Disclaimer: I don't not un-own anything.
Summary: Humanity has been lost to the ravages of the apocalypse. Nothing is left, all the Avengers are dead. Until one of them is given a second chance, by a mysterious entity. But are they willing?
Chapter 5 : March 14th (2am)
I awoke with a silent scream, covered in a veil of sweat. I couldn't remember what my dream was, which meant it wasn't PTSD induced. Thank god it wasn't the Worm Hole, or any of the other stuff my brain haunts me with. I racked through my head, but I couldn't figure out what cause
d me to be in my current panicked state. I couldn't even remember what the dream was about.
I glanced at the clock, situated on my nightstand.
2:00am
I gave up on the mysterious dream, and headed down to my workshop.
When I reached the safety of my haven, I ordered Jarvis to open file Z2K.
I sat down in my expensive office chair, situating myself into the imprint made by years of sitting.
After the sleep induced haze left my mind, I started thinking about the tactics we would need to use in order to win against Loki and his army.
Clint didn't need any complex weapons upgrades. He could make a kill per arrow. A larger quiver, or a quiver that could make arrows would be useful. Clint would best work as a snipper, but would be more willing to work with Natasha. Hopefully Clint can be convinced to sit on a rooftop.
Natasha is a brilliant fighter, but is virtually useless as anything other than a spy. An upgraded gun or Widow's Bite would be optimal to increase her kill rate. The best way to do so, would be to make a highly combustible bullet, or make her a Widow's Bite that could pierce the alien's armor rather than electrify them. She'll be best suited to fighting as a foot soldier either way.
Thor and Cap are also great fighters, but like Natasha, their methods of attack are unfit for the situation.
Thor's hammer is to blunt and slow against the Chitauri. Thor would be best suit for bottlenecking the portal with his lightening like last time. In fact, bottlenecking the portal will be a necessity this time. The portal is opened from Loki's side, which means we have no easy means to close the portal. Keeping the army's size to a minimum will be essential to victory.
Cap. I can't upgrade his shield, and his blunt attacks are useless for large hordes. Cap is not an optimal soldier in this situation. He'll be best suited for dealing with the police and military when they arrive. Government officials will listen to anything he says.
Hulk is free to his own devices, because although his attacks are blunt, they hold enough force behind them to be useful.
I'd be best suited for keeping all of the Chitauri within a set perimeter. I'm more suited to flying than Thor, and Jarvis will allow me to keep track of which aliens passed or are coming close to the edge of the perimeter.
This strategy however, would leave Natasha alone, which wouldn't end well. Her methods of attack are already weak against the Chitauri. Without backup, she'll be as good as dead. Thor could accompany her after the entire fleet is through the portal. Last time this took about 1 hour. Natasha would be in a compromised position for too long. I wouldn't be able to help her because I'd be needed at the perimeter. Cap could help until someone from the government shows up, which took an estimate of 45 minuets last time.
Natasha needs someone to fight with, which means Clint should fight with her. That means Clint won't be able to take out the arial attackers. I'll be the only one to attack them.
With Clint on the ground, he'll need to be able to move quickly. This means I can't equip his quiver with a self producing arrow machine. It'd weigh him down too much. I could stock a ton of arrows in random places though.
Alleys would be easy. Make bullet proof boxes only accessible by mine or Clint's fingerprints. If Clint does go to fight on a roof though, it'd be hard to store arrows up there. I could however put the boxes up the night before the fight. That would work. I'll upgrade Clint's Quiver to hold 20 arrows, and 40 arrow heads. The crates can hold 100 arrows and 200 arrow heads. I'll sort them in groups of 20 and 40, so it'll be easier to restock.
Natasha. Natasha is useless on the battlefield. Her bullets just end up absorbing into the Chitauri's skin.
What makes Clint's arrows better. It's mainly his aim. He can manage to hit the exposed skin around the head and heart. Natasha can't do that. Maybe an explosive? The Chitauri did seem oddly flammable.
Combustible bullets. A pressure triggered bomb. I'd have to make sure it wouldn't be set off by the gun itself. It wouldn't be too hard. All I'd need to do is make some tweaks to the blueprints for my shoulder missiles. I'd need to pit he inner components into a standard bullet shell. My shoulder missiles are already pressure triggered, and they don't explode when I deploy them. I'd model the gun after my suit's shoulders.
I immediately went to manipulating holograms, and planning everybody's weapons.
I started with Natasha's bullets and gun.
I was interrupted from my inventing binge when I heard Jarvis say, "...e Avengers have requested your presence in the living room."
'Hm. Wonder what they want.'
"Jarvis, Tell them I'll be up in 2 minuets."
"I shall tell them 6, Sir."
"Thanks J." I said as I got up from my chair, and walked up stairs to the communal floor.
'Wonder what they want...' I pondered on my way up. 'What did we do last time? I mean, I know the time stream will be different, but it might be similar for the first few days.'
When I got up the stairs, the first thing I noticed was the darkness outside.
'How time flies.'
I saw all the Avengers lined around the living room. Clint and Natasha shared a love seat, Cap and Thor took up the 2nd, and Bruce had an empty seat next to him.
"Okay." I announced, clapping my hands together and putting up my iron facade. "What's goin' on?" I asked, though it was said more like a statement than a question.
"We're playing a game suggested by Fury." Natasha stated. She seemed passive about it, but in the original timeline, I learned how to read her. She was pissed.
"Oh great!" I sarcastically snarked, plopping down next to Bruce. 'I have to keep the act up.' "What game?"
"Truth or Dare." Clint moaned.