AN: Ya know, I've come to realize that I don't have a stable posting schedule. It's really whenever I feel like it. The reviews are what keep me going through the storm.
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Let's get right back in…
Nick Fury in the Stark tower elevator havin' a blast…
The calming solo of the jazz trumpet and the warm colors of the elevator helped clear Nick Fury's mind a bit and he took this moment of peace to think about his current situation. He was standing next to an unfamiliar ally that, for the last twelve years, had taken up residency in the back of his mind. For all he knew, the asset he had labeled as Kraken could be conspiring to kill him at any point in their temporary partnership.
When he thought back to their first contact with Kraken, he actually found him by accident. He was walking down the streets of New York because it was the first vacation day he had used in years, looking down every alley way he passed which for him was just a habit he had developed in his chosen career path. He passed an alley and glanced at the darkness within and saw a flash of orange near the ground, then there was a sudden large impact with the ground followed by a long and loud meow of a cat ascending upwards very fast towards the top of the building. He knew it was a cat because as he followed the source of the sound with his eyes and the silhouette of a cat outlined in front of the moon as the feline peaked in its flight to the roof of what had to be a sixteen story building.
He immediately contacted his recon and asset containment team at SHIELD and had them assess the situation. Everything was going smoothly until the 'cat' ran up to the roof and 'disposed of' four pigeons and broke into the apartment in which they were simulating the standard containment operation. Which resulted in the gory consumption of one of his top agents and the endangerment of a damn good one. In the end, SHIELD ended up with the subject in containment.
Fury immediately decided the fate of their newly acquired asset and put it on ice. But not before running a multitude of tests on it. When he found that its brain waves were similar to that of humans, he formed a theory that he kept to himself, that this thing has some sort of capacity for morals and trust as was demonstrated at the gruesome simulation earlier. He didn't know if the subject would take an interest in him or not, but he did observe that it seems to be driven by food.
If Nick Fury's hand was the hand that feeds, they would slowly develop a bond built on trust. Resulting in the formation of some type of loyalty from the beast. But if his theory failed, then he would end up dead in every scenario. That's why the trust he shows towards Kraken is not real in the slightest. He has to keep himself at arms length from Kraken, not a hard task because he was already disgusted by him, not to mention his eye. Fury keeps a tranquilizer gun on him at all times around Kraken, his guard will never be down.
That's ok, the director of SHIELD was never one to make friends.
This entire mission was a test run for his theory, Kraken is going back in storage immediately after completion of the mission. As for now, Nick Fury is giving off the illusion of presentable liberty to Kraken so that he doesn't spontaneously die in a laser blast or another claw to the eye.
So far, He has gathered that Kraken is a very efficient and intimidating killer. His potential is unmeasured due to lack of action from the feline imposter. The main objective is to keep containment of Kraken, the second objective is to save New York from the invading force.
As he looked down at Kraken by his foot, he couldn't help but believe his personal theory that the purple blood soaked feline had some sort of conscience.
The kitty cat havin' a blast in the elevator…
The atmosphere of the elevator allowed me to think clearly and thoughtfully for the first time in a while as I sat back on my haunches. I was free on Earth for mere hours before I was apprehended by SHIELD who then put me in an icy prison for twelve years and thawed me out because they wanted me to fight with them to save New York.
Make no mistake, my loyalty lies with the city and NOT a secret agency that kept me locked up like some kind of secret weapon. I'll save New York and then I'll run away and blend in with the other stray cats that are on the streets.
Besides the cosmic twins that put me here, Cecilia is the person I trust the most, I don't really know why and I can't explain the reason. I trust Cecilia the toddler the most because she is what she says she is, a toddler. She made me feel like I could trust her and I did 100%.
My interaction with other individuals has been virtually non-existent, I believe Nick Fury has kept that to a minimum. I haven't even seen any of my so-called friends and foes in the presentation he gave me when I woke up, mainly because I think he has planned out a route for me to follow. Now I'm headed towards an unknown enemy force, the anticipation is killing me.
I cast myself out of my thoughts because we were nearing the top floor of Stank tower where the supposed bad guy is based and Nick Fury's crew might also be. The hair on the back of my neck stood up and I felt my tail flick nervously from side to side. The top was nearing closer and closer, my partnership with SHIELD was nearing its end and I can just imagine the freedom to explore the city like I used to, but it'll be different because I'm a cat.
The elevator made a ding sound, and the doors opened... To reveal an empty, expensive, and impressive looking highrise, complete with a view of aliens and giant flying worms tearing through New York. There was a rather extravagant looking balcony connected to the room, there was also expensive looking alcohol in a bar against the back wall of the room.
"Meow." I vocalized, to me that meant: Wow, what kind of money do you have to make to even live here?
"Yeah, where the hell are they?" Nick Fury responded acting like he knew what I just said. I've come to despise him and his antics. If I was a human I'd laugh, but i'm a cat so this feels like some sort of prejudice.
The vibrations of the aliens flying close to the tower made the bottles in the bar fall off the shelf, breaking on the floor, leaving broken glass and alcohol everywhere. As if there wasn't enough broken glass on the floor, I'm lucky I haven't cut my paws yet.
Nick Fury exited the elevator and proceeded to storm around the room with an authoritative stride while grumbling something about people jumping off of buildings.
I padded out of the elevator and through the room onto the balcony which, to me, seemed like a feat of architecture and engineering, and gazed out at my city. The city looked like it was destroyed, rubble was everywhere, smoke was pouring out from various holes and gashes carved into buildings. Not to mention the giant asshole in the sky that the aliens were coming from. Alien invaders in what looked like flying chariots were zooming past at high speeds.
Before I knew it, my body threw itself off the balcony towards the street below. 'Is this a sign?' I thought to myself as I continued my free fall, suddenly my jaw unhinged at an unseen foe and dark tentacles flew from my gaping maw and latched onto an alien who happened to be flying past, devouring it whole and leaving me sitting on the back of a flying chariot. There was a pilot, but he didnt hear me silently devour his gunner.
An idea began to form in my cat brain, what if I sat at the back of this thing and killed aliens like that? A sly grin appeared on my face, or the thing that would resemble a cat grinning like an evil genius. I looked out the back of the flying vehicle and braced myself with all four paws, a familiar pressure grew from my nose. The feeling of having to sneeze overcame me and I inhaled through my nose. When I did finally sneeze, a laser shot out of my mouth and into a chariot flying the opposite way destroying it on impact. The laser also took out a chunk of a building.
'Oops did I do that?' I thought innocently and evilly, 'What fun has been brought upon me!'
I opened my mouth and tentacles shot out like heat seeking missiles, bringing back aliens for me to eat. At this point I was quite full, overfed in fact and quite drowsy. A yawn emanated from my mouth as I collapsed on the back of the flying chariot thing. A cat nap would do me good, I thought, as I faded into a somewhat peaceful rest.
About an hour later…
I regained consciousness as I looked around me. I stood atop what seemed a two story pile of charred and clawed alien bodies between two buildings. Just how did I get here? Did I do this? Where was my alien taxi driver?
A drip of purple alien blood fell upon my tiny nose, I looked up. A giant smoking worm carcass was hanging out of a building above me, its innards were hanging out, showering me with purple blood. The smell was disgusting, like burnt metal, rubber, and meat.
Unbeknownst to me, a figure was climbing the mountain of bodies. The figure got about halfway up and I saw him in all his red, white, and blue glory. A man wielding a shield with a star in the middle. I recognized him from the powerpoint presentation Fury gave me, it was one of his team.
"I've got eyes on some kind of monster." said the man with his finger to his ear. "It looks like a small purple housecat… it shot lasers from its mouth and eyes… No, I'm not seeing things Tony!"
"Meow!" I responded loudly. What I actually meant to say was: Finally a friend! Who killed all these aliens? How did I get here? Who's Tony?
"I'm Steve by the way..."
Captain America pov...
I can't describe what i've just seen.
I sat down on the curb and watched the 'cat' murder all of these aliens and that big giant flying worm. I caught the look in its eye, and it was rabid. I'm just glad it's killing the aliens and not the humans.
It was a small blur claws and lasers bouncing off buildings, if it wanted me dead then I would be long gone.
All the enemies suddenly made themselves scarce and the great beast stood atop the pile of bodies that it had amassed.
I'm going to go up and introduce myself to it.
The kitty serial killer...
Me and the star spangled man stared at each other for a good minute and he was looking more and more weary as the seconds passed. When you represent America, in my opinion, your intentions are pure. So I think I can trust this man.
But what kind of name was Steve? Who names their child Steve?
I hopped off the mound of bodies onto the street below where I would carve Steve a message that would let him know that I was indeed a friend. Boy what I would do for a marker and a whiteboard right about now. Steve stayed on top of the pile; his stance was filled with caution.
*CLANK*
The sound of one of my claws deploying made the big man jump. He hid himself behind the shield for what could have been a very damaging laser beam.
I carved out a word into the pavement and waited patiently for him to make his way down to read it with the invasion going on all around us. This word could potentially describe my entire situation up this point.
Mr. America read what I had hastily scratched out into the pavement: FURY.
I watched his facial expression as it went from cautious and wary to dazed and confused in two seconds. To a level, I understood his confusion. How would a cat know about the secret commander of the secret organization.
My city was being invaded, there was no time for this. I carved more words above the previous word.
Steve read the next words that I scribbled into the concrete: SAVE PEOPLE?
His face changed, like he just realized his duty.
"Do you do that sort of thing?" Steve asked me with genuine curiosity.
I nodded my head at him. Yes I did heroically save some people earlier today from becoming giant worm food. It instead became cat food but I couldn't tell him that because I'm a cat. If only I could speak, that would solve all my problems very handily. Sadly this body doesn't have the capability to make human vocalizations.
Steve shrugged his shoulders and ran down the street, away from the mountain of dead alien bodies and towards cries of help. I followed his example.
"AH!" screeched a female civilian as an alien was about to shoot her. Steve threw his shield at the alien with much velocity, the shield hit the alien and rebounded in the air towards Steve like a weird boomerang. He then sprinted at the invader who tried to bring up its gun to shoot him. But Steve got there just in time to bash it in the face with the edge of the shield, hard. The alien promptly died, collapsing to the ground and staying still.
The woman was shaky and tearful, telling Steve her name and even her number. Steve told her to evacuate and pointed in a direction that seemed safe. She then ran in that direction with her arms flying behind her.
Steve turned to me and I looked at him. I watched him as he tore up the piece of paper that had her digits inscribed on it. He must have a girlfriend.
In Earth's Orbit...
Beevus and Butthead looked on as their creation unconsciously went on a rampage. What surprised them the most was how he was killing them. He would pierce a hole through an alien and climb through the empty chest cavity clawing the next alien. He killed the other leviathan with a gigantic laser straight on.
"Truly one of the most ruthless creatures ever to exist." Stated Beevus spectating in awe.
"And you thought it was a cat." Joked Butthead in an 'I told you so' tone.
"It looked like one!" Beevus fired back. "It was floating closest to earth."
"Your logic is flawed, cats don't belong in space." Butthead responded with intelligence.
Both resumed their view of the happenings down on the planet below with much interest and intrigue.
AN: It took me forever to write this chapter please leave a review if you liked it.
Until next time :)
