CHAPTER 6
"I'm free to go? Just like that?" I asked and he nodded, "you have a strong team backing your views. That's good enough for me. Even if I still hate you're fucking guts. You're free to go". I stared at him for a few seconds, trying to find any trick or lie behind his words as he disappeared into the night. "Nat?" I asked quietly. "Truth" she replied smirking. "Legolas?" I asked again and he nodded, "truth". They both believed Fury was telling the truth. I believed Fury was telling the truth. He was in fact, telling the truth. "I'm free" I muttered, "I'm actually...free". Grinning, I turned to the others, "I'm hungry, who wants lunch?" They all rolled their eyes at me but couldn't hide the grins. "Stark. It's 12am" Nat said and I shrugged, "who cares? We've done it before. And I know this great pizzeria around the corner...
And it could have ended there, all happy and joy and smiles all around... But it did not... Because this whole thing is not yet finished... So no, it does not end here, with everyone laughing and cheering... Because it simply couldn't be that easy for me...
A sharp stabbing pain in my back knocked me off my feet, and I stumbled, falling to my knees. What the hell? Everyone was still laughing and talking with each other, and so they didn't notice me on the ground. Slowly I reached my hand up to my back, and my hand connected with something sharp. Hissing in pain, I put back down my hand to find the palm split open with blood gushing out. Gritting my teeth, I reached up again, this time finding a smoother surface. It was... It was... A knife... Why did I have a knife in my back? Biting down on the collar of my jacket, i pulled it out, wincing as it sent a shock of pain shooting through my body. Slowly, i lowered my hand, examining the knife. It a deadly yet elegant, evil yet graceful. The handle was of a sleek black design, with dark green and gold carved into it, awhile the blade was more silver and current covered in my own blood. It made me feel sick to the stomach.
"Hey, Thor?" I asked my voice hoarse and scratchy. Please don't let me right, please don't let me be right, please don't let me be right. "Yes my good frie-" the God stopped when he saw me, sitting there with a knife in my hand and blood coming out of my back. Slowly, he reached over, patting Clint on the back to get his attention, the whole time his gaze locked on me. "Yes Thor, what is it?" Barton asked, turning to him. The thunder god didn't speak, couldn't, he just pointed at me. Clint completely froze when he saw me and I looked up at him fearfully. Slowly, he knelt down next to me, "Tony?... Hey, Stark?". I completely ignored him, turning my gaze back to Thor, "it this what I think it is?". The God nodded slowly and I looked back down at the knife, "why the fuck did I have to be right? Why couldn't I be wrong for once?". Clint looked at me strangely, "Tony?". "I mean he can't be... He wouldn't... Is he?" I asked, talking more to myself than anyone else. "Guys..." Clint said scared but they didn't hear him. "I mean is been three years, surely he wouldn't... But he did say..." I continued "GUYS" Clint barked and the other three turned to him, immediately the words dying on their tongues when they saw me. "Stark?" Steve asked slowly as i continued to mumble to myself, "three years... That's about long... He remembered? Surely he didn't...". "What's he on about?" Clint asked as Natasha knelt down next to me, prodding at my back. I barely noticed, my gaze was locked on the blood covered knife i was holding, the blood from my hand dripping down and causing a small puddle on the ground. "Flesh wound. Hasn't hit any major bones or muscle. Will need stitches though" Nat said, slowly taking the knife from my hand and looking at my palm, "stitches for this as well. He needs to go to hospital NOW". I continued to stare at the knife, now on the ground next to me. "Why would he come back?" I muttered, "he should have forgotten...". "What's he saying?" Clint asked again, "Thor, you found him, what happened?". "The knife belongs to-" the God started but was cut off by a voice that made my blood turn cold, "Me".