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ALSO TO: UN FRANAIS! Thanks for telling me, I don't speak French, I'm just using google translate and copying and pasting what it says, so if it's wrong, I end up being wrong. Anyways, sorry if I keep messing up, blame google... CONTINUE MINIONS!
Tony woke when the car slowed to a stop. Jaguar had placed him in the backseat, even buckling him in. Tony was too sleepy to do much, so he didn't protest when Jaguar unbuckled him, and pulled him into his arms from the backseat. Tony lifted his head from it's resting place on Jaguar's shoulder, and looked blearily around.
They seemed to be in some private airport, but there was only one plane. It was an odd plane, seemed designed for stealth and speed than comfort… Actually, it was very similar to some blueprints he had seen his father make for something called a 'quinjet'. Leaning against the side of the plane were two figures. One male, one female. The male was tall, he too adorned with three weapons (crossbow, short sword, twin pistols), a tiger mask on his face. His accents were orange and a metallic white. He cocked his head at the sight of Tony in Jaguar's arms.
The women had twin daggers, a sniper rifle on her back, and some throwing knives. Tony noticed the small bottles in the pouch on her hip, and wondered what they could be. The women wore a snake mask with accents of red and black. Her mask was white with the accents over it, unlike the others, who had black masks with their chosen colors over it.
She just stared Tony right in the eye with her strong gaze, and Tony held it.
"Jag, did you kidnap another kid? You can't keep doing this brother." The man snickered. Jaguar rolled his eyes.
"I didn't 'kidnap' him, Tiger, he wanted to come with me." The women laughed outright.
"That's what you said about the litter of puppies you brought home three days ago. Wolf already warned you, only one stray per month, Jag!"
"Oh, shut it, Snake! He's not a stray, it's Stark's kid!" The two leaning against the quinjet blanched, standing up straighter.
"What? Oh, you poor thing, come here!" Snake murmured, taking Tony into her arms easily, holding him close.
Tony was surprised, he hadn't gotten a hug from anyone other than Julia, and the occasional one from the other staff, since Jarvis died. He didn't fight it, but was tense for a moment, before relaxing into the woman's (now dubbed snake) arms.
"You should get used to that, most of the girls back at the Den will mother hen you for the rest of your life, kiddo." Tiger snorted. Jaguar grunted in agreement.
"Oh, hush you!" Snake said with a fondness in her voice. After a few minutes of quiet discussion between the assassins (to quiet for Tony to hear), they got on the quinjet.
Tony yawned, and slowly drifted off as he listened to the three banter.
Tony wasn't sure how long they had been on the quinjet, but he knew it was awhile judging by the fact that the assassins had changed into civilian clothing, removing their masks, color schemes somewhere in their outfits.
Snake had dark brown hair, short cut around her chin. Her eyes blinked open, still heavy with sleep, and Tony noticed the olive green eyes look at her surroundings. Her skin was a light caramel, and she wore little makeup. She was young, early twenties at most. She wore black ripped jeans, black combat boots, a red shirt with a black skull on it, and a black leather jacket.
Tiger openly displayed his name with a Memphis Tigers sweatshirt, he too wearing black ripped jeans, and combat boots. He had blonde hair, brown eyes, and fair skin. He was well muscled, and broad shouldered. He was smiling at something Jaguar had said.
Jaguar was a tall, lithe man, while still muscled, seemed more for speed than for strength. He had black hair, hazel eyes, and tan skin. He wore sweatpants and dark blue converse instead of jeans and combat boots. He had on a zip-up hoodie, black with gold accents on the edges. He was smirking at Tiger, and was the first to notice Tony.
"Hi, jeune. Welcome to Paris!" He said Paris in French, so it sounded like 'perrie'. Tony rubbed at his eyes, and yawned.
"How long was I asleep?" He mummbled, blinking. Tiger chuckled.
"Around seven and a half hours, kid." Tony hmmmed, nodding.
"We're in Paris?" Nods. "Cool." Tony had been to many places with Howard for business, but had never been to the City of Light before. If he had, it wouldn't have been like he saw anything anyways.
"Here, wear this jacket, and I got you some shoes. They might be a bit too big, but it's a little chilly outside today.
Snake handed him a blue hoodie, and a pair of black sneakers. Tony had worn black pants to bed, so they could work as normal pants. He pulled on the offered items, and took Snake's offered hand as they exited the quinjet. Tony blinked at the sudden light, and gazed around. They were in another small airport, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. There was grass for miles, then trees, and just in the distance, a glimpse of the city, Eiffel Tower tall against the blue sky. Tony figured it was around 3:00 because of the sun's position in the sky. In the fields, there were seven or eight horses running around, grazing in the warm sun. An older man approached them, and behind him Tony could see a small house, stables, and a few hanger bays, some had a quinjet in them, others did not. There were twenty bays total, and six of them were empty. The man grinned, coming toward them, and Tony guessed he was around 50.
"Snake, Tiger, Jaguar! How was the mission?"
"Good, Raven. How has it been here?" Raven shook his head fondly.
"Just fine. Who's the enfant?" He asked. Tony frowned.
"Mon nom est Tony Stark, je ne suis pas un enfant, je suis sept ans, je vous remercie beaucoup." Tony narrowed his eyes at the man. (My name is Tony Stark, I am not a child, I am seven years old, thank you very much.)
"Ha! This one's got attitude, I like that. Reminds me of Jackel. My name is Raven, I'm a retired Chasseur. Now I keep the planes in order, and take care of the horses while the young people are off on missions." Raven smiled softly at Tony.
"Horses?" Tony asked, mildly confused. Snake answered.
"The den prefers to use horses over cars, I'm not quite sure why, but it's always fun when you're a recruit to get the chore of picking up supplies from the city. You get to ride the horses there." Tony nodded, looking at the horse closest to him, a black and white spotted mare, with tall strong legs. She nickered softly at a young foul close behind her, he was no more than a few weeks old.
The foul was a beautiful brown color, with streaks of white on his nose, and back. Wobbly legs trotted around his mother, neighing softly. Jaguar smiled at him.
"That's my horse, Shelia, and her son, Hunu. He's only three weeks old." Tony smiled as the horse trotted around his mother eagerly.
"They're beautiful." The four assassins shared knowing looks before Raven spoke up again.
"You ever ridden before, jeune?" The oldset man asked, a smile in his eye.
"Oui. Howard owns multiple properties. My old caretaker, Jarvis, took me riding when we were at any of the houses with stables." A few nods, and they were walking towards the stables.
"We don't have a horse to spare, so you'll have to ride with Snake, ok Tony?" The boy nodded, still having his eyes on the foul.
They approached the stables, and Raven handed the adults each a lead rope. The assassins walked out into the pasture, each leading their horse into the stables.
A few minutes later, each horse was ready to go. Snake swung Tony up onto a palimo stallion, and mounted herself as well a moment later.
"Goodbye and good luck, jeune." Raven said, waving as they bid goodbyes. With a few seconds, the horses were in a full gallop, headed toward the thick woods to the north of the airport. Tony watched as the scenes passed in a blur of different shades of green, brown, and blue, with the occasional color flickering past. It was around half an hour later when the horses slowed to a trot, and Tony noticed the large cliffs not far ahead. Tiger pulled his black stallion next to the one Tony was on, and nodded his head toward said cliffs, before speaking.
"Hundreds of years ago, when our founders were looking for a place to train others to inflict justice on those deserving, they looked everywhere. They went to mountains, woods, fields, and many cliffs similar to this one. All were not right, close but not quite. They camped right around here one night, weary from their travels. Before he fell asleep, the leader, whose name was Saomi Lion, prayed to anyone who would listen, calling out a plea. "Please, to any who can hear it, help me find a place to train others to be like me, a place to call home. Give me a place to let them call home."
Later that night, a huge earthquake ripped through the lands, tearing the ground in two. One part raised higher than the rest, and an odd opening was visible once the tremors stopped. The group built a small bridge, and investigated. They found the opening leading into a larger room full of gleaming crystals, and surprisingly smooth walls, at least eighty feet high. A little more testing showed that the rocks were easily carved, making it easy for them to carve more rooms. Saomi Lion looked to the heavens, smiled softly, and said; "Thank you, to all who are listening." Ever since that day, Chasseurs have called this place home." Tiger concluded his story with a proud smile, his brown eyes scanning the cliffs.
Tony stared as a woman in a alligator mask came forward and took the horses after they dismounted, with a cheery "hello!". Jaguar gripped his hand as they walked a little while down the length of the cliff, until finding an wooden bridge. They crossed, and Tony couldn't help but glance down into the gourge.
It wasn't far across, maybe six feet, but it was deep. Tony guessed around ninety to one-hundred feet tall, sharp jagged rocks glinted at the bottem. Tony gulped and stuck to the middle of the bridge after that, the assassins chuckling.
They entered a rather small passageway in the cliff, and when they emerged, Tony gasped in shock.
Like the story Tiger had told him minutes earlier, the walls were a least eighty feet high, gleaming crystal. Lights lit up items hanging from the wall, and with a start, Tony realized they were masks.
The closest to him had the least amount of masks, lion masks, each seemingly getting older closer to the top, each in a lion's form, but different colors for each. There were hundreds of them, ranging from wolves, which also had less than others, to even otters, which Tony didn't quite think was quite as dangerous as it could be. The walls of the cavern were full of them, each different from the other.
"Once an Chasseur dies, in or out of the job, their mask is hung with it's breathren, in the Caverne d'honneur.(Cavern of honor). The original assassin's mask is hung near the top, and their legacies that followed behind place their masks in order behind them. No two current assassin's have the same name. Some may have the same name after death, but not before. A name can only be given once the person before them is at rest." Tony stood and absorbed that information before nodding, and pointing to the lion masks.
"Why do some have less than others?" He asked. Snake's olive green eyes flickered to the masks, before looking back to Tony.
"You earn your name through your style of combat, and achivements during training. For example, I was given the name Snake because I enjoy the use of poisons during a kill." She said, holding up the bag Tony had seen on her hip a few hours earlier. Tony nodded, and they continued walking down another hallway, then another, before crossing through a room... And a lot more of that.
By the time they reached the door they were clearly going to enter, Tony was throughly confused with the layout. Jaguar knocked a few times, and waited until a strong female voice told them to enter.
The room was a lavish office, but not overly so. On the wall behind the woman at the desk, there were paintings of people in predator masks killing vile looking men and women in various ways. There were a few chairs in front of the desk, and filing cabnets on the wall to the right, to the left a window overlooking what appeared to be a small garden. The women behind the desk looked dangerous.
Straight black hair that fell to just below her shoulders, blue eyes that seemed to pierce Tony's soul, and see what he wanted to keep hidden. Her shoulders and chin were held tall and proud, but she didn't seem like a soldier, more like a proud warrior. She seemed like she could kill you twenty different ways in less than a minute. Her gaze swept over the four in her office with a kind yet strict gaze, and a small smile tugging at the corner of her pursed lips.
"Jaguar…" She said, voice just as strong, but laced with amusement. Said man shifted his weight, grinning sheepishly.
"What? This one's potty trained!" He gestured to Tony, who made an indignent noise. Jaguar turned with a concerned look.
"You are potty trained, right?" Tiger chuckled, while the women sighed. Tony just raised an eyebrow, a trick he learned from Jarvis, and nodded slowly.
"Good." The strict looking women raked her gaze over Tony once more.
"He's skinny, but looks strong. I trust you'll get him adjusted with the others?" All three nodded happily.
"Good." She looked back at Tony. "Hello, jeune. Welcome to the Den of the Hunters." After a few minutes of a conversation about him, Tony zoned out. A few more minutes, and he was pulled out of the room, down the confusing hallways (this time getting a vauge idea of the place), and finally stopped at another door. Tiger and Snake walked off, and Jaguar looked down at Tony.
"I'll leave you here to get used to your new roommates. Don't give your last name, they don't matter here. Find a spare bed, and grab a trunk from the closet. Don't take Riley to seriously, she's got a rather… Morbid sense of humor, but she means well. Good luck, jeune."
WIth those final words, he pushed Tony through the door, shutting it behind the boy. The moment Tony looked into the room, a girl with wild blonde hair and mischievous blue eyes filled with excitment was in his face. Like, less than an inch away. She smiled broadly, showing her missing canine tooth.
"Hi! I'm Riley!" Tony blinked, leaning backwards, and heard a sigh as a hand gently pulled Riley back.
"Ri, give the boy some room, you're going to give him a bad impression of us." As the assumed Riley backed away, still grinning, Tony got a good look at the boy who had pulled her away.
He was Tony's age, same for Riley, and they were actually the same height, and the boy had brown hair,cut in a short style, his eyes were green, and his skin a dark mocha color. He was well built, cearly strong
The second boy hung back a little, gray eyes glittering with curiosity, but giving Tony space. He was rather tall for his age, and lithe as well. His hair was a deep blonde, unlike Riley's bright color.
The first boy spoke up. "Hi, I'm Jace, that quiet boy is Evan, and as you probably guessed, that's Riley." Tony shook the offered hand, recovering from his surprise.
"Tony."
"Well, come on, let's get you a bed." There were ten beds in total, but only three were currently being used. The beds, while not quite a queen size, were a little larger than a twin. The bathrooms on the far wall, one boys, one for girls, and the beds had fluffy looking pillows, and soft blankets. A closet was in the wall to the left of the bathrooms, and Jace pulled out a trunk, placing it in front of the bed Tony had decided to use.
"There's some outfits in there, four sets of training wear, one outfit for days in the city you'll pick later, and two pairs of pjamas." Jace said.
"Thanks." Tony said, still inspecting the room. The trunk was medium sized, black with what Tony assumed was the Chasseurs' crest on the top in silver, and the latch simple. Inside were just what Jace had said, the training uniforms black, the pjamas gray, and two pairs of soft soled shoes in black.
"So, how'd they find you?" Riley asked, voice very close, and Tony looked up to see her laying on his bed, chin in her palm propped up by her elbows, and legs swishing through the air behind her.''
"Jaguar killed my parents, I found him doing it, and then I'm saying yes to coming with him." Riley nodded.
"They found Jace defending people from bullies, and discovered his parents were abusive, Evan was found when they killed his parents, and they found me where I lived my whole life, on the streets, 'cause my mom and dad didn't want me. I attacked them when I thought they were there to hurt me, so they took me in. Now I'm here. I'm hungry, is dinner soon?" She had said the whole thing looking at him, until the very end, then looking up at Jace.
"No, Ri. It's only four o'clock." He said fondly. Riley jumped off Tony's bed with a groan, and headed toward her bed, flopping down.
"Anyways, welcome to our little home. Riley growing up on the streets… damaged her mind a little, and she's a little eccentric, but sweet unless you hurt her or anyone/thing she cares about. Evan won't talk much until he knows you. Anyways, I recommend a nap, this must have been a long day for you." Tony nodded, changing into his sleepwear, and pulling the soft blanket over his head, he thought, this is going to be interesting, and drifted off listening to Riley babble on about something, Jace or Evan adding their comments in when they felt nesscesary.
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