Hey guys!
Just wondering if anyone here reads Pagen Godess' PokeVengers fanfiction. I got hooked on Feriowind's drawing myself and am looking into getting permission to post some of my own fan fiction of it. Would anyone be interested in that?
Otherwise, enjoy the chapter- I need to go write more... badly...
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Brenda sat down at the computer with a sigh, cracking her knuckles as she readied herself for some serious typing. Tasha came in and sat down. Both girls were dressed in graphic t-shirts and jeans. Tasha's had a picture of a campfire with a marshmallow roasting over it, with large letters saying "BURN" across the top. Brenda's had a picture of a white tiger made of words.
"Need any help?" Tasha asked.
"Yep. I need your computer expertise to help me figure out what exactly the Ten Rings want with the Avengers- WHY they would kidnap them and not send a ransom note."
Tasha pulled over a laptop and sat cross legged on a counter, placing the laptop in her lap. "Give me a minute," she said. "Can you send me the schedule for the UN meeting again?"
"Sure," Brenda said, and swiped a tab onto Tasha's screen. She pulled it up and said, "So this is scheduled for when again?"
"Two days from now, I think," Brenda said. She pulled something up and typed some words into a search bar and hit enter. A red line immediately began scanning the agenda for her keywords.
"What are you looking up?" Tasha asked, leaning over to see.
"Searching for 'Iran'. If that doesn't work, I'll try 'Afghanistan', then 'Ten Rings', then... I don't know."
They sat in silence for a few minutes, before Brenda sighed. "Nothing for Iran. I'll try Afghanistan now."
They only sat in silence for a few more minutes before the screen lit up green. "Match!" Brenda exclaimed, shoving the article over to Tasha's screen. "And look at what it's about-"
"-limiting the amount of missiles in Afghanistan... that would fit!" Tasha hissed as she highlighted the document and sent it to everyone's phones.
"Ten Rings would definitely not be pleased with this. Don't think a piece of paper would stop them, though," Brenda muttered.
"Well, it's not just that."
Brenda looked over the top of her computer.
"They're going to enforce the ban, by sending UN troops into Afghanistan to disassemble excess missiles."
Her eyes widened, and Brenda straightened up. "No wonder!" she gasped. "Americans would go downright insane if someone tried to come in and take away our way of defense!"
Tasha nodded as the door to the room of the conference room opened and a small figure slipped in. Siklali was dressed in one of Bruce's shirts that Stephanie had offered to take in for her until the child could get some proper clothes from New York. It fit her well and Siklali was pleased with the blue dress. Shoes were another matter.
Siklali tiptoed over to Brenda's arm and tugged on her shirt hem. Brenda started and turned to look at her.
"You left this in your room," the young Hindi girl said solemnly, placing Brenda's comm in her hand. "It's been making odd noises and when I held it up to my ear a lady told me that your daddy is awake."
Brenda bolted to her feet, slamming her laptop closed. "Father is awake," she told Tasha quickly as the other girl looked at her curiously. "I've gotta go."
Tasha's expression changed to that of compassion. "Go on," she urged Brenda. "Go say hello."
Brenda sighed in relief and took off at a sprint.
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Brenda bolted down the corridor, taking a few sharp turns as she ran. Her breath came in heavy pants as she sprinted past agents, doing her best to not create any messes.
She skidded to a halt at the door to the infirmary, taking a deep breath and smoothing her ruffled hair, before she pushed open the door and stepped inside.
"Brenda Banner. I just heard my father is awake...?" she asked a young nurse.
The woman smiled kindly. "He is. He's in that room right there-" and she pointed to a room adjacent to Tony Stark's.
Brenda smiled thankfully and nodded to the woman, who returned the nod and went off to attend to another sick agent.
The young woman shoved the door open and a grin spread across her face. "Father!" she said happily, bouncing over and dropping down into a seat beside Bruce Banner's bedside.
Bruce was sitting upright, working on something on a tablet, but he looked up and smiled at Brenda. "Brenda! How are you?" he asked warmly, turning the tablet off and reaching out to hug her.
Brenda held back tears and fisted her hands behind his back. "'M fine," she said, voice wobbling. "I'm more worried about you."
Bruce laughed, drawing back from the hug. "I'm perfectly healthy," he said with a casual wave of his hand. "I'm honestly not even sure why I'm still here."
She laughed. "Have you asked them to let you out?"
He nodded. "They keep saying they just want to make sure there isn't any psychological damage," he said, voice disgruntled. "I'd think I'd know if I wasn't psychologically fit."
She laughed again and asked, "Did they do the whole ream of tests- you know, what day is your birthday, what's today's date, what's your name..."
Bruce nodded. "I had problems with today's date, actually. Wasn't quite sure how long I had been unconscious."
"It's-
"December 22," Bruce said with a weary sigh. "The doctor told me."
"Three days 'til Christmas!" Brenda said, with a sweet child-like enthusiasm.
Bruce smiled affectionately and kicked his feet out of the bed to land on the floor. Brenda hastily rose and assisted him for a moment, making sure he wasn't going to fall before releasing her tight grip on his shoulder.
The door opened and a doctor bustled in, flipping through charts. "Bruce Banner, you're cleared to leave the infirmary," the man said absently, already looking at something else in his stack of papers.
"Great- thanks," Bruce said quickly, grabbing his jacket off the back of Brenda's chair.
They quickly vacated the infirmary and made their way towards the corridor with rooms only for the Avengers and Young Avengers. Bruce's room was right across from Brenda's- and Siklali's.
"So..." Brenda said, dragging the word out. "We picked up another person while we were in Calcutta."
Bruce glanced at her briefly, a frown on his face. "What do you mean?" he asked warily.
"I mean-" Brenda started to say, but was cut off by Siklali ramming into her midsection.
"Brenda! I went looking for you and then I got lost and I got scared and no one else can understand me and-" Siklali wailed unhappily, seemingly not noticing- or caring- about Bruce.
"Calm down, Siklali," Brenda said soothingly, kneeling to see eye to eye with the girl. "I'll teach you English as soon as I can. We have to find one more person before I can teach you, though."
Bruce's eyes sparked with concern. "Who are we missing?" he asked worriedly.
"Captain Rogers," Brenda said with a sigh. "Stephanie's been really scared for him- even if she hides it."
Bruce nodded solemnly as Brenda stood up and picked Siklali up as well. Upon seeing Bruce, she hid her face in Brenda's shoulder silently.
"And, uh- who's this?" Bruce asked, gesturing to Siklali. "And is that one of my shirts?"
"Bruce, this is Siklali. Siklali, this is my father, Bruce," Brenda said. "And yes, that is one of your shirts, Father."
He smiled a bit and laughed, shaking his head. "I can see that. Good thing I don't really care for that particular shirt."
Brenda smiled and nodded. "Stephanie knows how to sew, so she offered to take it in for Siklali. She did a good job, didn't she?" she asked Siklali.
Siklali nodded emphatically.
"How does she know what you're saying?" Bruce asked suspiciously, frowning in thought.
"Lori cast a spell that enabled me to understand Hindu and Siklali to understand English," Brenda said with a shrug. "It'll do until I can properly teach her English."
"Why is she even here?"
Brenda sighed and covered Siklali's ear. "Her father drinks and her mother is dead," she said softly. "She wanted to come to America in exchange for information on where you were."
"So you took the offer?" Bruce asked unbelievingly.
Brenda nodded. "Besides, she's very sweet and doesn't get in the way. Lori helped a lot with the spells. I plan to drop her off at Stark Tower with Pepper and Jane- Thor's sweetheart."
Bruce seemed to think the plan over, before he looked at her, eyes serious. "You know you're too young to adopt her, right?"
Brenda sighed and nodded. "I'll figure something out," she said. "I was hoping you would adopt her..."
His eyebrows shot up. "I don't think that's the best idea," he said cautiously.
Brenda matched his gaze with her own deep brown gaze, refusing to back down. "You basically adopted me," she pointed out.
"That's different- you're a teenager, not a small child," Bruce said exasperatedly.
"It isn't that much different," Brenda said, as she started walking down the corridor, forcing Bruce to catch up to her. "I really was innocent as a child the last time I was here."
"And you aren't anymore?" Bruce asked sharply.
She didn't answer.
He seemed to realize that he wouldn't get much more out of her and instead moved on to other topics. "So we're missing Rogers?"
Brenda nodded. "Yeah. She's... not taking it well..." No names were needed.
"Well, I think I can help with that," he said quietly.
She stopped abruptly and whirled, eyes wide. "No way," she breathed. "You too?!"
"What do you mean?" he asked in confusion.
"We found Thor first. He gave us the location of Natasha and Clint. They, in turn, gave us coords to where Tony was. He told us- inadvertently- where you were. And now-"
"Rogers is in Italy," Bruce said solemnly. "My captors were talking about sending some men to help guard him."
Brenda gasped and reached up to her comm. "Tasha!" she said quickly. "I need all the info on Captain Rogers' missions in Italy. Send it out to everyone's phones and get statuses on the recovering Avengers. We have a Captain to rescue."