best to keep him alive a moment longer," Crush said from the corner.
"Why?" his face was sullen.
"He wanted to speak to you last," Crush said with unshed tears.
"Who did this?" Tironian asked with a cold voice.
"N – no, Tironian no. I don't – I don't want you wasting your time with that –" Redger coughed through the blood.
"Your life was never a waste of time," Tironian muttered.
"Now, now, my boy. I – I don't have much time but I need you to know something –" Redger was interrupted by him.
"You have plenty of time to tell me," Tironian's muttered words started to turn into pleas. A minute ago he was having the best time of his life only to come here and find someone who brought him into the world dying. At the moment he felt nothing, cold and distant like normal. But something inside him was trying so hard to get out.
"Someth – something is about to happen and you are the only one who can stop it," Redger was trying to say through the coughing fit," I want you to go to the Aven – Avengers tower and go to the twentieth floor. You will find all your answer there."
"Redger, why – why don't you show me? Huh? Come on let's go together and see it," Tironian tried to swallow the lump in his throat. Why was this so hard? Redger wasn't shedding any tears. He was smiling at him. It was a small smile but it held so much behind it. Tironian knew Redger was already gone but he chose not to acknowledge it. He chose to ignore the pain in his head. He chose to ignore the growing sensation in him.
"Goodbye my friend," Redger whispered with the biggest smile possible. Tironian heard someone shuffling beside him but he didn't look away from Redger.
"Ti," Crush sighed," I know you want to stay here. I know you want to bury his body with every ounce of strength you have but you can't. Something big is about to go down and he died wanting you to do it. To end it. The world needs you."
"What if I can't do it? What if I fail?" he muttered and shifted his feet.
"At least you tried. You will try and try again until your bones bleed. Redger didn't tell you this because he thought you would fail. He told you this because he knew you would win," Crush said. Tironian was thinking this over. He had a point. Yes he wanted to find out who did this to Redger but Redger's dying wish was for him to save the world. Of course Tironian didn't know what he was supposed to save it from but he would soon find out.
"Everything is about to change isn't it?" Tironian asked but mostly stated.
"It is going to be hell on earth."
. . Dark Avenger . .
New York City…
"Welcome back to New York Avengers," Leonard roared and swirled around the room," This is going to be the new base of operations."
All of the Avengers looked around to see the busy Hydra Red agents setting up for what was about to come. A humongous screen lie on the opposite wall and in the far corner was a machine. All the agents seemed to be harbored over there and in the center of the room were a bunch of computers were. Currently the Avengers were hanging on the wall with 6 inch cuffs on their midsection, wrist, hands, feet, ankles, and necks. Let us just say that Leonard knew what they were capable of.
"You took us back here? Why?" Pepper groaned through the pain in her head. Ever since they knocked them out the Avengers were suffering from slight concussions.
"Well I was thinking about going to Washington, D.C but this city has the attention of the people. And trust me I want their attention," Leonard said with a proud smile. While Pepper was distracting Mr. Evil Tony was cutting through the six inch cuffs. Apparently these agents didn't know how to check their prisoners. The laser light easily cut through the cuffs and as he was about to call his Iron Man suit to him until a woman's hand snatched his wrist.
"Well what do we have here?" a thick British accent asked.
Tony looked up to see a very pretty woman. Pale skin, bright brown eyes, ruby red lips, brunette hair and high cheek bones. The sight of her sparked something in his big brain. He had seen this woman before but he just couldn't place her.
"Ah I want you to meet Agent Carter or as you know her…Peggy Carter," Leonard said. Peggy broke the bracelet on Tony's wrist before giving him another set of cuffs.
"Wait I thought you shot her in the head," Natasha said with furrowed eyebrows.
"Yeah, she has been with us for the past sixty five years. After she founded S.H.I.E.L.D the previous Hydra members thought she would be a great asset to the organization. But instead of using her genius brain they used her gorgeous body as a weapon and injected her with a serum of her own that would soon be bestowed upon others. She was one of the founders of the Red Room. Using her body as a weapon she trained other women to do it also. They weren't handpicked specifically but they liked to use prostitutes, strippers, and mainly ballerinas. Once an agent graduated from the highest rank she would get injected with the serum…Of course Natasha you knew about some of this so this is probably just old stuff to you," Leonard was explaining as he leant against a pillar. Of course Natasha knew of this. Well part of it. She didn't know Peggy founded the organization but she knew a highly trained woman didn't want to see other females vulnerable. Females of course were raging infernos. You didn't want to pour gasoline on it. The Red room taught women how to control that fire. How to harness its power and use it against every man that tried to spite them. Of course Natasha being the fiery red head she was able to harness this power and take down multitudes.
"So who was that woman who died in Steve's arms?" Bobbi asked.
"Yes the lady who died that sorrowful night looked like the woman lord Steven visited almost every week," Thor said not with the usual boom and bellow it used to have.
"An actress I hired who practically begged me not to kill her family. She played Peggy for months as we kept her family alive. Soon after I killed her unbeknownst to her I killed her family. It was pretty easy. A bullet between the eyes usually gets the job done," Leonard said and shoved his hand in his pockets. Peggy soon joined his side.
"Wait…why would you try to break Steve when the whole time you wanted to kill him?" Bruce asked and his mind tried to put the puzzle together.
"Mr. Banner…you truly are a genius," Leonard muttered and rubbed his mouth but not before a sly smile appeared on it.
. . Dark Avenger . .
Avengers Tower…
Tironian POV
What happened here?
Was the first thought that popped into my mind. The place was trashed from head to toe as I walked inside the building. Desk thrown across the room, bullet holes lined the wall, blood dried in almost every corner which was accompanied by a body, windows were smashed in, papers scattered, and the lights were broken. Something had happened obviously but whatever it was, was unending as I looked up to see a whole going all the way to the top of the Avengers tower.
"JARVIS," I said," JARVIS!"
I got no response. Too much damage was taken that he was also damaged too. Sighing I decided I had more important business to attend to. I hopped up the stairs two by two until I got to the floor. It was huge. But sadly this floor was trashed also. Through the destruction I could tell the layout was simple and basic so whatever Redger wanted me to find would be easy to get. The bathroom was a waste of time, the living room was nothing but trash, and the closet was in ruins. The only room left was the humongous bedroom. Slowly I walked in the room and searched eagerly for what Redger wanted me to have? To know? To get? Obviously I was at a lost for what I needed here. Of course it was important for it was practically Redger's dying wish. The dark rimmed room had a shadow in every corner but was also barely trashed. There was something about this room that was very familiar but I couldn't figure out what it was. There were a lot of papers scattered about the room that deemed not important and I moved on. Soon I realized that these papers weren't ordinary but quite the opposite.
They were drawings. Drawings of things, scenery, landscape, the American flag, people, and what deemed to be a…shield? I cringed my face at the sight of the drawing. I had seen this thing in my dreams and sometime nightmares. Softly I put the paper back on the ground and tried to ignore the light throbbing in my head. I continued to look at some of the drawings that looked almost exactly close to mine. Then I saw something that made me stammer back a little in the slight crouching position I held.
It was her. It was a incomplete drawing of Natasha. Half of her face was drawn on the left side of the paper and as the drawing seemed to etch to the right it started to fade. It was magnificent but whoever drew it didn't believe they couldn't capture her beauty by the way the lines are somewhat jagged. Slowly I pocketed the drawing and stood to my full height, continuing my search. My search continued but as it did the throbbing in the back of my head started to grow stronger. I rubbed the back of my head and sat on the bed. It seemed to somewhat soothe and I roamed my eyes over the night stand only for something to catch my eye. My hand gravitated toward the silver chain. They were dog tags.
Official military dog tags and everything.
Rogers.
Steven G.
Capt. America
129583586 279
Who was this Steven Rogers? And why was he called Captain America? That wasn't a military rank or battalion. Strange. I put the dog tags back on the nightstand and I froze. Was it a mirror? Was it a trick or something? Or maybe a man that looked like me was staring right back at me. Quickly I picked up the picture but I made sure to grab the edge with caution. It was the Avengers. All five of them except there was another man in front of them. Big build, strong jaw, cheekbones, dirty blonde hair, a perfect smile, and a star on his chest. The Avengers were dressed in their uniforms along with the strange man.
Quickly and hurriedly I grabbed a pen from the nightstand hoping to resolve this tension in my body. This couldn't be me. I couldn't be in this picture. My hand started to shake and slowly with the pen I drew a scar on the side of the man's face. The pen dropped from my hand. No this – this wasn't possible. I wasn't – I couldn't – I put my palm on the surface of the picture and suddenly everything lit up with a blue aura. The natural light from the windows were blocked off by big metal shutters. Lights from around the room seemed to light and a draft seemed to blow all the old dust that covered the room away.
"Welcome back sir," the AI said. I jumped at the voice.
"JARVIS? Wait – what I thought you were -," the AI interrupted me.
"I was temporarily deactivated by the intrusion. Mr. Stark set up a protocol that I would be shut down during all breaches so information could not be stolen or copied. He or Mrs. Potts would be the only ones able to reactivate me."
"But I am neither one. So why would you reactivate?" My eyebrows seemed to come together in confusion.
"I was given a greater reason sir. I was given an order four years ago for this moment here sir to bring you back," the AI explained.
"Bring me back from what? Redger told me to come here because there was something here for me. Something I needed to find. How did you know I would be here exactly?" I was starting to get a headache.
"Because a long time ago I was programmed to bring you back from your…dilemma," the AI said calmly and smoothly.
"What – what are you talking about?" I asked.
"I think it is time you wake up Mr. Rogers," the AI said and suddenly a smooth panel in the wall slid open and an object was being pushed out of the wall.
"What is this?" I muttered and I drew closer to the shining object.
"This sir is your shield. It is your weapon. It is the defense against everything bad. It is a weapon that saves and does not destroy. It is the representation of hope and freedom. It is a guide against everything evil. It is your extension. It is the story of your life. It is your bond. It is your fury. It is your patience. It is…your light. "
Images started flashing in my head and that throbbing pain seemed to increase. Images of people, places, things that I had never seen or done before appeared in his head.
"Come on! I can go all day."
I collapsed on the ground as my head started to throb with unyielding pain.
"You have signed up with Project Rebirth Mr. Rogers…congratulations."
"Ahh!" I scream and the unending pain traveled throughout my head.
"I'm with you til' the end of the line."
With shaking and sweaty hands I covered my eyes hoping to end the pain.
"Bucky! Hang on! Grab my hand!"
My hand jerked outward as the memories started to take hold.
"I'm going to have to call a raincheck on that dance."
"Please make it stop! Just make it stop!" I pleaded as my body lie in front of the shield.
"Oh my God! This guy is still alive!"
Suddenly I felt cold. I felt frozen but the cold never reached my slowly beating heart.
"Mr. Rogers I would like for you to meet Natasha Romanoff."
I closed my eyes and curled in on myself.
"Put on the suit. Let's go a few rounds."
The beating of my heart resounded in my ears.
"Bucky?"
My eye brows furrowed.
"Who the hell is Bucky?"
I arched my back off the floor.
"Would you trust me to save your life?"
Clenched fist held at my side and a growl tore from my throat.
"I would now."
I slammed my fist against the ground.
"The price of freedom is high but I'm willing to pay it."
My body jerked toward the shield.
"I won't fight you."
I flipped my body over and cradled the back of my head.
"Til' the end of the line."
I furiously kicked a whole in the floor.
"Would you like to go out with me?"
I bent my back and roared at the ceiling.
"You either die a hero or you live long enough to become the villain…seventy years is a long, long time."
The pain seemed never ending and I rocked back and forth.
"You were too busy screwing him!"
I opened my mouth to release a heart wrenching scream only to bare my fangs.
"They said I would break. After all the things I have been through there had to be consequences."
My claws seemed to tear at my back.
"I love you!"
I shook my head frustratingly.
"Wake up Steve. WAKE UP!"
Suddenly my eyes jerked open and the pain stopped. It was like another part of my brain had opened to reveal another man. Another life. The lock had been broken by fairly powerful memories that seemed to retch my brain awake. The fog that usually clouded my mind had faded. My mind felt open and free. I glanced around the room and every object I saw was acquainted with a memory. My chains had been broken. Everything was clearer now. Every heartbreak. Every tear. Every happy moment. Every smile. Every moment I spent here was brought back to my mind.
"I remember…everything."
. . Dark Avenger . .
A bar in the middle of nowhere…
He slowly looked at the stranger next to him as if he knew him. "You're paying my tab. Alright?"
He purposely showed the gun attached in his belt loop and the stranger nodded eagerly. Out of nowhere his phone rang and he picked it up nonchalantly. "Whoever this is it better not be a booty call cause I am in a very good developing relationship."
Frank paused for a moment before taking a sip of his drink and spitting it out. "Are you shitting me right now? Ti – I mean Steve I swear if you are shitting me I will give a futile attempt to fight you."
A moment later nodded happily and he shouted to the world – a bar - ," Were getting the gang back together!"
Dead. Silence.
China…
"Hey Jean, um we need to talk…like a lot so when you get this message call me back…please," Logan practically begged into the phone before hanging up. As he depressingly looked around at the beautiful scenery he got a call.
"The Renegades? What the fuck happened to 'I'm so badass that I can do it with my girlfriend and I don't need you freaks?" Logan mocked and as a moment passed he responded. "Um that sounds like a lot serious. I don't think we alone are going to be able to fight that…Ok then I'm on my way."
Soon Logan hung up and called someone else. "Hey! Xavier we're going to need to assemble the X – men."
In a bar in Texas…
"Heehaw!" Wade yelled as the stripper danced in front of him. His phone the rung and he answered as so," Dead Pool speaking…the Renegades? Look who finally came to their senses…Hell yeah I'm in. This is the best action I'm going to get all night!"
The stripper pursed her lips at him.
He soon hung up his phone before directing his attention toward the stripper. "Sorry babe. Daddy has to go kick some ass."
Gotham…
"Bruce," Bruce says into the phone before dodging a punch. Quickly he punched the last guy in the throat before walking towards the bat – mobile. "The Renegades? We are doing this again? Seriously? Yeah I guess I'm in. Yeah Selina's in too… I need a bigger challenge anyway."
He hung up before kicking another guy that lie on the ground in the face.
"Alfred get my war suit ready. The Renegades are back," Bruce commented as he got into the vehicle with Selina in tow.
"This again sir? They are a group of psychopaths." Alfred sighed.
"Strength is what we gain Alfred…from the madness we survive," Bruce simply said. "Hey Selina! Guess what we got ourselves into…"
Starling city…
"Hello," Oliver broke out of the kiss when he received the call. "Of course! Hell yes! We are in!"
Felicity pulled him back in for a kiss before asking," Who was it?"
She pulled the covers over her bare chest and leaned back into the bed. "It was Tironian – or I mean Steve or whatever the hell his name was. We're going to New York. It is serious this time. I'm going to need a little help."
Soon both of them got up from the bed to get dressed.
On the road…
"Johnny here. The Renegades again? Stop calling me that! Yeah I'm in," John said into the phone before hanging up. Looking onto the open road Johnny smiled before turning into the Ghost Rider.
. . Dark Avenger . .
Hydra base…
"Is the machine ready?"
"It is almost ready sir!"
Everyone stared at the agents assembling the gigantic machine.
"Why are you doing this?" Jane asked and everyone nodded.
"Isn't it obvious? World domination! Or something like that. The world is turning into chaos. You have people pansying around pretending that life is…good. When it is truly not. The world revolves around common sense when there is no such thing. It revolves around the production of engineers and industrialist who want more and more and more. When is the world going to stop evolving or when is it going to stop trying to make everything better when it is just making everything worse!? Polution? Greenhouse gases? Everything is going to hell and I am doing my part in helping the world," Leonard said and ran a hand through his hair.
Natasha was currently analyzing the situation. Machines everywhere, robotic figures walking around the room and being assembled in another. Men in exo – skeletal suits were guarding every exit possible.
"You plan on taking over America," Natasha muttered and Leonard somehow managed to hear it from her strangled voice.
"Yes my dear. First America, then Canada, then Mexico, and next we start to go overseas," Leonard said with slight pride.
"You know you can't take over the world with your enhanced soldiers?" Tony analyzed.
"Who said they were taking over?" Leonard smiled. "Agent Thomas bring up robo – soldier."
Soon enough an army of robots stood in front of the Avengers. The robots were about seven feet tall, their eyes were a beady red, the robots were shaped like a man except they of course had sharper fingers, a head and body carved only of metal. Their arms and legs had so many weapons attached. To the other side of the robots stood men. They were in combat gear but something was sticking out of their backs. All the Avengers looked closer only to notice that the agents were wearing exo – skeletons. They were armed with high powered rifles and shotguns.
"You like it? He told me the design was magnificent. They are upgraded with every advancement in all ways of technology today. They can lift over two tons, jump over a hundred feet, bullet proof of course, adamantium also, and their minds given the knowledge to kill but mainly…enslave," Leonard said entranced by the robots standing before him.
"That is your plan! To enslave all living things! This is all about power! You killed Steve and all those innocents for power!" Clint yelled at the man and Peggy took a step towards him.
"Oh," Leonard laughed methodically," I need to show you something. See I have brought the past to the present. I have the full collection. Agent Carter please go get the Winter Soldier."
Natasha's face paled. This is where he has been the whole time. She should have known he was gone for far too long. Once he left he said he was going to be gone for about a week but it's been a month. She was too busy fooling around with Tironian to even contemplate that James didn't even come back.
"Agent Brawns bring up Project: Awakening!" Leonard shouted and soon one of the agents brought up a picture of Steve Rogers on the humongous TV on the other side of the room. On one half of the TV was a picture of Steve and on the other side was a picture of the Dark Avenger. "Steve Rogers was a gentle man. He had morals and a light that shone bright on the country he swore to protect. He was the symbol for…freedom, justice, good, and a…lie."
"You don't know a damn thing about him!" Natasha spat and her fingers curled into fist.
"I do…more than you know," Leonard raised his eyebrows," What happens when you twist that around? When you turn yin into yang? Ice into fire? Good into bad? Light into darkness? Huh?...Cause that is what I did with your precious Captain America."
"No," Natasha whispered. Everything was making sense. No body. No evidence of death. Everything was being revealed and everyone knew it. Bruce and Betty had a look of sadness, Thor, Jane, Darcy, Sam, and Bobbi had a look of utter disappointment and hurt, Pepper just looked lost, Tony, Clint, and Natasha had a look of anger plastered on their faces.
Soon enough the TV then merged an image of Tironian and Steve only to reveal the Dark Avenger.
Her breathed hitched and everything halted. This is why. This was the reason. This…was everything. She stared at the picture of Tironian/Steve and for a moment her heart felt like it stopped beating. This is why everything felt so familiar with him. His touch, his eyes, his walk, his strength, the way he breathed was so familiar to her. She felt as if a weight was being lifted – forcefully – off her chest. The part of the story that always nagged at her was finally settled. She felt relief but also heavy. Steve was alive this whole time and she was with him the whole time, unbeknownst to everyone. Leonard was right. Yin and Yang, God and the Devil, Light and Darkness, Ice and Fire, Cold and Heat, Good and Bad, Life and Death, Beauty and Beast, Love and kill, Peace and Vigilance, without the other neither could exist. Steve was the Yin, the light, the life, the beauty, the peace. Tironian was the beast, the death, the kill, the fire, the Yang. They were complete opposites.
Steve and Tironian.
Captain America and The Dark Avenger.
She should have known all along. They were the same and there was no going back. Steve Rogers or Captain America was truly dead.
He was too far gone.
The picture of the Dark Avenger slid to the right of the TV screen and a video appeared. A shirtless man in black cargo pants, with chains wrapped around his wrist appeared on the screen. He was kneeling on the ground with whip lashes and cuts and bruises scattering his body.
"Steve."
Tironian.
4 years ago…
"His blood pressure is low, his temperature is depleting, his body fat is steadily decreasing, heart rate 20 to 30 bpm, cellular regeneration gradually growing faster, brain cells increasing, calcium bone structure –"
The doctor was interrupted.
"Did you take the last piece out?"
"No, the last thing left are his ribs. Once the Vibranium bone structure was molded the limbs were the first to be taken care of. The upper chest was left for last."
Slowly the doctor put the chart away and walked toward him with her high heels clacking against the rock floor. His breathing was shallow and quiet. His muscles were strained against the chains that continued to pull at his arms. The doctor carefully grabbed his chin and brought his face to hers. She grabbed her flashlight and slowly examined his red beady eyes.
"How are you feeling today?" The doctor asked in a quiet manor.
He grunted in response. The chains then pulled at his arms again and with all his strength given he pulled back. The doctor and her assistant watched as he struggled to fight with the chains. At first the chains were gradually stretching his arms far enough that the doctor thought they would rip off but soon enough the chains were cracking. His upper body was trying to aid his arms in support and it was somehow working. His elbows started to crease and they both realized he was going to win.
"Today is the last day of the procedure," he rolled his neck and his face cringed in disgust," Tomorrow you will start your trials. This time it won't be as easy as it was the first few times."
He nodded a little bit and the doctor acknowledged him. Slowly and carefully the assistant came up to him and put the collar around his neck. Then the assistant tightly tightened the chain on the collar. A few Hydra Red soldiers marched into the room and unchained the sides of his arms. The assistant then pulled on the collar and he slowly rose to his feet. The soldiers followed sweetly behind him and they all slowly trudged to the operation room. Once they made it to the operation room he lie down on the table while the soldiers strapped him to the adamantium table.
"We ready?"
"Yes, hand me the scalpel."
The soldiers backed up about ten feet while the doctors got to work. Slowly one of the doctors cut a line down his chest. The screaming and yelling didn't start then.
No, it started when they started to remove his bones from his upper chest and replace it with the vibranium.
"Ahh!"
A year later…
"I'm sorry Mr. Howard! I am so sorry! Ok I promise you I will deliver everything tomorrow! Just please don't kill me!"
Leonard stared at the man before him in disgust. The guards did the same to the man and shoved him to the ground. Leonard slowly backed away and sat down in his crown chair. Slowly he eased his way comfortably in the chair.
"We made a deal that you would deliver everything to me on time. I waited and waited until I got the package but…no. You clearly try to hide and run away from me –"
Leonard was interrupted.
"It was SHIELD! They kept getting in the way!"
"Don't interrupt me!" Leonard spat and one of the guards shot the man in the foot," Death is too kind for you. I think it is about time you meet my latest creation. I haven't given him a name yet but for now I call him…the Ultimatum."
Slowly a figure emerged from the shadows beside Leonard. Leonard didn't even spare the figure a glance as it came from the shadows. The guards looked at the shadowy figure in fear and quickly backed away. The scared and frightened man cowered in fear at the dark figure standing over him.
"Kill him," Leonard announced slowly and watched as the Ultimatum ripped the cowardly man to shreds.
2 months later…
Shoving him down on the bed she kissed him eagerly and passionately. Of course she was just full of the passion and lust. He was full of shit but she didn't know it. No one did. He played along like some horny drunk idiot who thought he fell in love. She was easy. Didn't take long to seduce her. Of course he learned from the best. Now all he needed to do was let the cards fall.
"You know my father really wants to know who you work for," he whispered hoarsely, she quickly got atop of him.
She laughed," A man like him wanting to know who I work for, Hilarious don't you think?"
"I think he is downright stupid," She laughed again and brought her hands to cup his cheek," He wants to meet with him. My father thinks whoever you work for is a…exquisite man. He desperately wants to meet with him in order to improve his business."
"Well if that's the case…my boss is always up for improvement," she muttered as he slowly stood up with her straddling him and pressed her against the wall," His name is Aiden white."
"Good job, my love," a voice whispered in the darkness. The woman's eyebrows furrowed and before she knew it her arms and legs were broken. Her useless body dropped to the ground. "I have to admit you are getting better at this but when having sex make sure you torture them with the pleasure."
She strode softly out of the shadows, her heels padded against the carpet of the floor. Quickly she grabbed his neck and brought his lips down to hers. This kiss wasn't like normal kisses. This kiss was rough, needy, and lustful. Her hands roamed roughly in his hair, pulling and tugging sharply. Biting his lip she pulled away and his eyes shot open.
"Yes, Cupid."
She laughed and started to kiss and bite at his earlobe. Without thoughts or mind he looked off the balcony and stared down and the crowd of idiots. A flash of lights brought him out of his thoughts. A couple was entering the room. The male was muscular with long brown hair. His eyes brown, his hands covered with black gloves. He was more than meets the eye obviously but the woman next to him was what really caught his eye. Her luscious red hair, her elegant curves, and those eyes. Those magnificent forest green eyes made his heart skip a beat. Her lips parted a little bit and that is what brought his attention to her lips. They were so red and plump. Probably better than Cupid's. Their eyes met. He could hear her breath hitch and the world just seemed to freeze. Images flashed in his head and for a fleeting moment he felt warm. He felt love but that was soon lost when Cupid grabbed his chin and forced her lips upon his.
Before he knew it the word Natasha escaped his lips.
Present time…
"Steven Grant Rogers known as Captain America – may he rest in peace – is dead," Natasha yanked at the cuffs in anger. Betty slowly looked away.
"The night Steve Rogers died was the night Tironian was born. The night Captain America went to sleep was the night the Dark Avenger was awaken," Leonard said with a smile. A moment later Agent Carter and the Winter Soldier walked in the room with their uniforms on.
"James," Natasha muttered. He didn't even look her way.
"Yep another spin in the memory thingy – I don't know what the hell they called it – erased his memory and brought back the Winter Soldier."
"What's the machine for?" Bruce asked and Natasha turned on him in anger.
"We find out that Steve is still alive and all you care about is this damn machine!" Natasha spat at him in anger.
"But this here machine," Leonard pointed his finger at the machine sitting in the middle of the room," Will bring about change. It will bring about revolution and…peace. After I put Tironian into this machine you won't be worrying about Steve or Tironian because they will both be nothing but a memory that helped me succeed. Ultron will rule."
"Speaking of that…is the machine ready?"
"Yes sir we just need the Ultimatum!" the agent yelled back. Leonard then left the room but not before calling someone.
"Who the hell is Ultron?" Pepper asked.
Tony slowly licked his lips and he seemed to be staring into nothing but a void. "He was supposed to be the solution. After…after Steve died I – I…I lost it. I couldn't handle the pain of losing…him and part of me wanted to just stop whatever we did. I wanted to stop being an Avenger because what is the point of being an Avenger if we can't even Avenge our own leader! Ultron was supposed to be my replacement. Ultron was supposed to be the thing that could do our job for us. We could live our lives, like normal people, and not worry about none of our loved ones dying. Ultron was going to be able to do a better job than we ever could. I told Bruce about it and he was somewhat considering it. This could have been something new. This could have been evolutionary."
"Why didn't you tell us?!" Pepper shouted at him.
Tears were rolling down his face," Because I found something in Ultron. He – he sought more than peace but world domination. He thought that peace was something that man could not commit too. I disabled the program and I thought I destroyed it –"
"But you didn't," Leonard said as he walked back in the room. Tony sighed and his head hung low. "And now the world is about to be taken over because of it. Has anyone seen Tironian? We can't do this without him people! Come on!"
Bruce's eyes widened as realization washed over him. "No…you can't do it. It won't work!"
"Brucey you truly are a genius," Leonard murmured.
"What is it now?"
"All of the soldiers and robo - soldiers are made of adamnitium. If you really wanted to rule the world he wouldn't want the second best metal in the galaxy. No he wants him. He is going to try to inject Ultron's brain into Tironian's body. With the control of his army at the tips of his fingers he will be the most powerful man in the galaxy."
. . Dark Avenger . .
Somewhere…
Tironian's POV
It was the beginning of the end. After I found a fairly decent motorcycle I raced back to the mansion. Of course the shield resting against my back felt somewhat familiar. Its firmness, its strength, its power, and it was all in a defensive weapon. Me being me today I wouldn't understand why a fighter would choose such a weapon but I do know. I weapon of defense because it protects, it doesn't kill. It defends this country. A symbol, a representation that America use to pray on. Would it now? Would it do it now knowing that Captain America was still alive? Of course the shield itself, exactly like my bone structure, was strong and didn't bend in my grip. Nope it stood tall and firm...just like me. As I eased my way into the parking lot of the mansion I couldn't believe my eyes. Everything was destroyed.
No. This couldn't be happening. I looked around and saw the trees in the surrounding forest had been mowed down as if an army ran it down. Fire and rubble was everywhere.
Leonard of course. This was the destruction of Hydra Red. I tried to smell for any blood but all I could smell was the burning of wood. Quickly I ran in the destroyed mansion, looking for any recognition I could find.
"Natasha!" I yelled only to get nothing in return. "Tony! Pepper! Darcy! Skye! Thor!"
I listed them all off and I got nothing but the crackle of wood burning and bricks falling. "Shadow!" I yelled uselessly. No hope emitted my voice but soon enough I heard a howl. My head quickly shot up as I recognized that distinct howl. Soon enough I saw a large beast running toward me. The beast had a wolf like form. Sharp claws, a furry body, stood like a man but looked like a wolf, slobbering fangs, wild golden eyes, and pointy ears. The beast ran toward me with lighting speed and before I knew it, it stood before me.
7 freaking feet tall
Its heavy breath clouded my face for a second before a smile graced my lips.
"Shadow?" I asked. The beast then slowly and gradually turned into a German shepherd. I massaged his head gracefully and I looked into its yellow eyes that faded into brown. Frantically I searched him knowing that the Avengers had to be smarter than I made them out to be. He licked my face as I tried to find anything on him. A clue, a note or something and I soon did.
There was a note in between Shadows' toes. It said.
Happy belated birthday! You better open my present or the whole world is going to hell! – Tony (Iron Man)
I smiled and quickly ran down to Tony's secret lab. Amazingly the only thing standing was my…present. With one quick punch I broke the glass surrounding it and put it on.
First it was uncomfortable and it smelled horrible, like motor grease and Vaseline. After a good amount of time the suit glowed. The arm band that surrounded my upper arm started to click. Before I knew it a full head mask surrounded my face, like a second skin. The suit then adjusted and after four clicks the suit tightened on every part of my body. It aligned my spine, tightened the muscles in my legs and arms, and it made my chest look more…pronounced. Soon enough the vein like lines in the suit then glowed blue. I felt lighter, energetic, and stronger. I looked at my shield that lie on the ground and suddenly before I knew it, it was coming at me. Instincts guided my arm into a defensive position. The shield then plastered itself on my right arm. Carefully I examined it. Of course the suit was partially magnetic. I pulled the hood over my head and the headset surrounding my head lit up.
"Hello Master Night. I like your new...weapon."
"JARVIS? I'm assuming Tony installed you," I sighed.
"Yes sir he did. Running diagnostics check…"
"You don't have to –" I was interrupted by the AI.
"Sir I have found a large amount of Lucrative in your system. It seems to be spreading…Sir do you know that your body is –"
"I know! Okay! I know what it is doing and I know what is going to happen but I have no time to worry about that," I gritted through my teeth. "Show me how far it has spread."
A picture of my upper body appeared in front of my face. All of my upper body had the darkened veins on it. It was starting to spread up my neck and over my ear. My legs and my arms had only a little.
"JARVIS, what is it like to live forever?" I asked softly.
"It is – how do you say – torture."
. . Dark Avenger . .
Still somewhere I don't know…
"Where the hell is he? Huh?" Logan yelled and continued to pace. "He said this was important and here we are…useless while the world is being taken over."
"Maybe he got hurt or something," Wade shrugged.
"Or maybe he decided to play badass again," Logan sighed. Oliver, Frank, Felicity, Bruce, Selina, Wade, and Johnny all looked hopeless. There was a chance. He always did bullshit like this before. Always left without a word, never to be seen until he wanted to be seen. He always did it and now they were losing faith in him.
"You lost hope in me already eh?"
All of them looked behind them to see the new and improved Dark Avenger. Glowing blue eyes, glowing blue veins, a shield dangling from a muscular arm, a new suit, and a big ass werewolf beside him.
"Look who finally made it."
"Fashionably late?" They could sense the smile hidden behind the mask.
"So tell me my friend…what do we call you?" Johnny asked and all their faces softened.
"Ti – no…Stev – no…just call me the Dark Avenger," I said softly. Truth is Steve was gone and now learning that Tironian was a lie brought stress upon me. I didn't know what to believe anymore. Captain America died and the only thing that was true to me was the beast…the Dark Avenger. I've learned over the past hour that me. Whoever I am is the weapon…the broken soldier that doesn't know what is a lie and what is truth.
"So what happened, where have you been, and what fuck is standing next to you?" Frank asked from his position on the car.
"I just learned that Shadow – my dog – can turn into a werewolf, I learned that five years of my life has been a lie, and I've been…busy," I simply said and their mouths opened in shock.
"About damn time you got your memories back. I mean I was about to crack," Frank said and jumped off the car.
I laughed a little," I was wondering why you kept calling me Steve. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I knew this was something you had to figure out on your own my friend. If I told you, you wouldn't have believed me," Frank muttered with a shy smile.
"So you were serious with us on the phone? You truly are Captain America?" Bruce asked and the rest nodded.
"I was once upon a time ago," I whispered, they barely heard me.
…
"Enough of this sadness. Time to whoop some Hydra Red ass!" Dead Pool yelled and everyone agreed. Shadow just howled in agreement.
"So tell us where has your ass been for the half hour," Felicity said as she walked up to me and playfully punched me in the stomach.
"Look behind me…over the hill," I whispered to her. She did as I said and the rest followed behind quietly. Soon I decided to join them. I looked at all their reactions and I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me.
"Is that who I think it is?" Selina asked.
"Yes…yes it is," I say proudly.
"There are a lot of them." Oliver said a little bit of anguish in his voice. He had put most of these people away.
"You know you're putting me, Oliver, Felicity, Selina, and Frank's life in danger because of this?" Bruce asked and I could tell there was no seriousness in his voice.
"Yeah but they swore not to try to kill you…until after we save the world," I said and that is exactly how they said it.
"Why don't you tell us how you came upon this," Frank said with disgust.
Fifteen minutes ago…
Slowly I walk down the steps of the subway and I am greeted with the sight of a humongous crowd.
"Well, well look who it is!" one man shouts. I look to see Sabertooth, or as everyone knows him, Logan's brother. At that the rest of the criminals look at me. Conan, Magneto, Venom, Clock King, Doctor Doom, Juggernaut, Apocalypse, Bullseye, Carnage, Mystique, Sandman, Lizard, Abomination, Rhino, The Hood, Mr. Freeze, Scarecrow, Bane, Poison Ivy, Red Hood, Arkham Knight, The Riddler, Black Adam, Deathstroke, Harley Quinn, Two – face, and some more scattered the back of the station. New criminals, old criminals, regular criminals, human criminals, enhanced criminals, and all the other freaks out there. I looked to the other side of the room. The heroes of our age. Black panther, Ant man, Spiderman, Green lantern, Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Nightwing, Arsenal, Red Arrow, the Titans, the Justice League, the Guardians of the Galaxy, Shazam, Atom, Azrael, Ajak, Cable, Banshee, Abomination, Colossus, the X – men, Storm, Fantastic Four, Batgirl, John Constatine, and all the other living legends.
"Why did you bring us here!? Summoning us with these pathetic excuses of superheroes!" One criminal yelled and all the others shouted in agreement.
"Pathetic excuses? If anyone here is pathetic it is you idiots who steal purses from old ladies!" one hero yelled. That started a back and forth between each other, pissing me off in the process. Slowly I let it out. Letting my eyes glow yellow, my fangs protrude, and claws starting to grow out of my fingers.
"ENOUGH!"
Silence.
"All of you are pathetic! For God's sakes the world is about to get taken over by robots and you stand here and argue over who is better. You superheroes want to protect this world but you are too busy arguing with criminals that you can't even see the real threat! And you criminals and killers! I thought this was your world! I thought you owned this place! All that talk of this is our planet! This is our world and you can't back it up! There is a new player in town and he thinks he can just come here and take our territory!? Hell no! This right here is our world! Heroes defend this world! Villains defend this world! You all have a common cause! A love one who might die because you are in a verbal fight with your enemy when you both have a common enemy when you sure as hell know there is a more powerful being out there! Look I know you hate each other! Okay! But tonight enemies will join together to take down a common enemy! I am done with all of you are I'm to badass bullshit! You villains I know you have some person out there you care about but there about to die because you can't over a title! Look you're either with me or alone in the world…or you're about to die!" I growled at all of them. My claws grew longer, my fangs grew sharper, and if it was possible my eyes grew a bolder gold.
"Sir you need to change back. It is spreading quicker," the AI whispered accordingly. As if on cue I coughed a bit of blood inside the mask.
"I know JARVIS. Will you just clean that up for me?" I asked softly. Looking back out I noticed I had the attention of everyone. Their gazes were softer than before and more knowing.
"Well I'm with –"
Present time…
"Yeah, yeah we all know how the story ends. 'Well I'm with you' and shit like that," Wade said. The Renegades looked at their vast army of psychos, killers, and heroes. After this everything was going to change. The world was going to change. I was going to change.
"I want you dumbasses to know that if none of us make it out this alive…well let's just say that…you guys gave me the best family I could ever have," Wade said…
Hold up.
Out of all these people Wade says it. Wade freaking Wilson says it. Dead Pool says it. God, I love this man.
"Yeah Wades right – for the first time in his life – it was nice to have this…our family," Oliver muttered and Felicity agreed.
"Strength," Frank whispered and I smiled at his tough look. We all knew there were tears under that trench coat. Slowly he pulled out his guns.
"Is what," Dead Pool pulled out his swords.
"We gain," Felicity pulled out her phone.
"From," Batman called his bat – mobile to him.
"The," Selina pulled out her whip.
"Madness," Oliver loaded up his quiver.
"We," Johnny turned into the Ghost Rider.
"Survive," My eyes glowed gold.
HAHA IM BACK AND BETTER THAN EVER! WERE ABOUT TO HAVE OURSELVES A WAR PEOPLE!
MARVEL AND DC TEAM UP
YES ASSES WILL BE WHOOPED IN THE PROCESS
VILLAINS AND HEROES COMING TOGETHER IN ORDER TO SAVE THEIR HOME! WOOOOOOOOOH!
ONE MORE CHAPTER LEFT FOLKS AND IM NOT PLAYING WITH YOU WHEN I SAY SOMEONE IS GOING TO END UP HAVING A FUNERAL.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH TIRONIAN?
WILL THE WINTER SOLDIER FIND OUT TIRONIAN IS STEVE?
SOMEONE GIVE FRANK A PILL
HAHA SHIT IS ABOUT TO GO DOWN!
ANY QUESTIONS YOU HAVE WILL BE ANSWERED IN THE NEXT AND FINAL CHAPTER
I was asking myself so many questions right now. Why was I here? Why did I come here? Why was I so volunteering? Why did I think this would work? Why am I doing this? Why did they let me? My thoughts were running wild as I sat in the wooden box. I waited for him to arrive. I was actually surprised his members let me in. I mean they know who I am yet they drag me in here. Looking around the dark box, the fresh oak smelling like outside, I knew I had to do and this was me doing it.
Well partly.
I heard a knock on the side of the wall I was leaning on. Harshly I whispered," Shut the hell up."
"Excuse me," a man said on the other side of me.
"My apologies sir, there was just a little nag in my ear," I said and my eyes traveled to the other side of the box.
"All is forgiven…so why are you here?" The priest asked.
"A woman once asked me why do I not ask for forgiveness and – excuse my language – I gave a really shitty answer. So I am telling you now, in this moment, that I have sinned…I have sinned a lot."
…
"We all have sinned but him especially," Dead Pool said outside from the box alongside Cat Woman, Batman, Green Arrow, Queen, Punisher, and Ghost Rider. Ghost Rider being the Angel of Vengeance he is, he was practically welcomed into the church.
"Probably because he kicked Satin's ass," Wade commented. I was speaking out loud again. Damn it.
Before I knew it my hand curled into a fist and shot through the wooden box to punch Wade in the face.
"Um I will pay for that," I whispered and the Priest nodded," But here I am. The Dark Avenger…Asking for forgiveness."