SOOOOOO sorry for the late update guys, My computer self imploded, but thank goodness it was fixed!
Merry Christmas to all!
I am updating my other stories soon as well so don't worry :3 as always, please comment and enjoy, and to my faithful fans, there are so many of you now, that or this particular chapter, I am am not going to do my reader shout outs, but know guys that I read every comment, the good and the bad, and appreciate them equally.
Now, onto the fight you have all been waiting for!
Chpt 9: the widow and the blossom
To say that the poor soul known as Phil H. Coulsen was in deep shit would be a drastic understatement.
The miserable man had been minding his own business, when he had stalked into the Avenger's personal lab to find two very angry women glaring at each other with murderous smiles. There was still time to turn around before they noticed him. Still time to get away, all he had to do was turn around and walk out. Simple enough, right?
Wrong.
Because now blocking the door was a very, very angry Director Fury, looking down upon his agents.
Well that's just not fair.
He himself turned back around to look at the feral wolves... women, still smiling.
The other men in the room sent an apologetic glance, from their corner as far away as possible from the rising action. The only man crazy enough to want any part in the events unfolding was the idiotic genius, Tony Stark. The only thing keeping him alive from the two powerful women, being the Norse god, Thor holding onto him by tightly locking their arms together.
This left his other arm free to munch on his wondrous pop tarts, still getting some of the annoying crumbs into his magnificent beard of holy glory.
What a waste of good Poptart.
Steve Rogers appeared to be the most apathetic to the events at hand. Many times, he had been at the brunt of Fury's anger for disobeying orders.
The things that man could think of to torture people with where inhuman. He was once forced to clean the men's bathrooms of one of the shield bases, which on its own would have been bad enough. The real kicker was that the Director had cut a few strings in the budget, resulting in a free taco Tuesday for all agents. The things those men did after taco night was cringe inducing.
Just goes to show where the American tax payer dollars were going.
That was the only time in his life he had ever worn condoms on his shoes. The idea of America's greatest hero, cleaning other men's filth was not how he wanted to be remembered.
He never spoke of that day, and neither did Fury, luckily.
It was amazing how well the name suited him. Fury was pent up rage and anger realeasing in an uncontrollable wave. It was horrifying at how angry the director looked.
He kept a straight face, which only made the whole ordeal even more terrifying. How could someone convey so much raw emotion with the use of only one eye? God the man was scary.
Back to the issue at hand, the two women had moved fractionally closer. Each daring the other to make a move. To start a catharsis of pent up rage and emotional swirling around the two interlinked beings.
It was rare that agent Romanov was ever bothered enough to willingly fight. As a full fledged spy she had learned that one of the greatest treats of warfare was having the enemy underestimate you. It was a powerful tool that had turned her into such a powerful creature of stealth and interrogation.
The only tool she used more than her "Holding back" was her true artform. It was that of seduction. She was a world renowned agent. One of the best. She wasn't foolish and knew exactly what she could get out of men. They were all the same. She could fix them, destroy them, give them hopes, allow them to buy into their fantasies only to discover her true nature.
She hated the cat suit she always wore. It had become a signature to her reputation, but it was quite impractical. It was tight, hot, and restricted movement. And what woman in her right mind would ever under ANY circumstances wear heels into battle. She wore what she did because it was sexual. She had learned through the years that sex could get her anything she ever wanted.
Had it not been for the war raging between her own hazel eyes and the bright green ones across the lab she would have snorted.
She knew it was a bit unreasonable to dislike this other female without reason. But Natasha Romanov was a suspicious person. One too many times she had been double, even triple crossed by people she loved dearly. Trust had almost killed her. And this girl, one that obviously held arrogance was a threat to her alpha wolf status. All the members of the Avengers team were male. Stupid, and easily controlled through the use of lust. She had all the information shield had about them. Fury told her everything, She was his top agent, and one time lover. But despite all of her knowledge. She had absolutely no knowledge on this girl. How dare she think she could strut into the Heli-carrier and reach the same status that it had taken herself years of abuse, sweat, and tears to reach? It just wasn't fair.
Eyes narrowed and grins widened.
It was fury that broke this pregnable silence with a low husky growl. A full octave below his normal speaking voice.
He had been thinking as well. His one good eye betrayed nothing as the inner workings of his ssecretive mind turned over all the possibilities. He could stop them from fighting, but inevitably they would be at each other's throats again. The only solution was too let them duke it out old school.
Of all things in the universe, there was only too things that shaked him to his bones. One was clowns, though he would never admit it, and the other was the power of women when angry. In his teenage years he had witnessed his mentor of many years get his ass handed to him by a menstruating teenage girl. It was not a pleasant sight, and it was something that had deeply scarred him.
"Fine."
It was utterance of only a single word, but it was enough to gain the attention of every being in the room. Noticing traces of confusion he clarified, and relinquished his tense imposing posture.
No true harm could really come of this. If anything, they might gain some proper respect for each other.
"I will allow you to fight. "
"This will be done under the supervision of all of the avenger team. Am I understood?"
Both women nodded.
"I am sick of dealing with both of you. This fight is going to be held in the secure level dome training area. You will all follow Coulsen there now. Once you get there I will give you instruction on your fighting guidelines.
Coulsen swore he heard a faint muttering as Fury left.
"I've had it with these mother fuckin bitches on this mother fuckin heli-carrier. "
It was at that moment that Phil (first name agent) would have liked to laugh. Had the director really just quoted snakes on a plane?
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The walk to the training facility was long and awkward, especially for the poor males that had become entrenched in the warfare caused by their female teammates. Static rose and fell like waves among the corridors, infested with a thick blanket of tension that caused the hair on the back of the neck on every agent they passed to stand up with warning.
Both women stalked side by side on different edges of the corridor. Neither looked at the other as they made a quick dash into the secretive training center. The center followed a crevice into a lower level. One that had not been in the original floor plan she had viewed in her first few hours.
The tattoo on the pinkettes necked burned with excitement. She wanted to show her skill. It was true she felt accepted but was it possible that they still thought she was weak. She hurt in frustration. They had no clue of her skill. The only things they knew about her was her ability as a healer. Most of the members of the team would never need it. Thor was a god, Ironman wore armor, captain America thrived on the super soldier serum, and the hulk was well, the hulk.
How ironic it was that the person that disliked her the most seemed to be the only one that she would ever really need to help.
She spared a glance to the red head. She walked with a powerful semblance of arrogance and ableness.
While paying attention to the widow she failed to notice that the group led by Coulsen had stopped.
A huge door that dwarfed the group opened to reveal a huge training area, with harsh white metal walls. They had a sterile cold glow, not unlike a hospital. Like the first training room Sakura had been in, this one too had a glass box embedded into the wall as a viewing chamber in the middle of the walls. This room had a large simplistic balcony that spanned one side of the wall and wrapped around the glass chamber.
Thoughts were interrupted as Fury spoke from the balcony.
"Anything goes. Don't kill each other, or destroy the facility. "
"have fun ladies"
The sound of the gun sent both females into a rage. On one side, the pinkette that wanted to prove herself. On the other side was a viscious alpha that wished to put the younger in her place.
The first to attack was the graceful widow. Her plan was to strike then use her opponents force against her. It was what she had been taught in her younger years as a shield employee. She had been trained in the art of combat since she was six. When the Russian government took her from her family and sent her as a double spy to America. It was strange, but she enjoyed the freedom of America more than the harsh culture she had been raised in. She had been taught that the American's were a slovenly group that thrived on past generations success, When in honesty, much of America had become a freer culture.
The widow lept forward much like a cat would and flipped her legs forward sending her heels digging into the pinkettes shoulders. She would not move. Not yet.
The rosette listened and studied the blows of her opponent feigning a lack of speed to get her opponent to bring her guard down. The Romanov slammed a leather first into the youngers eye.
Blood dripped down from her brow making it hard to see. Almost unnoticeably, the widow was starting to loosen up, her blows became slower as she efficiently controlled her energy only to the point of what was needed.
To Sakura it obvious that the great widow had trained for years in the art of combat, and for a non- chakra using homo-sapien her skills were impressive. The widow was a powerful and beautiful spy.
But she was no ninja.
Feigning a stumble sakura flipped back into a handstand and then into a double twist flip. This movement put space between the women, as the pinkette dusted off her coat. The movements the widow made were predictable to the trained eye. Get in, do damage, get out, reassess and repeat. It was basic training to any combat student.
"Why isn't the girl trying to dodge?" Thor asked, now fully interested in the fight.
As if Sakura had heard him, She smiled at the ground, Her fist started to glow a familiar blue green, They hadn't seen this talent yet.
She used her own gloved fist to punch into the ground only once and send the widow hurling back towards the far wall.
Corner your prey
The cement ground split apart as if it had been hit by the hulk. The blunt force made the entire room shake as the spectators clinged to the balcony in order to hold footing.
Fury looked at his subordinates in order to catch reactions towards Sakura's talents. In his meeting with lady Tsunade, she had never once mentioned to him the strength possessed by the small frame of the teenager.
Fury's dark eye shifted back to the ground below, Had he not been trained not to show emotion, he would have widened his eyes.
She was healing herself. The ridge of broken skin and bruised across her nose and eye were gone leaving only blood traces behind.
But the widow was not one to be outdone. It was rare for her to pull one of her guns on an opponent this early in the game. But, this pest happened to need it.
With her gun in hand she fired at point blank range, as it had so many times before, the spider expected a satisfying sound of bullet hitting flesh, and perhaps a scream or two if she were lucky. But, before her eyes, the rosy haired woman flickered and vanished.
She blinked, thinking she had missed something only to feel a sharp object pressed against the back of her neck. In under a second the pinkette had disappeared and reappeared behind her with a kunai pointed against the nape of her neck.
Acting on reflex she used her legs to flip the proud Haruno out of balance. Using this precise opportunity she twisted the kunai back and snapped it out of her hand.
Once out of reach the red woman ran in circles around her opposing agent. Flicking her hands back the Haruno pulled out two senbon, and two shuriken. She aimed the shuriken at her head and just as suspected, the Spy noticed only shuriken and not the senbon.
The senbon had a paralysis poison in it activated by the user's chakra signature into the victim's body.
The widow's knees buckled as forced to remain upright.
"What did you do to me, Haruno?" She spat with disgust.
Unemotional green eyes wasted no hesitation in explaining her poison,
"Those needles have a paralysis potion in them that will paralyze you for short periods of time. That one will wear off soon. I gave you a very light dosage, as I did not wish to harm you. Because it is based on my energy signature I can control where it is and how it effects the body, Now until then, I am sending you into an illusion based REM cycle in order for me to heal you. This will not hurt.
Trying desperately to yell, the widow's qualms came out as little more than an almost in audible hum.
The blossom, stepped back and offered an apologetic look before doing some leisurely hand signs and closing her eyes to focus on the red woman, whose fiery, passionate eyes drifted off as the small bruises and puncture wounds closed up through her cat suit.
All was quiet as the cherry haired girl looked up to her spectators. Up in the balcony each of her peers looked with interest. Tony had recorded the whole thing; he would study it later and make a file for her. Steve had been deceived by her outward appearance as a physically weak being. She had been brought as a medic, not a combat professional, so no one had questioned her actual ability to fight. It would be assumed that she would be protected by other group members and hide, then heal them if a member of the team was hurt.
The strength she held was not human. And like Steve, Fury had a winding suspicion that they still had no idea what she was capable of.
Thor had expected such results. He didn't look at her appearance, coming from a warriors land such as konoha, it could easily be assumed that she herself would be a powerful warrior, He had heard of a past "Friend" of Odin's , the beautiful, and equally powerful Lady Tsunade. She was rumored to have the strength of one hundred Asguardian warriors.
Bruce had witnessed the power of the girl that had just an hour so tenderly hugged him, How did the place she had come from thought she was weak if she had such insane strength and speed? What were their standards? He would ask her more about this place later…
Coulsen was thanking his lucky star spangled cards that he would be lucky to live another day under the horrifying presence of fury.
"Haruno." He barked."Her eyes snapped up to him once again. "See to it that Ms. Romanov is returned to her room by medical personnel. And Haruno, you are expected to head to Loki's holding cell immediately to do a follow up investigation, he refuses to speak with anyone until he speaks with you first. "
Green eyes little with surprise. In the back of her mind bother her and Karasu agreed. "What are you planning, snake?"
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(chapters kind of short, but they will get longer again)
Killua Zoldyck and Reader-anonymous-writer
I understand the first chapters were weak, and the plot leaves much to be desired, I appreciate the criticism and am aware of the errors, If and when I have time, I may go back and correct them, but until then, I will leave them as they are, I assure you, I do have an understanding of English Grammar and vocabulary and proof read my work, but many times when these works are done it is very late, And I am trying to get them to my readers in a timely manner.
As always I listen to my reader to become a stronger writer, I may even rewrite the early chapters soon, thank you for the corrective criticism and thank you for reading.
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