Note: Sorry for short update, life has been odd lately.

Avengers: Wreckage

Chapter Thirty

Donna Blake sighed. "I think someone is trying to kill me," the blond haired woman admitted.

THAT stopped the side conversations cold. "How so?" Carol Danvers asked, the blond in her heroic identity of Warbird.

"There's been a couple of incidents," Donna said, "the first two I just wrote off as accidents... I nearly got ran off the road, and another car nearly ran me down."

Thunderstrike nodded, "Bad, but... plausible as a accident."

"The remote control bomb car and the sniper, on the other hand, convinced me someone was gunning for me," Donna revealed.

"I can see why," War Machine admitted. "Have you gone to the police?" she asked.

Donna made a iffy gesture. "I talked to my parole officer, because I wanted to unofficially get a sense how they would react," she told them, "he pretty much confirmed the best I could expect would be protective custody."

"Which would make you a sitting target, more or less," Olivia Stane noted perceptively.

"Exactly. If they can manage a remote controlled car bomb, they can take out anything the cops can hide me in," Donna shrugged.

"So you came to us," Thunderstrike nodded thoughtfully.

Olivia leaned forward, "Any idea why you are being targeted?"

Donna gave her a look.

"Other than the costume thing," Olivia smiled wryly.

"I haven't done anything else I can think of to be targeted," Donna said, "and honestly I have no idea why the costume thing would get me targeted either."

"Oh?" Warbird asked.

"I don't KNOW anything!" Donna made a frustrated gesture. "Seriously. I got recruited by a guy, given the armor and told how to use it. We met up at a meeting place, then took on the job."

"Let's run through this step by step," Warbird suggested, "maybe there's something you know you don't realize you know."

"I did that with the cops too," Donna sighed but they did so.

Running through things a second time Thunderstrike noticed something. "Wait a minute," she said, "the guy who recruited you off the set for 'Better-Man Z,' Describe him."

"Why? He's nobody," Donna said a bit uncomfortably.

Olivia had also noticed she had skimmed over that. "Could you, please?" she asked.

Donna frowned, "Well, he was..." She trailed off, then continued, "I mean, he was... I think..." She looked perplexed. "That's weird. I literally cannot remember him."

"Not even vaguely?" Warbird asked.

"No," Donna sounded worried, "I can't even picture him vaguely." She gestured awkwardly, "It's like there's a... hole in my memories."

Olivia got up, "Would you mind coming to my lab? I'd like to run a few tests."

Donna got up while muttering, "This is getting a lot more involved than I was expecting."

"Boss," Warbird addressed Olivia, "I have to take off. Can you keep me informed?"

"Will do," Olivia nodded.

Down in the lab, War Machine took a steel helmet and put it on Donna's head, after getting her comfortable in a padded chair. "What is that, exactly?" Donna asked nervously.

"It's a modified version of the cybernetic helmet that War Machine uses to run the armor," Olivia explained, "one of it's functions is to scan the human brain. I'm hoping this can tell us if anything was done to you."

"Is it safe?" Donna asked a bit anxiously as it snugly sat on her head.

"Oh, probably," War Machine offered cheerily.

"Gee, that's comforting..." Donna muttered.

"Power, ON!" Olivia grinned as she hit the switch.

There was a few moments of quiet, then War Machine grunted softly. Olivia looked at the view screen and blinked. "What the fuck?" she muttered.

"What?" Donna had to ask.

"Your brain's electrical activity is...," War Machine paused as she searched for the right words, "it's a lot more orderly than I expected. It really does look like someone downloaded it into a machine then uploaded it again, neater."

"I'm starting to buy the theory we're dealing with someone who can edit memory," Olivia added thoughtfully.

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Amy Ray, the woman known to some as the Enchantress, was actually kind of enjoying hiding out, oddly enough. She had money, time to have fun, and as long as she didn't use her powers she avoided being attacked.

"This may be the WORST movie ever," Amy laughed as they sat in the theatre together.

Jackie grinned back, munching popcorn. "It IS pretty bad," she agreed.

"This is a hour and a half of my life I'm never getting back," Amy nodded.

"I'll make it up to you," Jackie promised.

"Promise?" Amy asked archly.

Jackie laughed, "Yeah, yeah. Want to take off?"

"Yeah, I don't think this movie is getting any better," Amy agreed as they both got up and left the theatre

"Johnny Depp as the wolf was entertaining," Jackie offered as they headed out into the evening.

"You're really reaching," Amy laughed.

"Yeah, I guess," Jackie agreed.

"Do you wanna grab some dinner?" Amy asked curiously, "Or we could head back to my place for some wine and sex?"

That nearly made poor Jackie choke on her soda. "That's a BIT blunt," she grinned.

"Accurate tho," Amy purred.

"Let's grab some dinner first," Jackie suggested, "I'll need the fuel to keep up with you later."

Amy laughed as she said, "You say the most charming things."

"I try," Jackie grinned.

They picked a small cafe, off the main strip, and ordered two generous meals. Both ate happily, unaware they were being watched.

The bulky Crimson Dynamo was hanging back, the heavily armored figure trying to stay unobserved in the alley. The Mauler had ditched her armor, the red headed stunt woman carrying a small device. "What a piece of crap," she swore.

"What's wrong, Kat?" The Dynamo rumbled.

"This stupid Asgardian sensor the Tinkerer provided," Kat replied irritably, "it's giving double readings."

"Huh?" Dynamo blinked.

"It says BOTH women in that restaurant are Asgardians," Kat muttered, slapping the device on the side to try to change the readout.

"Well, there are a lot of them," Dynamo offered.

"Not on earth, tho," Kat answered patiently. She put the device aside, "I think we need to have the Tinkerer take a look at it."

"But what if they are Asgardians?" Dynamo insisted.

Kat grit her teeth. "We'll take a digital photo," she compromised, "if Tinkerer says the device is working, we can check them out and find out why they triggered it."

"Works," Dynamo nodded.

To be continued...