Chapter Eight:
Hey! What's this? Two updates? Not a month apart? Oh my God! Somebody get me to the hospital! I must be ill!
Ha. Aren't I funny?
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I won't keep you any longer.
Without Bruce, and the whole idea of the fact he was literally back in time was putting the Avengers on edge. They still needed to be helping Rose. Her piece of wood or whatever was still missing, but that didn't change the fact that they were missing a member of their team. Possibly permanently.
"Coffee?" Tony looked up from the leather bound book he was reading. Upon entering the massive cavern, the Avengers, against their better judgement, had been awed. Jack had briefed them on who they were, and what they did, and considering who he was and what he did, he gave them the benefit of the doubt.
Especially when the pterodactyl screeched above them. The book he was reading was like a log book, all sorts of sciency alien technology documented and explained and his inner nerd was showing.
"Oh, thank you." Tony replied as Ianto placed the cup on the table beside him. The boy had been practically doing nothing but serving them and making them comfortable while the rest of the Torchwood team (And Rose) were busy trying to figure out their Hulk problem.
And he had to admit. The serving boy's resolve and lack of fear when faced with various levels of Thor, Natasha and himself was actually quite admirable.
"Do you need anything else?" Ianto asked, looking over his shoulder at where Natasha and Clint had started inspecting one of the wire covered walls. He seemed to be debating going over to stop them.
"No I'm good." Tony dismissed, but corrected himself a moment later. "Actually, can you explain any of this part here to me?" He said, holding the book out so Ianto could read. The was a tapped in photo of a metal glove, and beside it was a sketch of what looked like a masquerade mask.
"Oh, the glove was the Resurrection Gauntlet." Ianto said with a slightly laugh. "It was a tool he had a long time ago for solving murders. We never found the other pair, though, and had to destroy it after a… few incidents."
"Not that, the other thing." Tony corrected. The Gauntlet was written in english, he'd already figured out what it did (It was was pretty damn cool he'd have to remember the model). But the other thing was written in a different language.
"Oh, sorry. That was the Black Mask." Ianto explained. "We… We don't know anything about it. The best we could do was sketch a picture. Anything written on it or photos all became corrupt, like this paragraph here." He paused, seeming to think about what he should say. "We don't even know if the drawing is correct, and nobody has any strong memory of it. We think it had something to do with Dimensional travel, but we can't be sure."
"Oh?" Tony muttered, flashbacks to the New York battle and it's portal filtering through his mind.
CRASH!
"Oh for god's sake." Ianto huffed, and before Tony could say anything he'd taken off after Clint who had miraculously found a way up the wall.
Left to his thoughts, Tony actually didn't have much time to ponder the new information before Steve came to tap him on the shoulder.
"Jack wants us in the meeting room." He said, beckoning the man up.
He followed, and allowed himself to be led into the room. It was well lit, with a screen that was currently turned off at the far end.
Jack sat at the head of the table, and he beckoned the rest to take seats. His team stood behind him. Clint and Natasha entered last, followed by a rattled looked Ianto who paced to the end of the room, whispered something Jack that made the other man laugh and crossed his arms in the corner.
"Alright." Jack began. "I had Tosh run a background check on appearances of the Hulk in history. All of the stuff you guy' did is there, but it also dates back further. Stories of green monsters, destroyed villages, stuff like that. Using this information, we were able to date your friend's landing to about 1641."
"1641?" Steve echoed, looking at the Avengers. That was seriously in the past.
"Yeah. My Vortex Manipulator is working, but it's fragile. We'll be able to make exactly two trips, with the minimal amount of people necessary." Jack stressed, looking at each Avenger in turn. "And I was able to get an updated Base Code off of Martha."
"Go on then. What is the plan." Thor asked, with nods from the others.
"I was going to say me and you go back." Jack explained. "But as much as I love the idea of some quality time with you-" Jack winked, Rose groaned "-Considering you're literally the person they were worshiping at the time. Bringing a God down might not be the greatest idea."
"So who are you thinking?" Natasha asked.
"I'm torn, I truly am." Jack said with fake sadness in his voice. "But I was thinking it's either got to be Clint or Steve." He declared.
"Why can't I go with you?" Rose interrupted. "I have experience with this it makes the most sense."
"No, Bruce is the Hulk. He hasn't met you, and meeting you got him zapped to the dark ages. He'll need a familiar face to calm him down." Jack explained. "And It's either Clint or Steve because none of their weapons will look out of place. We don't want to break history, so having an archer or hand-to-hand combat would be best."
"His logic is good." Clint agreed, please to be one of the viable options.
"And it's simple from there. We go back to the earliest recorded date, find the Hulk through village rumours, try not to get burned for witchcraft, then get back here and you guys can be on your merry way." Jack finished.
"The rest of you can stay here, and we'll help get you trained on how to deal with these Weeping Angels." Gwen added.
"What about us?" Jemma asked. She and Skye had nearly been forgotten, being cast aside as everyone tried to figure out what was going on. Jemma absently rubbed at her eye, while Skye pursed her lips hoping not to get yelled at.
"You'll be trained like anyone else." Gwen told them. "There's no reason for you to be left out. It would only put you in danger."
Jemma nodded, turning away a bit.
"You okay?" Gwen asked, a little bit quieter. The girl still had her hand over her eye.
"Yeah, I'm nine." Jemma muttered. "Er, Fine. I'm fine. There's just something in my eye."
Gwen turned back to Jack, who turned back to the table.
"Alright then. So who's coming with me?" He asked.
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