I SORRY!

I SWEAR

UNDERTALE
MY VERY

SOUL

IT HOLDS!

I even wrote stuff! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhgahghahghahgsfdjkafl dfv

My heart can't take it and I started playing and ugh!

So yeah, my friend got me into the gaming club room for the past few Mondays and destracted me with PC games. Apparently I get motion sickness from games like Portal and so on. It was a bad day. -_-

A lot has happened. I became Geo-Club president by default. I am almost finished with my own story like for real. Terrified man. This is one that I created outside fandom. I also got a lot of stuff done with my beading/ embroidery.

I have stuff for this and I will update I am just easily distracted and tired. I'm working on a lot of stuff and getting stuff done.

In all honesty this might go on Hiatus for a bit due to the fact that I have many unwritten parts after Loki drops in. I have a lot of new stuff to add and shenanigans in the story.

I want to do this story justice and right by it and my followers. I will keep at it and finish this!

COME AT ME UNIVERSE! BRING IT!

-The author has run off into the distance followed by lightning. She sends her love.-

Fury Needs a Vacation, M'M Wants Ruby Slippers

Minutes maybe hours had even passed for Emma as she followed the tunnels. She was lost damnnit all and was going nowhere fast. She had just entered an area of vents that allowed her to move to her knees instead of army crawl when a sound vibrated through the enclosure.

A whirling noise came from in front of her followed by a red grid light that scanned the walls.

"Oh shit." Emma hissed and rolled down a junction of vents just as a black dis flew by. They were scanning the fucking vents for her! Shit. Not as stupid as she hoped. She had to get out of here.

She moved as fast and as quietly as she could. She almost crawled past a room if it had not been for a loud voice that caused her to freeze.

"Stark ain't giving us anything." Came a bored male voice. Emma reversed back to the large vent grate and peered in.

The guard that spoke was a balding man who used to have blond hair and of English descent. He was cladded in a security guard outfit of an over bleached off white shirt—button up—a pair of black slacks and boots.

The other man—younger—with light brown fluff of hair held his back to both Emma and the other guard.

A quick glance around the room and a half-baked plan later, Emma went into action praying for forgiveness.

One montage of ninja moves, a snapped neck, one knocked out guard and Emma nearly losing her stomach left her tying up the fluffy haired guard.

Emma sunk to the ground shaking at the whole thing. She wanted to go home. There was no place like home. Allowing a moment of silence before moving, she turned to the lockers of the room which they apparently had. Go figure. Thanks author. A new lab coat and boots joined her person along with a spare radio set left her facing the computers.

How the hell did one send a signal and sabotage a terrorist cell computer system again?

She was never going on vacation again.

It had been four days. Four days since they had last heard from Tony and Emma and it had been two hours since Fury had called the team in.

Bruce, Steve, Thor, Clint, and Natasha all sat at the long black table that was on the bridge of the Helicarrier. Fury stood before them in all his furious glory.

"As of four days ago, we lost contact with Tony Stark. The team of agents following Stark were found dead nine hours after the footage form the hotel dates when Stark was entering the lobby. We have not heard from him since."

Steve clenched his jaw as Bruce shook. Thor placed a hand upon Bruce's shoulder gentle showing his own struggle. The assassins were statues.

"The tracer on the arch reactor is being blocked along with any other tracking from JARVIS. It is believed that a terrorist organization bent on Stark's tech has taken him. A video was sent to us stating such along with a ransom of excess to any and all information on Stark products as well as SHIELD Intel." Fury stated briskly and without mercy.

"Do we have any idea where Stark is?" Clint asked eyes flashing to the team. Bruce did not look good.

"The hope is that he is still in Nevada. Other than that no." That was so not what Clint wanted to hear.

"Buttons. Buttons. Buttons. Son of a feckin biatch. Okay." Emma muttered under her breath as she typed into the computer. A straggling laugh came from behind her reminding her of the still living guard. She only slightly regretted not killing at this point.

"You'll never get the dampeners off." The guard chuckled. No regrets now! Thank you!

Why didn't she think of dampeners? Doh! Get it together!

Quickly, she worked her magic and started up the well memorized lessons from 'In Case of an Emergency' 101.

"Director." An agent sitting in the front area of the computers called. "A message is coming through the canal that the video came through. It seems to be from the middle of the Nevada desert."

"Put it on screen." Fury ordered. The screens on the table flared to life to reveal a black screen with green letters.

:HELP! Really. SOS or whatever. Shit is going down here. I think I killed like three duds and stabbed one. The stabbed one is an ass so I might—off topic here! I'm hurt. Like electro-shock hurt and ribs yeah ow ribs. And head hurt. Tony doesn't look good either. The arch is flickering which ='s bad. Spare is in the lab. Get it and GET YOUR AVENGING ASSESS HERE LIKE YESTERDAY! I need a nap. I mean it! They have drones in the best the assholes and poor fashion choices. Though I'm thinking of keeping the knives. And yeah. I'm gonna save Tony if you're not here in like 2 hours. Um what else…..I guys that covers it. With Love! Emma. :

It was silent for a moment as everything processed.

Bruce felt immense relief that Emma was alive but it was quickly replaced with fear at the news of Tony's condition. Steve appeared to already be planning their next move and Thor held the look of battle. The spies held hints of pride in their eyes but it was clouded by professionalism.

"Who the hell is Emma and how did she get there?" Fury demanded.

"Den mom." Clint replied. "She works for Tony and the Avengers."

"Why was I not informed of this?"

"It did not come up sir. Do we have a location on the message?" Steve countered diverting the conversation.

"The blocker is going down slowly. In less than an hour we should have a lock on Stark." Random Agent 73 stated.

"Tony taught her that last week." Bruce mumbled slowly regaining his normal color though his eyes held flecks of green in them.

"Suit up Avengers. When this is over there will be a full debriefing upon your return." Fury ominously ordered. The Avengers booked it out of the bridge.

"These damn supers are going to drive me to early retirement." Fury muttered as he sent his people to gather info on this 'Emma'.

I am so sorry about all these short chapters. This is as much as I can really do without getting too sick to drive home. I will get more out. It is just taking a lot of time that I lost and am regaining. Talk to you folks later! Seriously though, My Reviewers I live off your reviews and they give me strength to forge on. THANK YOU! -throws confetti and soul crushing stories and fluff your way along with cookies—

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