Helloooooooooooooo everyone! Here is a new story for you! This is something I've been wanting to do for a while, take my OC duo, Troy Winter and his symbiote, Chaos, and place them with the Avengers.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, only my OCs.
Warning: Violence, human trafficking, and mentions of rape. Reader discretion is advised.
ENJOY!
Philadelphia
Night had fallen over the city of Philadelphia, shrouding the city in a blanket of darkness. Within the less friendly areas of the city, in a warehouse complex specifically, one of the most disgusting of crimes was being conducted.
Human trafficking.
"Get moving!" A rather ugly gang banger barked at the poor unfortunate girls, all of whom were in their late teens.
Armed gang bangers prowled the area, some of them standing guard near the three trucks that will be used to transport the girls. The females trudged along with their heads bowed in fear, their chains rattling against the concrete ground. They were in horrible condition. Bruises littered their bodies, and their clothes were torn and tattered. Tears streaked down their cheeks, knowing of the fate that was in store for them.
But fortunately, God would be sending them a miracle this night. Or rather, the Devil would be sending a fiend to collect some deserving souls.
Once the girls were loaded into the trucks, the men closed the doors and sealed them. "Is that all of them?" One of the gang bangers asked his companions.
"As long as we get paid, I really don't care." Another replied bluntly.
Gunfire suddenly pierced the air, causing the men to draw their weapons. They heard a horrible blood curdling scream that sent ice cold shivers down their spines, then silence reigned. "He's here." One of the gang bangers murmured, his voice and body quivering in terror.
His friends instantly knew whom he was referring to. The… thing that has been terrorizing the criminals of Philadelphia for the past three months.
A deathly silence fell upon the gang bangers. They pointed their guns in all directions, searching sign of movement within the shadows. Their hands trembled terribly. They knew what was coming for them, and subconsciously, they knew they were doomed.
The lack of action was suffocating to the gang bangers. It was like their stalker was toying with them, relishing in their fear. And he was enjoying every second of it.
"Hello meat." Finally came the deep, dark, and demonic voice. The gang bangers flinched, their fear multiplying tenfold as they tried to pinpoint the direction of the voice. But it seemed to resonate all around them. "We were in the neighborhood and decided to drop by."
One of the men wildly fired his gun in a random direction. He yelled incoherently as he shot into the darkness, hoping his bullets found their mark. The gun eventually ran out of ammo, but the man still had his finger on the trigger. It took him a few seconds to register the fact that his gun was dry.
"You missed." The voice taunted with a chuckle.
"Stop hiding like a coward!" Another gang banger stupidly yelled out. "Come out and fight!"
Silence… "As you wish."
THUD!
The one who shouted the challenge whirled around just in time for a large fist to collide with his face. The force behind the blow was so great it sent the man flying into a wall, dying upon impact. The rest of the criminals turned their terrified gazes to meet the intimidating form of their stalker; Chaos.
He was indeed a daunting sight. Standing at a height of seven feet and nine inches, Chaos easily loomed over his soon to be victims. His muscular humanoid body was a jet black color and his oily skin coursed with golden veins, and his chest came with a barely visibly six pack. Two arms hung from his form, spikes sticking out at the elbows, the hands sporting five razor edged clawed fingers. Spikes protruded out of his back at random spots, each of them varying in length. Three horns adorned the top of his head, two of them long and curved, with the third short and stubby, positioned just in front of the other two. Two powerful legs supported his torso with three clawed toes pointing out from the feet, similar to that of a large carnivorous dinosaur. A pair of white colored jagged and pseudo eyes glared around fiercely. But there was one feature that terrified the gang bangers more than anything; the maw filled with bone white razor sharp teeth. Teeth that hungered to tear into their flesh.
Chaos opened his maw and unleashed an ear splitting roar, saliva flying out of his mouth. Before the criminals could react, Chaos lunged for the nearest goon, grabbing the man by the head and tossed him at another criminal, the two colliding violently. The rest of the men opened fire, not wanting to meet the same fate as their late companions. But their efforts were for naught. Chaos leapt into the air, landed in front of two men, grabbed them and leapt back into the air. He spun around once and released his captives and they slammed into one of the trucks. Chaos landed on top of another goon, crushing the man underneath his weight. Chaos snarled before looking at his hands, watching as they morphed into large scythe like blades. In a fluid motion, Chaos swung his blades, dissecting those who were caught in their path. Chaos growled savagely as he retracted his weapons before continuing his attack.
It became a horror show. Chaos tore through the gang bangers as if they were made of paper. Their screams of horror echoed throughout the area, as did Chaos' roars. At one point, Chaos snatched a criminal by the leg and repeatedly slammed the man into ground brutally before letting go, sending the man's mangled body rag dolling across the ground.
The last remaining gang banger dropped his gun. The sound of the weapon clattering to the ground earned Chaos' attention, and the beast slowly turned toward the source. As soon as the man looked into those eyes, his buckling legs gave. He fell onto his rear with a grunt, then let panicked breaths while frantically crawling back as Chaos zeroed in on him, his claws and teeth stained with the blood of his latest victims.
"S-S-Stop! Stay back!" The gang banger shouted desperately.
Chaos did stop, but out of bafflement rather than actual compliance. He tilted his head to the side. "You damn well know we aren't going to listen you. So why do you even bother wasting your breath?"
"Please! Please! Let me go, and you'll never see me again! I swear!" The criminal pleaded.
Chaos looked thoughtful. "Hmmm, we could let you go…" The goon's hopes began to sky rocket. "But there's something to consider." The beast resumed his stride toward the man, who began to crawl back again, trying to distance himself from the monster. "You pluck innocent girls off the streets, sell them off as sex slaves, leaving them to be raped, and their families with the fear of never seeing their child again. And for what? A few extra bucks?" The gang banger felt his back bump into a wall, watching helplessly as the monster approach him. He wanted so badly to get up and flee, but his legs refused to function. "All you care about is the green bling, right? You don't care about what the girls want." Chaos stopped just in front of the man, towering over him. "So tell us;" his eyes narrowed dangerously, "why should we care about what you want?"
Without warning, Chaos' clawed hand raced down to grab the man by the throat, wrenched him away from the wall and roughly hoisted him into the air. "Brain, heart, liver. Such a delicious feast, no time to waste." He rumbled hungrily. A growled resonated in the back of his throat before his jaws parted, letting his long serpentine tongue slither out of his maw and licked the criminal's face, disgusting the man beyond his worst discomforts.
Chaos' tongue slid back into his maw and his jaws opened impossibly wide. The man screamed horrifically before his head was engulfed in Chaos' jaws before it was mercilessly torn off his body. Chaos tossed the body aside as if it were trash before spitting out the head, before turning his gaze to the three loaded trucks.
"And now for the main objective." A voice within Chaos' head stated.
"Roger that." Chaos replied with a quip before walking over to the truck on the left, stepping over the bodies. Upon approaching the door, the claws on Chaos' right hand extended, emitting ominous sharpening sounds. Without hesitation, Chaos slashed his talons against the doors, easily piercing through the metal. He proceeded to rip off the doors and looked inside.
The girls within the truck whimpered and huddled back toward the other side of the confined space. "Do not be afraid." Chaos assured them. "We will not harm you."
"Wait," one of the girls, a brunette, breathed in recognition. "You're him. You're Chaos."
Chaos' maw stretched into a grin. "Yes, we are. Now, come out."
"What about those guys?" A blonde haired girl asked.
"We have dealt with them. They will not come near you ever again." Chaos answered.
With their greatest fears vanquished, the girls climbed out of the truck while Chaos proceeded to release the other girls from the last two trucks. Then, using his claws, Chaos broke the chains that once restrained the girls. "Stay here. We'll be right back." He told them before going into the warehouse. The females murmured amongst themselves while they averted their eyes from the blood stained scenery around them. After a few minutes, Chaos returned with a large amount of clothing. "Put these on." He then turned around and allowed them to change into the better clothing. "Go to the police. Tell them what happened." He instructed them before turning to leave the area.
"Wait!" A red haired girl called out, causing Chaos to stop and glance at her over his shoulder. "Thank you, for saving us." She said gratefully.
Chaos grinned. "Your welcome." He replied simply before leaping onto the wall and climbed to the rooftop before vanishing from sight, leaving the girls staring after their savior in awe.
Thirty Minutes Later
Chaos was perched on a rooftop in a crouched position, staring down at the police station, which was bustling with activity. He could hear the emotional sobs of parents reuniting with their daughters. It made Chaos smile. With his work done, Chaos stood up and walked out of sight, jumping down into an alley before his form began to recede until a handsome man stood in his place. He was dressed in a simple black t-shirt, jeans, and black sneakers. His hair was a black color and his eyes were a piercing blue.
"Another fruitful night of hunting." Troy Winter quipped mentally as he walked out of the alley and into the sidewalk
"Less scumbags the world has to worry about." Chaos replied. "Now, let's celebrate by going to Burger King!" He declared loudly.
Troy frowned. "You just ate an entire gang, Chaos." He pointed out.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease." The symbiote practically begged.
The host rolled his eyes and sighed. "Okay fine. But only because I'm hungry as well AND I don't want you dragging me there again."
"Hehe." Chaos laughed as Troy headed for the nearest Burger King.
Troy's House
The Next Morning
Troy slept peacefully in his king sized bed within his bedroom. The sun was beginning to creep through the curtains, illuminating the room with its light.
"Wake up, Troy." Chaos hissed.
The host stirred and groaned while rolling onto his stomach, half awake. "Five more minutes, Chaos." He murmured, half awake.
"Either get up, or I will drag you out of bed." Chaos warned with an amused voice.
At those words, the sleepiness within Troy instantly evaporated. "Okay, okay! I'm up!" He said hastily as he scrambled to get out of bed, falling onto the floor with a grunt. He recalled the last time Chaos had forced him out of bed. It was an experience Troy did not wish to relive anytime soon.
"Works every time." Chaos chortled as Troy stood up.
The host scowled as he walked over to the drawers. "You're lucky I can put up with your obnoxious behavior." He stated as he pulled out a white t-shirt and black sweatpants, earning a chuckle from the symbiote.
Troy and Chaos first crossed paths three months ago, when the former was star gazing one night when a meteorite landed nearby and Troy went over to investigate. Upon approaching it, the meteorite split open and a black substance jumped and latched onto Troy. When he awoke, Troy could not remember what had happened and returned to his residence, unware he had brought someone home with him.
Ever since that night, Troy and Chaos have been living the life of a vigilante. But they go by a code. Criminals such as murderers, rapists, and human traffickers get the death sentence, while crooks such as thieves and drug dealers receive either a beat down or a warning, sometimes both. Their methods have been quite effective.
Chaos' species is known as the Klyntar, a race of sentient symbiotic beings that bound themselves to a host, since his kind cannot survive outside of their home planet without a host. But not just any host will do. Both parties must achieve symbiosis. If they fail, the consequences are fatal. If the host and the symbiote achieve symbiosis, both parties benefit greatly. The symbiote has a host, and the host receives a number of physical improvements.
Troy walked out of his bedroom, striding out into the hallway which led into the adjoining kitchen. Despite being rich, as his family had been for generations, Troy never did harbor the desire for a luxurious living environment. He preferred to keep it simple, at least in his view. The kitchen walls were painted a light blue while the ceiling was a plain white. An oak wood table resided to the left upon exiting the hallway leading into Troy's bedroom, a black carpet laid out underneath it. A countertop with a beautiful quartz design with a stainless steel stove, microwave, dishwasher, and sink. A silver fridge sat across from the countertop, with cabinets placed all around them.
Troy went over to the counter and made himself some coffee before pouring it into a cup before heading out into the adjoining living room. A small wooden sat in the middle of the room, with another small carpet laid out underneath it. The walls were covered in light blue wooden boards. A TV sat on top of a black cutch. A navy blue couch covered the entirety of the back and left walls. Lastly, the front door leading out to the front yard.
"Let's see what the news has to say about us today." Chaos mused as Troy grabbed hold of the TV remote that was on the table and clicked the TV on while sitting down on the couch.
"They'll likely be talking about last night." Troy added.
Sure enough, the news channel was covering their latest feat; freeing the captive girls. Aside from mental scars, the girls were expected to make full recoveries. The news then went on to asking comments from the parents of those girls. There was one that hit Troy and Chaos the hardest.
"Chaos is a hero." Said a brunette woman who had a striking resemblance to the girl who recognized Chaos last night. "He saved my daughter. He brought my baby girl back to me." Emotion began to seep into her voicewhile a tear slid down her cheek as she looked directly into the camera. "Chaos, if you can hear this, thank you. You saved my baby girl. She's my whole world."
"It's so good to be appreciated." Chaos remarked.
Troy chuckled before he sipped his coffee. "Damn right."
The citizens of Philadelphia view Chaos as a hero, making the streets safer for everyone. The police department was divided. Half of the force supports Chaos' activities, claiming that their jobs have been easier, while the other half says Chaos was no better than the criminals he hunted. But overall, crime in Philadelphia has dropped by a staggering fifty percent, since criminals did not want their heads bitten off.
Troy was brought out of his musings when he phone went off, having received a text message. Curious, he placed his coffee mug aside and grabbed his phone. His curiosity soon morphed into suspicion when he saw it was an unknown number. 'Knock knock.' That was all the message contained.
"The hell/The hell?" Both host and symbiote muttered.
Soon, a knock came from the front door. Troy's bewildered eyes drifted back and forth between his phone and the door. "Chaos?" He whispered as he turned off the TV before rising to his feet and slowly advanced toward the door.
"It's one person. I'm not picking up any hostile intention." Chaos informed.
Troy grasped the doorknob and slowly opened it. On the other side of the door stood a dark skinned man with a bald head, wearing an eye patch over his left eye, and he was wearing a black. Troy's eyes roamed up and down the man's form briefly. "Um, who are you?" He asked, not rudely but cautiously.
"Hello to you too." The man said back in a voice that matched his cold expression. "And to answer your question." He reached into his coat and pulled out a badge, flashing it briefly. "Nicholas Fury. Director of S.H.E.I.L.D. May I come in?"
S.H.E.I.L.D. Troy was vaguely familiar with the organization. Why would the director himself be here?
"I don't like this guy." Chaos growled. "Let's eat his face."
"No." Troy said sternly. "Yeah, come in." He stepped aside, allowing Fury passage in.
The director walked in and Troy closed the door behind him. "Nice place you have for yourself." Fury commented as he looked around.
"Thank you, sir." Troy replied. "Can I get you something to drink?"
Fury shook his head. "No thanks. I'm on a bit of a clock here."
"Suit yourself." Troy shrugged as they sat down the couch. "How can I help you, sir?"
A knowing smirk formed on Fury's face, which Troy found odd. "Not just you. You and your little friend."
Troy masked his shock. "He's onto us!" Chaos barked in a panic. "Do something, Troy!"
"Easy, Chaos. I got this." Troy assured his other before putting on his best act. "What are you talking about, director?"
Instead of verbally replying, Fury reached into his coat and procured a file, outstretching his arm. Hesitantly, Troy took the file and opened it. And the contents within made his eyes widen. Three pictures were stored within. One was of himself on the sidewalk. The second was of Chaos in a fight with a group of criminals. But the third picture had Troy's attention. It was of himself standing in an alley, his body partially covered by Chaos' black flesh in mid-transformation.
Troy's lifted his gaze up, meeting Fury's stare. "We have eyes and ears everywhere, Mr. Winter. You caught the attention of one of my operatives during the first week you started and she reported it back to me. We've been keeping tabs on you two ever since." Troy felt a knot form in his stomach. S.H.E.I.L.D. has known about what he and Chaos do every night the entire time? It unsettled both himself and his other.
The host narrowed his eyes. "Are you blackmailing me, director?" He asked pointedly, and he heard Chaos growl lowly.
"No." Fury responded. "Like I said, I'm on a bit of a clock, so I'll get to the point. You have remarkable talent, Mr. Winter. You've been taking self-defense classes since a young age, you're good with firearms, and you're physically fit. And I don't think I need to go into detail about what your friend can do. The two of you have the crooks of this city running with their tails between their legs. Why not put those skills to better use and join the Avengers Initiative?"
"Avengers Initiative?" Chaos repeated in curiosity.
Troy tilted his head, also intrigued. "You have our attention."
"We've been experimenting with an object called the Tesseract. Howard Stark fished it out of the ocean along with a very much alive Steve Rogers. We believed the Tesseract was the key to unlimited, sustainable energy. But it's been taken. He's called Loki, and he's not from around here. I need a response team. You two and a handful of other talented individuals will be tasked to retrieve the Tesseract at all costs." Fury explained before outstretching his hand. "What do you say? You two in or out?"
Troy eyed the hand, then at Fury. "Chaos?"
"Let's do it, Troy!" The Klyntar barked excitedly. "This is our chance to be real heroes. Plus, we'll have more girls falling for us, since ladies love heroes."
"I'm sure Rachel wouldn't like it if I'm making out with other women." Troy pointed out sternly.
Rachel McKnight, Troy's childhood friend and girlfriend. She knows of Troy's other and allowed the symbiote to butt in with their relationship, much to Troy's discomfort and Chaos' amusement at the time.
"Yes she would." Chaos retorted.
Troy rolled his eyes at other before grasping Fury's hand. "We're in, director."
"Then let's be on our way." Fury insisted before standing up and proceeded to leave, Troy following him out with Chaos humming happily.
The lives of the symbiotic duo has just changed.
Thank you for reading! Please leave a review and until next time, have an awesome day!
Sorry if Fury seemed out of character here.