Disclaimer: None of us fanpeepz own the Avengers, or Marvel. I dunno. I'm just rambling...
CHAPTER 2
The Booty Call
It was a few days since Hela's appearance at the Tower and the Avengers were back to their usual routine – there hadn't been any world shattering incidents as of late, the last one having been SHIELD's disbandment.
Most of the Avengers were wanted fugitives for varying reasons, but mostly it was their association with SHIELD. However, with Tony Stark's riches and influence, they were able to roam around unscathed, and even had former Deputy-Director Maria Hill working for Stark Industries legal department. It had been over half a year since all the Avengers stayed in the Avengers, formerly Stark Tower.
After the events that had Captain America facing off against HYDRA's Winter Soldier, the 'man out of time' had come and go, following leads to the whereabouts of his childhood friend, whom he thought was forever lost to him after he fell off the train during the war.
Knowing that it was a touchy subject, every member of the Avengers were careful in bringing up the subject, even snarky Tony Stark laid off the crude comments.
It wasn't until an unmarked packet made it into the Tower, addressed to Steven Rogers did the past few, uneventful days cease.
The packed included three thick folder files chronicling Bucky Barnes' past as the Winter Soldier; and in one small white envelope contained a flash drive containing a live tracker feed with the coordinates leading to the Winter Soldier's current location.
"Who would send this?" Steve asked as he examined the contents of the folders.
"I had JARVIS scanning the database for the letter head that came with the drive, shouldn't be too long now," Tony grinned while rubbing his hands excitedly.
"Could it be a trap?" Clint piped in.
"We dunno, but the message on the letter seems to want Steve to find him," Bruce answered, re-reading the short message written on the plain white sheet of paper where the aforementioned letterhead was. It read: 'Good luck! I hope you find your friend soon.'
"Whoever sent this had a pin-point accuracy of where he's been. These three other locations were the last leads Steve and I had before we got to a dead end," Natasha said, studying the indicated locations on her laptop screen.
Thor had been listening in on the conversation, brows furrowed.
Tony's StarkPad beeped informing him that the search was complete; pushing the results from his end towards huge screen in the meeting room, "Ha! Found it!"
"Lieschmidt Enterprise?" Steve raised a brow at the information on the screen.
"Huge company; they mainly focus on pharmaceuticals and medical equipment, but they also have other stuff like," Tony practically listed off every business he knew the company was invested in, the rest of them team drowning his words out as they read the information on screen, not entirely sure why or how Lieschmidt Enterprise would know Steve was looking for Bucky, or how they even knew his location.
After reading for a few minutes, the rest of the Avengers eased back into their seats looking at each other, Tony still enumerating what he knows in a droll until he snapped back to attention and flashed the team one of his winning smiles, "And get this. Guess who owns the company?"
They all just looked at Tony with questioning looks on their faces, Natasha being fed up with the suspense barked at Tony, "Spit it Stark!"
"Okay, okay. Geez, don't need to be snappy," Tony raised his hands in mock surrender; "Hit it, JARVIS!"
"As you wish, sir," came JARVIS' voice and the screen showed a picture of the head of Lieschmidt Enterprise.
"Are you kidding me?" Clint groaned and planted his head onto the table.
"Thor, how is this possible?" Steve turned to the God of Thunder who was wearing a stunned expression on his face, similar to that of the rest of the team.
"I do not know. I have not seen my niece in over thousands of years prior to her visit a few days ago," Thor answered truthfully.
"It looks like Hela, or 'Helena Lieschmidt' has secrets to tell," the female assassin shrugged, "how do we even get in touch with her?"
"I might have a way," Bruce raised his hand quite sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head. He gave them a small smile before reaching into his pant pocket, pushing a glossy black card into the table, "she slipped that in my pocket when she was saying her goodbyes…"
Tony studied the card and turned to his Science Bro with mock hurt in his eyes, "She gave you her booty call number and you didn't even tell me!"
"Tony!" Bruce cried in protest which the other answered with a hand to his heart as he handed the card over to the others. Composing himself, Bruce huffed a breath and continued, "She said something about needing it in the future."
"But can we even trust her?" Steve asked seriously, "Thor?"
"I do not know what this 'booty call' means, but if my niece left her information to you then it must mean she wants to make contact," Thor said thoughtfully, not realizing the innuendo as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"You heard the man, Brucey! She wants to "make contact", quote and unquote" Tony wiggled his brows at Bruce while making quotations marks in the air, not letting the opportunity to slip by.
Steve, unnerved now that he got the reference look at Tony sharply, "Focus, Stark!"
"Yessir, Captain America, sir!" Tony abruptly stood up and made a salute, snatching the card back from Steve as he punched in to dial the number on his phone.
The others only groaned at Stark's antics and waited patiently as Tony put the phone on speakers. The other end rang a couple of times until they heard the click, indicating the call has been answered.
"Hello there handsome," the voice greeted over the speakers and Tony nearly jumped off his skin when he heard the silky-sultry voice answer too close to his ear and saw a pair of very green eyes looking over him behind his back.
Turning to look at the commotion that was Tony Stark, the rest of the Avengers turned wide-eyed as Hela stood next to the genius-billionaire, a mischievous smile on her lips wearing only a black fluffy towel covering her naked body.
"Forgive my appearance, I was in the shower when you rang," and in a green mist of smoke and magic, Hela changed a spaghetti strap mini-dress, an oversized grey, knitted cardigan, low black kitten heels, with her hair pulled up in high messy bun, "I did however did not expect this. I was hoping for something else entirely."
Hela gave Bruce a passing look of intensity before turning to the rest of them people gathered in the room.
"I told you it was a booty call number," Tony muttered next to Bruce, who bit back with a 'Shut up, Stark' remark.
Steve was beet red in the face after the reverse strip show by the goddess; Clint's face a shock of disbelief while Natasha simply smirked at Hela in approval.
"You knew what would happen, didn't you?" The female assassin finally asked, breaking the silence.
"Not really, no. But I must say, some of your teammates are rather," Hela trailed off, an amused look in her face, "Predictable."
The two women shared a soft smile at each other, which to the men in the room translated as a sinister smile of alliance. They couldn't help but gulp and swallow at the idea of those two being friends.
Author's Note: I'm completely disregarding the fact that Thor and Loki are still godling toddlers during the 1st Century A.D. that's why he said he hasn't seen Hela in thousands of years.
I have a perfectly good reason why Bucky was mentioned there, I think. Who knows? And yep, Hela is totally Loki's daughter with that mischievous streak of hers. Hahah.
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