Hi... Did this take to long...? Yeah... Sorry guys, I was going through some stuff with some shit and family and other shit and I got busy and lacked motivation to write. That and sports, work, and everything else I just got to busy.
So... this is a horrible chapter, like really horrible in my opinion. but its what I have. Sorry guys, I really am, I promise next chapter will be far better. But heres the question. Im gonna try to make next chapter last chapter. But, what would you likes like? the end to be a two parter, or there to just be one more chapter. What do you guys want? Im gonna try to put on a poll on my profile for you guys to choose. If im to dumb to figure that out, then just comment what you want. Alright guys, sorry again for the bad chapter...
ALSO Previously Wolflehr...
long story, but my account name is now Professor Wolfie...
Chapter 11
(Song Suggestion: Like Real People Do – Hozier. & or. In A Week - Hozier)
The day was peaceful and calm in Vanaheim. It was early morning, the sun was just rising over the wheat covered horizon. The red, orange and yellow sun, lit the dim, damp morning with a beautiful glow. There was no wind, and the trees and wheat in the fields were completely still. The lake water was still and so was the lakes foliage, with the bass swimming around peacefully before the fisherman came to get the catch of the day. The animals and farmers were just waking, readying for a day of hard work and moving.
Two chairs, sat hidden behind the cat tails in front of the lake, two bodies sitting in the chairs, hands connected, a large hand holding a small one. The two were silent, enjoying the peace that they could seemingly never receive in their situation.
The blonde man looked over at the red head and smiled, his blue eyes, his soul, at peace, sitting there with her. She looked at him and smiled faintly, but it was a sad smile "We're all probably gonna die you know…" Natasha said quietly. Is that why they were doing this… acting like they were normal and could love, acting like a normal couple and taking the chance of being together… were they only doing this because death would come soon? She wasn't sure if she wanted to know…
"Yeah… I know…" He whispered and looked back at the horizon.
"And you're ok with that?" She asked in a whisper.
"Honestly?" He looked at her and she nodded "Yeah… as long as we fought our hardest, and gave Thanos hell, and did everything we could've done, to save Asgard, and as long as we're all together when it happens… If that's how it goes, then I'm at peace with it…" He whispered peacefully.
"Sounds to me like you're giving up." She deadpanned quietly.
"No… Just accepting the possibility, and the fact that I've lived my life. My story is one of many, and the world won't suffer if it ends to soon..." He sighed.
"That's very dark for a Captain America quote." She smirked
"Yeah… I heard that in a video game Sam showed me." He chuckled and she laughed.
"What game?"
"Assassin's creed Revelations."
"Figures… Ezio's such a dramatic… Like someone else I know." She looked at him and he grinned.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
….
"Oof." Tony grunted after falling flat with Clint standing over hit.
"You're a horrible fighter." Clint deadpanned.
"No I am not!"
"I'm in recovery and I knocked you on your ass 4 times in under five minutes."
"Shut up… I don't need to fight I have JARVIS!"
"And what happens when you don't?" Clint asked.
Fear was visual in Tony's eyes, after all Jarvis was his son and best friend. "He'll always be there, I'm done trying to learn to fight. This is ridiculous." Tony snapped and stood up, slowly walking away.
"You suck at teaching." An annoying voice came from the roof next to the training grounds. Clint groaned and turned to see rocket sitting on the roof playing with his gun.
"Well I don't see you doing anything." Clint growled back and took a sip of his water.
"I'm doing things. Just fixed Stark's suit and update it. It seems to me like you're doing nothing."
"I'm trying to train Stark, not enable him to continue to be helpless." Clint shot back.
"Don't yell at me!" Rocket jumped down and got close to Clint in a defensive stance.
"I'm not yelling we're arguing, not yelling!" Clint yelled.
"You just yelled at me!" Rocket yelled back
"NO I DIDN'T!"
"YES YOU DID!"
"IM SO SICK OF YOU, YOU FUCKING RACOON, THANOS ISNT GONNA BE THE ONE TO KILL YOU I AM!"
"YOU FUCKING PRICK, HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A RACOON!?"
"YOU ARE A FUCKING RACOON, YOU CANT SEE THAT. YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN TALK! WE HAVE TO WORK AS A TEAM TO DEFEAT THANOS AND YOU'RE RUNNING AROUND LIKE YOU CAN DO IT ALL BY YOURSELF. WELL GET WITH THE PROGRAM BUDDY, YOUR NOT FUCKING SPECIAL AND YOU'RE THE WEAKEST MOST EXPENDABLE LINK!"
Rocket was stunned into silence, he's only been here for a week and every day there were at least two arguments between him and Clint, but it never got this bad. Rocket gaped in fury. "How dare you… YOU THINK I WANTED TO BE LIKE THIS, YOU FUCKING PRICK!? I'M AN EXPERIMENT A FUCKING MISTAKE! YOU'RE THE EXPENDABLE ONE BOW MAN. YOU'RE THE WEAKEST FIGHTER, YOU HAVE NO POWERS. YOU'RE THE PATHETIC ONE. SO FUCK YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVE NO ROOM TO JUDGE!"
….
"Peter shut up." Gamora growled
"BABY IF YOU NEED ME CALL ME, NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE, NO MATTER HOW FAR!"
"I'm not singing with you."
"JUST CALL MY NAME, I'LL BE THERE IN A HURRY."
"Please silence yourself…"
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO WORRY!" He reached his hand out to her and pointed. Steve watched from a few feet away, silently watching their interactions.
"If I sing will you shut up?" She asked and Peter nodded grinning.
Instead of singing she spoke the lyrics she had heard far to many times "Cause baby there aint no mountain high enough…"
"AINT NO VALLEY LOW ENOUGH!"
"To keep me from getting to you baby…"
"Close enough" Peter grinned "Wanna try that dancing again?" He stepped closer and wiggled his eyebrows.
She smiled and looked down "Do you wanna listen to some music?" He asked.
She looked up at him and frowned "I WILL NOT BE TRICKED BY YOUR FOOLISH MAN POWERS!" she yelled and pushed him away, and stomped off.
Peter watched her walk away wide eyed and sighed in frustration.
"What a strike out…" Steve commented and walked up. "But I've seen worse. Worse has been done to me." Steve chuckled.
"Every time I get close to her, I get pushed or punched."
"Is it possibly because you handle your crush like a 5 year old would?"
"I wouldn't say five year old…"
"I would." Steve deadpanned.
"Whatever man." Peter brushed it off.
"Stop being an idiot. Talk to her. She clearly likes you." Steve said.
Peter raised an eyebrow "I highly doubt that…"
"Peter… This may be your last chance. We're going up against Thanos, you may not have another chance to do this."
….
Gamora sighed and sat down in her small home in front of the fire. She was sharing the small house hut with the red headed woman. She and her friends have been here a week now, working and readying themselves alongside the Avengers. And so far, she has had no desire to speak with any of the Avengers and their friends, she simply wants to defeat Thanos so no one was in danger any longer.
All this stress was starting to make her crazy, she thought in frustration. She and her team have been chasing Thanos and his goons for months now, and it was getting old. But they knew where Thanos was now… But Gamora was starting to wonder if they even had a chance against him.
Silently Gamora's fellow assassin, the red head, walked in. Gamora had to admit, that yes this woman was a human, but from what she had seen, this mortal woman was also extremely powerful, she was also talented and intelligent, but unlike any real assassin in the galaxy, Gamora has noticed that this woman, was silent, she made her kills silently, tried her best to be unknown, it was impressive. And Gamora was dangerous, but she was admitting that this woman, may be more dangerous.
"Hello…" Gamora acknowledged her.
"Hello, Steve said lunch should be done soon." Natasha said quietly, sitting down by the fire, next to Gamora.
"Steve?" Gamora knew few names.
"The Captain."
"Ahh, he seems to be a good man." Gamora commented.
"He's a great man, better than anyone you'll ever know." Natasha said, and it was true, here was nog a lick of exaggeration in her tongue. Steve's heart was massive, and compassionate, he was to kind for his own good.
"You seem fond of him."
"I am…" She gave a small smile and looked at the fire, entranced by its beautiful flames.
"I know how you feel." Gamora gave a smirk and leaned her head back to relax.
"You and Peter?"
"I'm not entirely sure…"
….
(Song Suggestion: Cherry Wine – Hozier)
Brenna sighed, she cared far too much for this man. He was a fool, a mortal, an idiot. But he was her foolish mortal idiot. He was charming but goofy all at the same time. Earlier she had spoken with Loki and he called her out on her feelings for Clint.
And as frustrating as it was, it was true, and she had to face that. Today they would go over their plans against Thanos for the final time, and tomorrow they would invade. Today, was possibly the last chance for everyone to do anything. Meaning it was her last chance to talk to Clint about everything.
But oh how hard this would be. Clint did things to her head, he confused her, and frustrated her, but made her feel warm inside. He was the only one of the others that treated her like she could be trusted.
Could she be trusted? She herself didn't even know that. And with that thought, it worries her that in the end she'll somehow hurt Clint.
Whether intentionally, or unintentionally…
Brenna slowly walked into Clint's hut. "Clinton?" She called out.
"What's up?" He asked, kneeling in front of the fire place, trying to get a spark to light the tinder.
"I-I wanted to speak with you…" She said quietly and walked further in.
He finally looked up, worry in his grey eyes "Is something wrong?" he asked and stood up slowly.
"Well… no… yes… I'm not sure. But tomorrow, we battle Thanos, and I-" She couldn't do this, "I just thought this may be our last time to speak, so I thought we could have dinner."
Clint had looked hopeful, as if he anticipated her words, but as she spoke, it left his eyes, and a faint sadness remained "Yeah… yeah of course." He smiled.
"So what's with you a rocket?" She changed the subject.
"He's a prick."
….
Asgard…
Thanos sat on his throne, looking at an infinity stone, showing all the Avengers and Guardians of the galaxy, together around a table, speaking of their plans of invasion. He grinned, now knowing their plan he would finally destroy them, and rule the universe…
Looking over at a guard next to him and ordered "Take the first legion. Bring the Dark Elves to my army. And find the Collector."
"Yes Sir."
I was to dumb to figure out the poll thingy, vote on the comments guys, sorry, to lazy to edit that part out.
Again, sorry for the crappy post.
Next will be better, I promise