The Dark Knight Initiative
Hi guys! Just letting you know that this chapter is shorter than the previous chapter, so please don't hate me for that, it's just a build up to the nearing climax. Also, I wanted to get this out before the New Years.
Seen Thor 3: Ragnarok, and I noticed that the humor in Thor keeps increasing as his series keep going. Don't get me wrong, I love Thor, I was laughing my ass off at the part when the God of Thunder was begging Stan Lee not to cut his hair, or the tunnel scene, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory anyone? Laughed so hard while shaking my head at that scene.
Oh, and when he tells Hulk he doesn't even like Banner cuz of brainy stuff, a few minutes later he tells Banner he doesn't like Hulk cuz of childish smashing. Speaking of Hulk, I don't know, he seems less cool in this movie? The first Avengers film he was a force to be reckoned with, now he's a super powered overly-sized kid with, *pardon the redundancy*, temper tantrums. And there's the Doctor Strange cameo, nice. Overall, Thor Ragnarok told a really good story, not great, but still good. I would rewatch it, and I think Thor is the first of the Avengers to receive a serious injury like he did, I mean sheesh. The guy lost an eye.
Justice League, well for one I'm seriously surprised at the running time of 2 hours?! It was still a good movie, Batman is badass as usual, Wonder Woman is the boss, Aquaman is no longer the lame character people think he is. Flash, well, seen Flash from CW, so… no comment. Cyborg said 'booyah' so nice tribute there.
And let's talk about the part when they revived Superman, which was an awesome scene. Dunno if they kinda overpowered Supes a bit since he was up against pretty much the whole team, but it was still awesome. Was kinda worried when it seemed he wasn't all up there in the head, but they resolved that one nicely. Once again, I love the movie, would buy it on blu-ray, but 2 hours?! There better be a Director's Cut of this.
Phew, okay, I think that's all I can say about that. So, onto the reviewers:
Jaeson Chandler: Thanks. Don't worry, Luke and Strange will be mentioned in the future. Maybe not on this fic but in subsequent ones.
janahjean: Lol, yeah. Gotta love how Stark thinks sometimes… sometimes.
JimmyHall24: Yeah, I remember, Bane was still incredibly intelligent in the comics. The difference now is he has an English accent instead of a Spanish accent, lol.
Master Auror X: Thanks. And yup, the Batman will be coming back soon.
Jaxicoricorrphalipotorian: Thanks, and uhh, is your username a reference to something? Doctor Who?
Dracomancer1: Thanks, any ideas you may have has been very helpful in developing the story.
Divine Protector of Skyrim: No, thank you. And don't you think badassium would be a great name for an element? Lol.
Jackalope89: Thanks for the review. I got some of the references, though I don't who the 'random drunk guy in front of the area liqueur store' is?
Shockeye7665: Thanks. And yeah, whatever is bugging Natasha has to do with Miranda since both of them had similar training when they were children. The question is who is better at fooling the other?
And getting pre-IronMan Stark right was no easy feat, I had to keep watching all Marvel movies several times to spot the slight differences. It was subtle, and RDJ did it perfectly. I appreciate that someone mentioned Happy and Obadiah, since the latter died in the first movie, people forget that he's known Tony since he was a kid. Happy doesn't get enough appreciation, but he is one of Tony's closest friends.
Finally, someone recognized Poison Ivy, or maybe everyone did but didn't think of mentioning it, I don't know. But yeah, I was thinking what kind of nuclear fusion reactor could power an entire city for pretty much forever? Then I watched Cosmos on TV and booyah, Artificial Photosynthesis, thanks Neil Degrasse Tyron. And who better knows about how plants work than Poison Ivy herself?
Lol, yeah. I figured Tony wouldn't like Bruce, the playboy face that Bruce does anyway, but he would a kind of a fan of the Batman.
Fury is a smart man, and when he and Bruce meet it will be the meeting of the spy and the detective.
My thoughts on the Marvel Netflix shows. Well I love Daredevil and Jessica Jones, though Jessica Jones Season 1 I give props because of David Tenant's amazing acting as Kilgrave. Daredevil is good overall, especially when Vincent D'Onofrio acts as Wilson Fisk. Luke Cage and Iron Fist were okay, though I feel they rushed both shows to get Defenders out faster, which I like Defenders as well. I would like to add the characters to future fics.
Oh, and haven't seen Agents of SHIELD yet, but with Ghost Rider making his appearance in the show, I will have to start watching it. And Punisher, my God what can I say about the Punisher that just came out last month. In the first episode it was like watching a bomb you know will explode, you just don't know when it will explode. And it was glorious, though it can be a bit too much with the violence sometimes. It didn't do it all the time.
As for the DC Arrowverse, Arrow was good in the first few seasons, now it's starting to get stale I guess? Legends of Tomorrow have good vast array of characters. Flash is where it really is, the drama, comedy and science of it all gets better every season.
And don't ask me why, but I just can't seem to bring myself to watch Gotham.
And with that, let's get on with the story. Thank you everyone.
Disclaimer: I don't own either of these movies or franchises, if I did, or rather if anyone did they wouldn't be putting it on the internet but rather make the crossover happen in reality right now. Lol
Ch10: Fourth Month
Natasha hasn't been having a good day at all today as she walks to a certain building. Having a headache coming on from the news she received lately, the fact that all her investigations have turned up empty and because something keeps scratching at the back of her mind that she still can't figure it out. It would have been easier if she could hack through a computer, or interrogate someone, or even seduce one of the henchmen to spill some secrets.
But all options were taken away from her, obviously since Bane had all electrical power cut off from the beginning, the city was a no man's land. She couldn't just kidnap someone and interrogate them since there're eyes and ears everywhere. And she couldn't even use her charms effectively, the lower ranked subordinates have no clue what's really going on, while the ones Bane keeps close by are hardened and skilled killers, they won't be foolish enough to fall for something as that. All her usual tricks are rendered moot, she gathered some information but none of them are leads that can help the city, and the only real lead she has is a gut feeling she cannot explain. She was not the type of person to leave any stone unturned, which brings her to investigate on it.
Which leads her to her current predicament. First of all, the government apparently doesn't want to listen to Director Fury or SHIELD when they ordered them not to send any units, yet they stubbornly went ahead and sent three of their men, or so what Natasha has been told by Gordon. She also knows that they are due to arrive today, so she decided to go towards the sanctuary where she met Mr. Fox and Ms. Tate. Not wanting to think about that particular situation right now.
Reaching the sanctuary that she and Blake stumbled into a month ago, she walks in, searching for anything that could be useful. Once inside, she notices that it seems there were more people occupying the building than the last time she came here, the place was starting to get a little too crowded. Taking the elevator, she finds both Lucius Fox and Miranda Tate on the second floor, giving clothes and food to the needy.
Coming up to the two, "Hey, um, do you guys have any extra sweaters I can have?" she asks while having her arms wrapped around herself, shivering. She hardly needed it, what she was wearing was enough, being born and raised in Russia made you used to the cold, but it was essential to start a conversation.
Both Executives turned to face her, "Oh, welcome back," Lucius gave a warm, contagious smile.
"Here, it's not much, but it should be enough to keep you warm," Miranda hands her a shawl, smiling a motherly and compassionate smile.
Taking the shawl, Natasha wraps it around her shoulders, "Thanks," she tells them as she hugs herself even tighter, relishing in the warmth she's feeling.
"So, what brings you back?" Lucius asks curiously.
"It was starting to get cramped with Blake and the cops, they're still looking for a way to stop the bomb," Romanoff replies.
"Any progress?" Miranda asks.
Natasha looks at them in the eyes, they both seem to be concerned enough about the situation, so what was she missing? She thinks about her next words. "Well, that's something you'll have to ask Commissioner Gordon, he's the guy handling things," she tells them.
Just then, the elevator doors open, revealing Blake, accompanied with three men Natasha's never seen before. Though these men are cleverly discreet with it, they have submachine guns hidden underneath their jackets, she could tell from the way they presented themselves, one of their arm is slightly tucking itself closer than the other. Analyzing that these must be the Special Forces Unit that were sent to aid the police, Natasha couldn't help but glare at Blake for bringing them here.
The person in question widened his eyes when he saw Natasha immediately as they got off the elevator, with looks that could kill a man right at his direction. Guiltily looking away, Blake introduces Captain Jones and his team of Special Forces to the Wayne Executives.
Pulling Blake away from the group, Natasha hisses at the rookie detective, "What are you doing?"
Raising his hands up in defense, said rookie replies, "They weren't listening to Gordon, they thought they understood the situation and wanted to deal with an appeasement plan, so the Commish had me bring them here to clarify stuff."
Keeping silent for a second, Natasha nodded, comprehending the circumstances. Looking over the group, they could overhear the conversation.
"… as CEO of Wayne Enterprises, I have to take responsibility for it," Miranda tells the SPF.
"Why?" Captain Jones asks.
"We built it," came the reply.
From here on out, Natasha tuned out the discussion, she's already heard it all before. She did take note that both Wayne Executives seem to be willing to take full responsibility for the bomb. Her instincts were still kicking in, then she thought that maybe she wanted to blame them for manufacturing the thing in the first place. That's probably why something felt off, but she wouldn't disregard it, she survived this long trusting her instincts, so she'll just keep watch for now. Turning her attention back to the group, she's sees Blake trying to accompany the SPF, but was turned down.
"…we'll take it from here, you stay and look after this folks," Captain Jones dismisses Blake as he and his men head inside the elevator, leaving Nat, Blake, Lucius and Miranda on the second floor.
"Well that was a waste of time," Blake comments.
A couple seconds later, multiple gunshots could be heard, Natasha and Blake quickly look over the balcony to see Bane's men, armed with assault rifles attacking the sanctuary. "Someone sold us out," Blake says, looking at Natasha, who was thinking the same thing. He pulls out his gun as he tries to bring both Miranda and Lucius outside, but the elderly man tells them to just take Miranda as his legs aren't as good as they used to be.
Escorting the Wayne CEO to safety, Natasha and Blake attempt to take the stairs, only to see two of Bane's henchmen blocking it. Fortunately, they weren't facing them, giving Natasha plenty of time to rush over and deliver a push kick to the first henchman, sending him flying down the stairs. Then before the second henchman even has time to react and fire off a shot, Natasha shoves the muzzle of the gun away from her and punches the man right in his adam's apple simultaneously, causing him to choke on his own larynx.
Heading down to the first floor, Romanoff signals to Blake and Ms. Tate to go ahead as she forces herself to stay and make sure no one follows them, securing their exit. Finding cover underneath a desk in the far corner, she covertly peeks at her surroundings, seeing the Special Forces team down, the only one she could see still alive is the Captain. She thought about helping him, until she saw Bane himself show up, staring down at the SPF Captain. Seeing the man behind all this chaos in person, the man was more intimidating than Natasha thought he would be.
"I'll die before I talk," Captain Jones says.
"I'm on your schedule Captain," Bane replies, placing his knee right on Captain Jones' windpipe, pressing down slowly, the sound of him struggling and suffocating could be heard until his windpipe made a sickeningly crushing sound.
"There are more people living upstairs," one of the henchman announces.
Standing back up, Bane commands, "Round them up for judgment," then he points to the three dead bodies of the Special Forces on the floor, "And hang them, for the world to see."
Still in her hiding spot, Natasha carefully brings her head back in.
"Hey!" she suddenly hears from behind, turning around, she sees that she's been spotted by another of Bane's men, her cover blown, she decides not to fight back in risk of getting killed, instead she opts for the next option, escape. Gunning for it, Nat exits by jumping through the window, glass shattering and flying all over, and rolling it off to disperse the landing impact.
Bane's men attempt to chase after her, but is stopped by the big man himself.
"Don't waste your energy," he tells them, "Send our new recruits to intercept her, as many as are available." Nobody could see it underneath his mask, but there was a ghost of a grin, 'Keep running little girl… you've overstayed your welcome,' he thought as he heads up the stairs to see the people they've captured.
Sprinting as fast as her feet could take her, Natasha started heading east, back to the location where the rest of the remaining police are. Then in front of her, three people carrying submachine guns block her path and begin firing. Making a hard-left turn, she enters an alley, and exits the other side, but even there she was intercepted by three more people heavily armed who also starts firing in her direction. Taking cover by an abandoned pick-up truck, Natasha quickly looks to her left, and to her right, no more assailants seem to be appearing, but the six right now are preventing her from heading east.
Making the decision, she turns back and heads west, zig-zagging as she runs so the gunmen don't have a clear shot of her. But instead of looking for the next cover spot, she stays in the open, using some cars as shields instead of going into buildings for better cover. Looking back, she sees the six heavily armed men chasing after her, firing a shot when they think they can get her, but ultimately misses. Observing that these men aren't well protected like the ones she saw in the sanctuary, Nat deduces that these men must be the convicts Bane and his men released from Blackgate prison months ago.
Rounding a corner, she sees more convicts armed with melee weapons coming her way, instead of turning back she still heads straight towards them, she dodges them head by doing a wall run parkour move, passing them by. She keeps running, still staying out in open areas, normally a regular person would look for cover and hide when being it's raining bullets, but that's not the case. Because even if she's risking getting killed, her goal is to make sure a certain someone can see her.
Yes, even when she hears the buzzing of the bullets grazing past her ear, she kept running in a nearly open space, knowing that Clint is keeping an eye out.
The wind was strong, that was what Clint thought from his station at the top of the bridge miles away, calmly overlooking the entire city as best he can, pointing his directional microphone towards anything suspicious. Thinking back on what he heard from the information Lieutenant Hill reported to him, about the bomb now being a time bomb, the approaching time should be about twenty-three days from now. Still waiting on the opportune time, Cap said that their best chance to infiltrate and strike back would be close, when the bomb is close to its time, Bane most likely wouldn't see it coming, most likely.
His thoughts begin to wander to Laura and the kids, he hasn't seen them in months. Cooper is probably wondering how long til his Dad comes back home, so he can show off his Russian that he learned from Nat. Lila is also likely to be doing the same thing as she waits for Auntie Nat. To make this up to them, when this is all over he'll bring them to Disney World. Yeah, that sounds nice, and bring Nat along too, if she wants to come. Shaking his head off to focus on the task at hand, he continues to keep watch over the dilapidated city.
Suddenly he hears the gunfire going on in the distance, moving the directional mic to find the commotion, he sees movement several miles away. Grabbing his sniper scope, he looks through it to get a clearer visual. Through the lens he sees Natasha running for it, being followed by several men armed with submachine guns firing at her. "Tch, lost your cover Nat?" he asks even though he know she can't hear him from the distance.
Reaching for his rifle, a customized CheyTac Intervention M200, an American made bolt action sniper rifle, its length is usually about fifty-three inches in length, but it's been customized by SHIELD to have a length of over sixty inches, and that's not including the silencer SHIELD had installed. Its weight of over thirty pounds, a detachable round box magazine of seven rounds and an effective range of one and a half miles, paired with Barton's skills, he could quadruple the maximum range, making the range of the rifle in his hands about six miles.
Though he prefers his bow and arrow, Clint's specialty is his uncanny accuracy. Taking aim, he starts correcting the alignment three clicks to the left. 'Wind current... vortices from three directions. Re-correcting alignment, one click to the right,' he thinks to himself quietly while fine-tuning the scope even more. Missing was not an option, he raises his finger to the trigger. His ears were listening to the sounds of the wind. The flow of the winds that swirled into vortexes and collided together moved in a fixed direction for that brief time period. It lasted for a little less than two seconds, but the complex currents of wind were stable for that one moment.
There was no hesitation, he pulls the trigger, the bullet rips through the sky at over Mach Two. After the first shot, he starts to aim for the next target without even checking to confirm it hit its intended target. It takes several seconds before the bullet hits its first target as it passes through the distance between the bridge and the inner city, piercing through the windows of a glass building, travelling down and curving from the slight gust of wind, buzzing by overhead of a group of squatters, before penetrating the back of a henchman's head.
Repeating each action fluidly like a well-oiled machine, Barton starts sniping them down one convict after the other from six miles away. Causing hysteria among the convicts as they scatter around searching for him.
From the building where they caught and killed the Special Forces team, Bane and some of his men are standing in a room with a clear view of everything that was happening below them, they can hear some of the new followers that are losing their composure over the radio as they are being shot down one-by-one by a sniper as of yet unknown to them. The cries could be heard:
"What the hell is going on!?"
"Does anyone see the sniper?!"
"Negative! We have another man down!"
The henchmen who have been with him since the beginning calmly stand along with Bane, quietly awaiting his orders.
Bane himself calmly follows the angles from which the bullets seem to be coming from as more of his minions are being eliminated. From the things he heard on the radio, no one has even spotted the sniper, even though they have searched for over two miles. Within a few moments, his line of sight turns east to the only bridge they left standing, the range of over six miles is virtually impossible for anyone, but he deduces that this must be the doing of the one they call The Hawk.
"Impressive," Bane tells himself. Raising a hand, he gestures to his men behind him, who give him a radio. "Attention, to any and all who are still alive, lead the girl over towards the west side, you'll have plenty of cover there. Do not worry, the sniper will never see you there," and with that, he ends the call. As soon as he ends it, he and his men turn to leave the building, having other matters to attend to. Listening to their orders, the released convicts chase down their prey, leading her all the way to the west side of Gotham, furthering the distance between them and the sniper while the surrounding buildings blind Barton's line of sight.
"Damn," Clint curses from his position, as he could no longer see Natasha or any of her attackers. It was slightly concerning, but he knew his partner better than most, 'Well, it's all on you Nat, be careful,' he tells himself as he begins to pack his equipment and starts to head back to report to the Director, knowing Bane would have likely sent some of his men to investigate Barton's location.
Meanwhile, as Romanoff runs into a rundown part of Gotham, not noticing the sign overhead that says 'Oldtown', she stops in her tracks, having figured out that they lead her into a blind spot away from Clint's line of sight. Taking a head count, she sees about half a dozen thugs surrounding her from all sides, noticing these ones are only carrying combat knives or machetes. It seems that luckily Clint managed to shoot down the ones that were heavily armed. Reaching inside the pocket of her skirt she grabs the pen she borrowed from Blake weeks ago. Her training from her time in the KGB kicks in as she was well-versed in several martial arts such as Sombo, Krav Maga, Wing Chun and Savate. Holding it as if she would a knife, she gestures for them to come at her.
The first of them charges at her from the right attempting to chop her head off. Dodging at the last second as the blade grazes her hair, Nat rolls on the ground towards the brute to her front, taking the pen, she stabs him right in the inner thigh, causing him to scream and fall to his knees in pain.
Two more thugs try their luck to attack her. While still crouched down, she does a leg sweep to one of them making him trip and crash onto the second one; both of them fall to the pavement. Getting back up on both feet, Nat dropkicks another thug as she vaults over the one she stabbed in the thigh, using him as support. Then she performs a downward elbow strike against the back of the neck of the one still on his knees clutching the pen, knocking him out. 'One down, five to go,' Romanoff thought.
Making a quick observation, she sees the last two dashing towards her. Bolting towards them, she leaps at the one in front and latches on him as if she were giving a hug, but her boots were saying different as she uses her momentum to deliver another dropkick to the one behind the thug she's grabbing onto. Then, using her momentum again, she uses her weight to powerslam the thug she's holding on, rendering another one unconscious.
Immediately standing up to perform another takedown maneuver on the next thug when the sounds of footsteps and yelling were heard. Turning to the left, Natasha sees half a dozen more hooligans coming her way out of nowhere. Though they weren't carrying firearms, they had nailbats, machetes and even riot shields, most likely stuff they stole from the police department.
'дерьмо,' Natasha cursed in Russian, she didn't move fast enough, now she's outnumbered ten to one and without her usual equipment. Taking a fighting stance, Natasha prepares herself for one hell of a fight.
Suddenly, someone sneaks up behind one of the thugs with a riot shield, grabbing him by the back of his head and slamming it face first into the shield, causing him to loosen his grip, the person then grabs the shield and jams it to the thug's neck, causing trauma. Suffocating from lack of oxygen, the convict drops to the ground.
"Now you boys know you can't come in to my neighborhood without asking politely," a woman's voice says to no one in particular, but gives everyone a rather smug grin as she walks up towards Natasha and the group of attackers while swinging her hips nonchalantly at the armed men.
Glancing at whoever just helped her, Natasha sees it to be a Caucasian woman with long, straight, dark brown hair, wearing all black trench coat, pants and high-heeled boots. The way she dresses is unlike most of the people Romanoff has seen the past few months. Whereas most citizens were wearing ragged clothing trying to survive, this one is dressed classy, wearing designer label clothes, the woman even wore a nice shade of red lipstick. Something shimmered from the mysterious woman's heel, reflecting a bit of light towards Natasha's eyes causing her to squint for a moment.
"Need a hand?" the woman cockily asks Natasha, who casually replies with a shrug, as if to say 'Sure, why not?'
With the odds now nine to two, five of the convicts surround Natasha as the other four surround the woman-in-black.
Shifting to the left to avoid a knife thrust, Natasha, in one swift motion takes control of the thug's knife hand, wedges her left arm between the guy's arm, and with her other hand twists the hand with the knife and plunges it into the thug's own shoulder. Not even giving the poor guy time to scream, Romanoff pushes her body weight into it, slamming her victim to the ground jamming the knife further into the shoulder effectively dislocating the joint and severing the tendons.
As the poor man passes out from shock, Natasha grabs the bloody knife, pulls it out the severed shoulder as it makes a sickening sound and she makes a dive roll towards the one with the other riot shield while narrowly avoiding a swing from a nailbat.
The convict with the riot shield gets ready for the incoming attack, unfortunately for him he thought the SHIELD agent would come at him from the front or side as he holds the shield closer, instead, he cries in pain. Stabbing the hoodlum right in his left foot, as the man staggers, Natasha takes hold of the shield and rams it upwards to the gangster's eyeballs. Taking the shield for herself, Romanoff blocks the incoming hits from a machete and nailbat with it. Utilizing a push kick, she puts some distance between herself and one of the thugs, making it one-on-one again.
As the convict attempts to deliver another swing with his nailbat, Nat blocks it again with her shield at the same time kicking her assailant in the groin then bashing the side of the man's skull with the side of the shield, giving him a concussion. Without missing a beat, she takes a page from Steve and hurls the shield like a frisbee at the convict with the machete to throw him off balance. Running towards her quarry, Romanoff does an acrobatic wrestling maneuver, locking the man's head and neck between her legs as she uses her entire body to twist and send the man flying several feet, crashing to the ground.
Standing up, she stares down her last opponent, who is holding a machete. Having witnessed four of his comrades taken out in about thirty seconds left him flabbergasted, the lone thug drops his weapon and immediately runs for it.
With her side done, Nat had time rest a bit to observe her mysterious helper as she notices the heels of the brunette's boots weren't regular heels but seem to be make-shift serrated blades. Wondering who the mysterious lady even is, or who could fight properly in high heels, much less bladed heels.
The woman dodges a deadly swing from a machete, followed by twisting into the arm and delivering a spinning elbow strike to the thug's jawline, then grabbing him by the head and bringing it down for a knee strike, bringing him down. Following with a crescent kick to cut a convict's face with her bladed heel, the brunette dashes and uses the same con as a pole to roundhouse kick another thug right in the temple. Then she flips over the one she used as a pole to the ground and stabs him with her heel in the shoulder.
Glancing around, the brunette glares at her opponents like a predator itching to pounce on its prey, she quickly dashes towards one and delivers a flying knee strike. The convict steps back to avoid the hit, but trips as he didn't pay attention to the unconscious body of his comrade behind him.
The woman then evades knife strikes from the last opponent, as the guy misses again, the brunette does a spinning hook kick going down on the back of the guy, but she then turns the kick into a hold as she locks the man's neck between the back of her knee and brings it down, just about breaking the man's neck. Taking the knife for her own, the brunette throws it at the chest of the convict who tripped, effectively ending the battle.
With the last thug down, Nat drops to one knee and begins to take deep breaths, having had to run while dodging gunfire for a couple miles then fighting for your life against almost two dozen armed thugs can do that to you. Natasha could tell a few things from watching the woman fight. She seems to be proficient in Karate, Hapkido, Taekwondo, and Kali. Not bad, though the fighting styles are fundamentally different, but they are still similar with hers, which focus on kicks and acrobatics.
She hears the brunette walking up to her, offering a hand to help her up. Taking it, Nat is able to get a good look at her Samaritan. The brunette has a rather fair complexion, delicate looking facial features, but her surprising strength and agility obviously contradicts her appearance, which reminds Natasha of herself actually.
"You know you probably could've finished them faster if you weren't wearing those high-heels," Natasha comments on the brunette's fighting style.
Said brunette in turn replies, "Hey, I do things in style."
Natasha snorts in response.
"Nice moves you got there by the way," the brunette tells her, "What's your name?"
"Nancy," Romanoff answers, using her alias, "And yours?"
The woman, who was still smiling smugly replies, "The name's Selina."
2 weeks later…
Less than a week, there was only less than a week until the intended time for the nuclear core reaches its peak and finally explodes. While SHIELD and the Avengers were finalizing preparations for their raid to take the city of Gotham back from Bane. They all had the thought that they could finally do something, instead of waiting around for the opportune moment. And on the other side of the world, someone was also thinking the same thing.
That finally, he made it out, after several months of being imprisoned in The Pit, Bruce Wayne finally managed to make that crucial leap of faith. Trekking through a barren dessert, underneath the blazing heat, Bruce knows he doesn't have much time left. There would be no need for formalities or procedural etiquette if he wants to make it back to Gotham in time. Having no qualms about illegally crossing borders, since it's nothing new to him, he's going to have to break several laws. Being imprisoned for several months gave him time to think, to plan. Focused like he hadn't been in years, along with having re-trained his body and with his mind on a clear goal, the only thing on Bruce's mind is… should he really go through with what he's about to do? That was what was going through in his mind as he heads west…
To Be Continued…
Well, there you have it folks, The Black Widow and The Cat have met. Wonder how they'll get along?
Дерьмо (pronounced – der'mo) meaning - shit
Once again, I apologize that this chapter is kinda short. Hope you guys had a Happy Thanksgiving and wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Years! Don't forget to leave your critique! See you guys next year!