CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
Challenging the Alpha
AN: I NEED HELP! I'm still uncomfortable with writing fight scenes. If you guys could direct to some fics with some good fight scenes, or give me some advice, I'd REALLY appreciate it. THANKS!
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It had been five in the morning when Bobby had run like his life had depended on it (which it probably did) and around five-fifteen when Victor and the Avengers had returned to the mansion.
It was six-thirty in the morning when Steve Rogers / Captain America had made their little voyage to Bobbys room and found him missing and now when a frenzied Sabretooth returned to the mansion it was around eight am.
His entire bulky body was practically humming with contained, violent energy. His claws had elongated and he looked every bit the furious feral he was, so it was with caution that Natasha, the Black Widow, walked towards him.
"Stark had a chip that made the security cameras work" she informed him calmly, though her eyes never left the ferals form, reading his body language, ready to dodge or attack. "There aren't that many and from what there were nothing was picked up."
Victor gave a low, feral growl. "Jimmy didn't do his job." He snarled in guttural tones.
Natasha decided not to touch that one.
"Considering the lack of blood on your clothing and no beat-up kid, I'm assuming you didn't find him."
Victor continued to stalk through the halls, forcing Natasha to keep pace with him as he made his way towards the dorm room where his mate, cub and ****fer-brains little brother was.
"The brats in cahoots with someone." The feral snarled out. "Unless hiding his scent is part of his mutation."
"Not from the records it isn't." Natasha replied smoothly. "But I thought a hunter like you wouldn't need to rely on scent alone."
This was definitely NOT the time to press an angry ferals buttons, and Natasha knew her mistake the instant she made it. It was made even more clear when she suddenly found herself pinned up against a wall with claws at her throat and feral breath in her face.
"ARE YOU CHALLENGING ME!?" he roared straight into her face.
Years of intense Russian training, though, didn't fail her and the Black Widow kept her face calm and devoid of emotion, resisting the urge to struggle, knowing that would make things worse. Right now the huge mutant was just a hair shy of berserker mode.
When she didn't respond, 'the Butcher' seemed to get ahold of himself…..a little. "There are other senses than just scent, frail." Victor growled still in her face, ignoring the sound of feet running towards them. "Eyes, ears, touch, instinct. I followed that f***ing brats trail to a road. From there he could have gone either way. You and your little Avenger group are gonna organize a search-party. Do you understand me?"
When she didn't respond immediately, Sabretooth roared again; "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?"
"A-affirmative." Natasha choked out and Victor let her go and fall to the floor right when the Avengers turned the corner.
Clint Barton/Hawkeye took one look at his partner on the floor holding her throat, breathing heavily and the enraged Sabretooth before an arrow was nocked in his bow and he let it fly.
The tiny missal lodged itself right in the ferals throat.
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Being a class five (5) feral mutant with a healing factor from the gods, that arrow in the throat couldn't do any lasting damage, but being immune to sustainable damage didn't mean being immune to pain, and an arrow in the throat HURT!
With his voice box temporarily out of commission, roaring was out of the question, but that couldn't stop the fire glowing in his eyes as he glowered at the archer who stood with another arrow notched.
"S-stop," Natasha tried to cry out but her voice was hoarse. She cleared it and tried again; "I said STOP! I'm alright!"
Sabretooths instincts were going full throttle. Here was a group that did not accept that he was alpha. Here was a group who needed a lesson in the hierarchy.
Sabretooth drew himself up to his full height, tensing his muscles a show of strength. "Alright, all of ya, danger room, NOW. The lot of ya need a lesson."
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VOCABULARY:
GUTTERAL: adj. 1.) of or made in the throat 2. Harsh or growling
DEVOID: adj. Without any. Empty
SUSTAINABLE: 1. To hold up or support 2. To keep up; maintain
GLOWERED: v. to stare in a fierce or angry way; scowl. n. an angry stare
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CITATIONS:
"Pack: Canine." Wikipedia. Wikipedia, 28 Jan 2014. Web. 3 Feb 2014. wiki/Pack_(canine).
"Wolf Facts." Wolf Pack. N.p., n.d. Web. 3 Feb 2014. . .
mad. (n.d.). Roget's 21st Century Thesaurus, Third Edition. Retrieved February 03, 2014, from website: /browse/mad