Month: November 2014
Flash Fiction Fan Fiction
Helloooo, everyone! It’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, but that’s mostly because the list of book reviews and character interviews I need to work on has gotten pretty intimidating.
But, while I work on those, I might as well give you something to enjoy. Because everyone likes some Captain America fanfiction, right? Titleless as of yet, I think you’ll still enjoy it. Oh, and this takes place right after the Marvel One-Shot Agent Carter, but you’ll still get it if you haven’t seen it. 😉
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Peggy searched the small crowd for a familiar face.
“Peggy! Over here!” Howard’s voice called out. She pushed her way towards him and fell into a slightly awkward hug. “How has Flynn been treating you?”
Peggy smiled. “Let’s just say I’m glad to be done with him. How’ve you been?”
He shrugged, but she detected a hint of sorrow on his face. “Pretty good.” He averted his gaze. “Well, let’s drop your bags off in the hotel and head out for something to eat. Maybe some–” He stopped, and it wasn’t that hard to guess what he was going to say.
“I’d love some fondue,” Peggy said cheerfully, the fakeness carefully hidden. “You know you don’t have to walk on eggshells around me, Howard.”
He nodded and picked up her bags. “Right. Well, let’s get going.”
The hotel wasn’t too far, and Howard told her it was only temporary, until SHIELD was officially started and she had time to look for a house. After eating, Howard dropped her off at the hotel, and she retired early. The next morning, Howard took her on a tour of the building that he’d purchased for SHIELD. The tour was achingly long, and then Howard got an odd look on his face and stopped by a door. “This is your office,” he announced, opening the door.
Peggy stepped inside, gazing around at the beautiful room. The desk was beautiful, and Howard had been thoughtful enough to put a few special touches on the room, including a picture of Steve on the desk. She touched the frame, gazing down at the tall, muscular man in the picture.
“I’ll just leave you alone,” Howard said quietly, slipping out of the office. Peggy sat in the leather office chair, setting down the briefcase she’d brought with her. She opend it and set a smaller frame next to the picture. Steve, skinny. Before and after.
She closed her eyes and reached into her briefcase again. She dug around until she found her pocket knife. Then she flipped it open, found an unobtrusive corner of the desk and carefully drew the knife across its surface.
Seventy Years Later
The carving had been worn and smoothed by time. The letters hadn’t disappeared, the handwriting achingly familiar. His finger traced the word. Steve.
If she could’ve known that he’d be reading this years later, decades later, would she have put more? Would she have written something to him? Would she have left her feelings, her thoughts, her love, just a simple note?
If only he could go back.
A lone tear trickled down his cheek and landed on the desk.
You Are Beautiful
The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Thirteen
At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!
*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.
“Do you have your ropes off yet, Natasha?” Steve asked.
She shook her head. “My hands are pinned to the magnet, and my shoulder aches. There’s no way I can get them undone. Besides, Loki tied my hands plenty tight enough. What about you two?”
“No success,” Barton reported. Steve agreed.
“I think I’m almost there,” Stark called. “I’ve just got a little ways to go. This dagger he so kindly left in my shoulder early isn’t very good at cutting ropes.” He suddenly froze. “Act innocent. Somebody’s coming.” He frowned. “I thought it would take Loki longer than that to beat Thor, even without his hammer.”
Aila burst into the room and hurried out the opposite door, still looking regal, although she looked slightly downhearted. Just as the opposite door closed behind her, the one that she’d come in through opened again. Thor stood in the doorway, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. He looked up at Clint, Natasha, and Steve on the wall, confusion written all over his face. He shook it off. “Where’s Aila?”
“You and that stupid girl,” Stark growled. “Untie me. Now. Where’s Loki? Did you beat him?”
Thor made a face. “Not exactly, but he’s… out of commission at the moment.”
“Thor!” Aila exclaimed in a scolding tone as she stepped back into the room. “You should have brought Loki in. In case he regains consciousness.” She stuck a key in a keyhole – in the middle of the wall – and turned it. A buzzing sound filled the room and the magnetic portion of the wall began sliding slowly downwards, until everything stuck to it was simply sitting on the floor. Thor stared, and then turned and headed out of the building.
“Hey, untie me first!” Stark called, but Thor had already left. He eyed Aila. “You better stay away from me.”
She rolled her eyes and ignored him, walking over to Banner’s cage and unlocking it, letting the huge door swing open, and then went over to the three who had been on the wall and used a knife to slice through their bonds. “There’s antiseptic and bandages in the other room,” she told them.
Thor dragged Loki into the room and used some spare rope to tie his wrists and ankles. He raised an eyebrow when he saw that Stark was still tied to his chair. “Why did you not untie him?” he asked Aila.
She shrugged. “He’s a jerk. But he told me to stay away from him, too.”
Stark grimaced. “That’s not what I meant.”
Thor untied Stark. They cleaned the few wounds serious enough to need immediate attention while Aila stood awkwardly to the side. Stark got back into his suit, Thor retrieved his hammer, Cap his shield, Hawkeye his bow and arrow, and Natasha her gun. Natasha stuck her earpiece in her ear and contacted Fury. They went outside and waited for the jet to come to pick them up, with Steve and Hawkeye both keeping very close to Aila, just in case.
“It’s over,” Natasha mumbled softly to herself, rubbing her temples. “It’s over.”
———-
Fury met the jet as it landed just outside of SHIELD headquarters. The faces of all of the Avengers were worn and tired, and all of them had injuries of some kind. Banner was the least seriously injured, with just the knot on his head from when he was knocked out. The rest were all worse. Cap helped Aila out of the jet and led her towards the building, and her cell, his hand grasping her arm firmly. Thor grabbed Steve’s arm, stopping him. “Take her to the medical people first,” he said. “She may not look like it, but she is injured.” Cap raised an eyebrow but merely nodded and prodded Aila forward. Thor moved over next to Fury as the rest of the Avengers exited the jet.
“You did well,” Fury said. “Why didn’t you tie up Aila, though?”
Thor looked at the dirt. “She saved my life. Loki was about to kill me. She…” His voice trailed off. “Saved me.”
“There’s more, isn’t there,” Natasha said quietly from his elbow.
Thor sighed. “She said it herself. She said that she would lose either her freedom or-or me. And she chose to lose her freedom.” He stopped. “For me,” he said chokingly.
THE END
I hope you have enjoyed this story! What did you think? Keep an eye out for more stories coming soon!
The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Twelve
At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!
*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.
Thor landed on top of a huge building, not even sure what it was, his eyes focused on the warehouse in front of him. Every door, every window was either boarded up or closed, and probably locked. How was he supposed to get in? He jumped down from the building, landing with a thud and sending up a cloud of dust. He began to walk around the building, sizing it up.
A hand gently touched his shoulder, and he spun around. His eyes narrowed and he took a step backward. “Leave me. You are lucky I’m letting you live now. After what you did to me.”
“Please don’t be sore, Thor,” she whispered softly. “I didn’t want to. Really I didn’t.” He arched an eyebrow at her suspiciously. “I didn’t want to do this, either.”
A hand gripped Thor’s arm and spun him around. Loki’s familiar grin was right in his face. “Thank you, my dear Aila,” he sneered, his eyes on Thor’s angry face.
Thor turned to the girl, who had moved off a few paces and leaned against a tree to watch. “You betrayed me,” he snarled.
Aila opened her mouth to reply, but Loki waved his hand impatiently. “Do not try to stall, Thor. Your friends are inside, and, well…” He flashed a crooked grin. “We have been having a little fun. You would not want it to stop being fun, would you?”
Thor glared at Loki. “You need not do this, brother. We can—”
“I must,” Loki said, interrupting Thor. He looked at Aila. “Aila darling, why don’t you go back inside. We may be a while, and I certainly don’t want you to witness this and ruin your beautifully innocent mind.”
“Darling…” Thor hissed. He dove for his brother, fury and hatred bubbling up inside of him, swinging around his hammer. Loki ducked and avoided it. He wrenched his brother’s arm around and unsheathed yet another dagger.
“If this is how you want to play…” Loki began.
Thor threw his hammer, sending it flying straight into his brother’s stomach. The force sent Loki and the hammer crashing into the wall of the warehouse. Loki leapt up the instant he stopped moving and charged Thor, giving him a gash on his arm. “You’ve no hope for your hammer now,” he panted as he pressed his knife to Thor’s throat. He smiled. “Your hammer is now presumably stuck to the same magnet as your friend’s weapons. And the magnet attracts all metals,” he added, seeing the doubt on his brother’s face.
“Oh, please, boys,” Aila pleaded in her silky sweet voice. “You’re going to give us a bad name.”
“I have nothing to do with you,” Thor snarled. “I should have learned by now not to trust Midgard women.”
Loki smiled. “Aila, dear, if I’m giving you and me a bad name, it will only last as long as my dear brother’s life.” He grinned at Thor, the knife still at his adopted brother’s throat. “Which won’t be very long. Darling, maybe you should go inside.”
“I didn’t mean us as a couple,” Aila said sweetly, drawing nearer. “I meant all of us, as Asgardians.” The two men froze, taken aback.
“You’re not an Asgardian,” Loki said. “You told me yourself, and I met your mother.”
“You are right,” Aila said, stepping nearer. “But you are wrong. I told you, and you met my mother. But you didn’t meet my father. I am not Asgardian, but I’m half-Asgardian. My father was from Asgard.”
The brothers were stunned into silence for almost a full minute before Loki spoke. “That is of no consequence now.” He fixed his eyes on his brother. “If you were not such an immediate threat, I would enjoy taking you inside and making you watch the torture and death of each of your friends. As you are and immediate threat, and immediate solution must be performed.” He pushed his brother up against a shriveled tree. “Once and for all,” he hissed in his brother’s ear.
Thor closed his eyes tightly, feeling the coldness of the dagger against his throat. And then a thud, and the dagger was gone. He opened his eyes and saw Loki wrestling with a tiger. Aila? They rolled around on the dying grass, both of them snarling, but one a human snarl, and the other not. He knew he should head for the warehouse while Loki was distracted, but he was frozen in place. He couldn’t move. Why would Aila try to save his life?
A roar of pain echoed across the field, clearly coming from the tiger. Thor felt the urge to help, but he felt helpless without his hammer. He took an unsure step forward, but didn’t move any farther. The tiger – Aila – finally pinned Loki down. Red was mixed in with the orange and black fur, but Loki also had his wounds. He was still struggling, but Aila had him pinned perfectly. She turned back into herself, and Loki went limp as she knocked him unconscious.
Thor still couldn’t move as he watched Aila push herself up off of Loki and gaze down at him, her hand clutching her side. She glanced in Thor’s direction and he finally found the power to move, grasping her other arm. “Why did you do that?” he asked in a whisper, towering over her.
“Because I had to choose,” she said softly. “I had to lose either my freedom, or…” She averted her gaze. “Or you,” she whispered. She turned away from him and walked to the warehouse as he stood staring after her, shocked.
The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Eleven
At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!
*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.
Banner groaned as he woke up. His head ached horribly, and he couldn’t remember what had happened. He saw a pair of pants lying next to him and figure out that he’d Hulked out, but other than that, he couldn’t remember anything. He yanked on the pants and sat up, his head throbbing as he did so. He was in a huge cage. Hulk-size, he thought. His back throbbed, and by turning his head, he could just barely see the claw marks. The memories came flooding back. The tiger. The warehouse.
He turned around and felt the room shift out of focus. Whoever knocked him out certainly hit him hard enough. The room came into focus, and for a second he thought he was going to pass out at the sight. Natasha, Clint, and Steve were all tied to metal chairs that were somehow hanging on the wall close to him. He could see a huge knot on Clint’s forehead, Steve had a nasty looking cut on his cheek, and Natasha’s arm was twisted back at a horrible angle. They all looked like they’d been through a war, but Stark, whose chair was standing in the middle of the warehouse, looked like he was enjoying himself, even though he looked just as bad. Loki was standing in front of him, pacing back and forth.
“Oh, leave him alone, Stark, come on,” Steve called out. His voice was hoarse and tired.
Loki tossed a dagger in Steve’s direction, which sliced deeply into Steve’s arm and clattered to the floor. Banner felt anger burn hot inside of him as he saw an expression of pain flash across Steve’s face. But the cage was solid, and Hulking out wouldn’t do him any good.
Loki turned back to Stark. “You insulting, sarcastic…” his voice trailed off as he traced his larger knife along Stark’s neck. Loki stabbed a third dagger through Stark’s shoulder, pinning it to the chair. Stark clenched his teeth together, sweat on his forehead. “Oh, look,” Loki said, casting a glance in Banner’s direction. “The monster awakes. Do not worry, Banner. You are next. You may find I am not quite as puny as you think.”
Banner winced at the reference. At that moment, a man burst into the room, followed by none other than Aila. “I thought you said there’d be horrible violence,” she said to Loki teasingly.
Loki frowned at her. “Leave, Aila. Now.”
“Sir,” the man who had entered the room with Aila said awkwardly. “I, well, uh…” he sighed. “Thor’s here.”
Loki’s face darkened. “Aila, leave.” He turned to the man. “Where is Thor?”
“He’s heading this way. He landed on a nearby building, and we think he’s coming this way,” the man replied.
“I’ll meet him out front or around back, whichever way he comes,” Loki said, smirking. “My brother. He never learns, does he?”
“No, he doesn’t,” Aila agreed.
Loki glared at her. “I said—”
“Loki, just shut up and get moving, will you? I’ll be… quite a big help,” Aila said, a sly smile on her lips.
Loki sighed. “Whatever you wish, my dear.”
The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Ten
At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!
*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.
Fury paced back and forth in the meeting room, not taking his eyes of the screen. The Avengers weren’t answering him over their earpieces, and the door on that stupid warehouse was closed. He clenched his fist. That girl… what was she up to?
“Fury?”
Fury looked up at the door. “Agent Hill. We have a possible… complication. They followed the tiger into an empty warehouse. The doors closed after them, while the tiger escaped out the back.”
“The simplest, easiest, dumbest, most obvious trick…” Agent Hill growled, rolling her eyes. “What do you think we should do?”
Fury sighed, his eyes once again on the screen. “The only thing we can do.” He put his finger to his ear. “Thor? I need you in the meeting room.”
———-
“You won’t get away with this,” Natasha declared, gritting her teeth. Could he tie those dumb ropes any tighter?
Loki gave a low laugh, a sneer on his face. He tugged sharply on the end of her rope. “Really, you ‘heroes’ never can come up with something witty to say. You always say that.”
“And it’s always true,” Steve pointed out. His hands were already tied, along with his ankles, and Loki had tied him to a metal chair. Which of course the magnet picked up.
Loki smirked. “Not this time. Although it does concern me that Thor is not here.” He shrugged, his eyes twinkling in evil merriment. “No matter. I believe darling Aila will be a match for him, hmm?” He raised an eyebrow in Natasha’s direction as he strapped her to a metal chair and gave it a shove towards the magnet. She landed next to Stark, whose metal suit had been removed so he could be treated in a similar fashion. Hawkeye and Steve were both on her other side, and the Hulk was secured in a gigantic metal cage, although he was still unconscious.
“Loki?” that familiar, musical voice called from the far side of the warehouse.
Loki whirled around. “Aila! You were supposed to—”
“I did what you told me to,” she replied, lifting an eyebrow as she stepped into view. “I went out the back door. You didn’t say I had to stay out.”
Loki let out a frustrated sigh and put his hand on her arm gently. Natasha raised an eyebrow at the uncharacteristic gentleness and softness she was seeing in him now. The others looked equally bewildered. “Aila, this is no place for you right now,” Loki insisted softly. He paused and glanced over at the Avengers, stuck securely to the magnetic wall. He lowered his voice. “I told you I wanted revenge. This is my time, and I’d prefer that you not witness any, how shall we say this, extensive violence?” He tapped her nose gently with his finger.
She shrugged his hand off her arm. “Don’t worry about me, Loki. Besides, you need me here to help in case SHIELD plans a rescue mission for some reason.”
Loki let out a low chuckle. “I’m not worried about SHIELD. After all, I have plenty of hostages,” he said, motioning to the wall. “You need not be here, darling.”
“Darling?” Cap asked incredulously. Stark seemed to suddenly have some sort of throat problem, as he was choking and coughing. Natasha and Clint simply stared at Loki.
“He has a heart. An actual, real, emotional heart,” Natasha finally stammered, her voice laced with disbelief.
“I’m beginning to feel insulted…” Loki growled threateningly, his eyes narrowed.
“But, dear, I thought you wanted people to think you were heartless,” Aila said, her lovely brow furrowing with confusion. “This means that you accomplished that. You fooled them.”
A slow grin spread across Loki’s face. “Oh, sweetheart, you always know how to cheer me up.” He traced his finger along her jawbone and gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek.
“I’m gonna throw up,” Stark grumbled, changing his position in his chair.
Loki gently pushed Aila towards the door she came out of. “At least stay out of the room, honey?” She left, and Loki turned to the magnetic wall. A man walked into the room and handed Loki a knife and a short dagger. He smirked at his hostages. “Who wants to go first?”
The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Nine
At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!
*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.
Banner tried to keep from tensing up as he left the building. He wondered if tigers could sense fear, and, if so, if it would make them more eager to kill. He shuddered at the thought and tried to ignore it. He walked towards the place Fury had given him the coordinates for. Before long, he didn’t need the sheet; he just followed the terrified screams of shock.
The screams stopped, and so did Banner. Had the tiger disappeared, or turned back into Aila, or had the people just been killed? He shuddered at the thought. Should he go on?
The next instant, he was hit from the side by an orange and black blur. The tiger’s force made him slide down an alley, dust in the air around him. He stood up and roared as the… other guy came out. He lunged for the tiger, but it easily sidestepped him and pounced on his back, digging in its claws. He roared in pain and flailed his arms as he tried to get a grip on the monster clinging to his huge green back. Stupid thing.
———-
“Ouch,” Cap muttered as he stared at the screen over Stark’s shoulder, where they could see the tiger clinging to the Hulk’s back. “Do you think we should go help him?” he asked Fury.
Fury shook his head slowly. “Let’s give them some time and see what happens.”
The tiger finally released its grip on the Hulk’s back and turned as if to run away, but the Hulk roared and grabbed its hind leg and slammed it into the ground. Several times.
“Reminds me of what he did to Loki,” Clint remarked. Stark chuckled.
The tiger finally managed to escape the Hulk’s grip and slipped down and alley, its speed giving it a head start on the surprised Hulk. “Go,” Fury instructed, and all four of the Avengers at the table leapt to their feet and took off.
Stark took off in his suit, with the trio below following his directions as he tracked the Hulk and the tiger from above. They managed to take a short cut and soon found themselves racing along behind the Hulk. The tiger led them on a crazy journey around the city, people running out of their way. They were almost within grabbing distance of the cat when it ran through the open door of an empty warehouse.
They managed to get the Hulk to stop, and Stark landed next to them. “We going in?” he asked.
“That’s the only thing I think we can do,” Steve said reluctantly. He looked at the door and stepped inside, the rest of the group following behind him.
The warehouse was dark, with only a little bit of light coming in through the boarded up windows. They made their way in deeper cautiously. There was no sign of the tiger.
Steve was still in the lead when he heard a loud thud behind him, and then an even louder buzzing noise. He froze and whirled around, along with the rest of the group, their eyes on the unconscious Hulk on the floor. Stark seemed to be sliding across the floor and then flew up into the air, slamming into the wall. “Get out!” he yelled. “It’s a magnet!”
Steve’s shield flew off his back as he reached for it, and joined Stark on the magnetic wall, as did Natasha’s gun and Hawkeye’s bow and arrows. “The door!” Hawkeye cried, shoving Natasha towards it as it started to close. It was too late. It slammed with a thud.
“Don’t worry, your perfectly safe. Dear Aila isn’t in here. You need not worry about her,” a sugary sweet voice, as cool as ice, said from behind them. Somehow, unfortunately, familiar. “You need only worry about me.”
The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Eight
At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!
*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.
Loki shut off the small device and turned to Aila, a smirk on his face. “You’ve heard their plans. Do you think you can handle the Hulk?”
Aila rolled her eyes. “Are you trying to be funny? Yes, of course. I could kill him if you wanted me to.”
Loki smiled and shook his head. “No. I want you to appear close to the SHIELD building, in tiger form, of course. That should bring out the Hulk. I want you to give him a big run for his money, without killing him, which should, by what we heard, draw the other Avengers out. Then you’ll run to the warehouse, making sure they’re following you, and, as soon as you get in and you know they’re coming in, too, you hurry out the back door. Then I’ll handle the rest.”
Aila nodded. “Right.”
Loki smiled at her sweetly. “I hate to use you as bait, darling, but—” He reached his hand toward her cheek.
She rolled her eyes again and pushed his hand away. “Please, Loki, not now.” Not ever. “Are we going to start that plan right now?”
Loki nodded slowly, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh, yes.”
———-
“I’m really surprised you volunteered yourself,” Stark said as he and Banner messed around in the lab. “Hand me those tweezers, will you?”
Banner handed Stark the tweezers. “Me too. I guess I was right, though. The other guys is the best fit for a tiger.”
Stark shrugged. “You didn’t have to volunteer, but you did. That takes guts.”
“Something’s going to take even more,” Cap said from the doorway. “We’re all to go to the meeting room. Sounds like we’ve got a tiger sighting.”
A little of the color drained from Banner’s face. “All ready?”
Stark patted the doctor on the shoulder. “You’ll be fine. Let’s go.”
They met the other Avengers in the meeting room, which they’d basically claimed as their own by now. Fury glanced at Banner. “Cap told you?” he asked. Banner nodded. “We’ll monitor from here. If she starts to run away or you’re in trouble, the rest will come after you.” He nodded to Banner. “Go get her.”
Banner nodded and hurried out of the room, his nervousness displayed on his face for all to see. “Where’s Thor?” Cap asked, looking around the room. “I thought—”
“I thought that it would be better if he didn’t get involved in this,” Fury interrupted. He nodded towards the monitors in the table top, and all of the Avengers, without Thor and Banner, at least, leaned forward to watch what happened.
The Avengers: We Have A Tiger – Part Seven
At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fan fiction I wrote a while back. It’s quite long (twenty-eight pages) so it’s going to be split into quite a few parts. I hope that you will all enjoy it!
*DISCLAIMER: This story is based off of the end of The Avengers. There are illusions to spoilers for said movie, so read with caution, but most are not major. Thor: The Dark World, Iron Man 3, and Captain America: The Winter Soldier, are not taken into account, and have not been watched by the author. That said, enjoy.
“I can’t believe this,” Fury muttered, pacing back and forth behind his desk. “I just can’t believe this.”
“Of all the stupid things…” Stark growled. He turned to face Thor getting right up in his face. “If you hadn’t been so stupid—”
“Guys,” Cap interrupted, putting a hand on Stark’s arm. “Really. That doesn’t matter now. And, Stark, you may want to remember that Thor’s stronger than you when you’re not suited up. Just a thought.” Stark turned around and plopped in a chair still grumbling to himself under his breath.
“Her last words were obviously meant to apply to Thor’s early statement,” Fury said, turning to face them. “You said that she didn’t look like she’d work for Loki, and you also said that she didn’t look like a threat, so when she said that looks can be deceiving, her meaning was clear. She works for Loki, and she is a threat.”
“Well, duh,” Stark snapped. “Anyone who goes riding off on a hovercraft thingy with Loki certainly works for him, and anyone who can morph into a tiger is a threat.”
Fury glared at him. “Stark, we need to cooperate to be able to figure all of this out. First off. Does anyone think they’d be able to fight at close range with a tiger?”
Hawkeye snorted. “Count me out.” Natasha nodded in agreement.
Cap shook his head. “I don’t think I could.”
Stark looked doubtful. “Possibly, but I’m not sure. Even in the suit, I’d be outweighed, and possibly outsized.”
“I might, but I doubt it,” Thor put in.
“You’re not going anywhere near that kid,” Stark growled, glaring in Thor’s direction. Cap put his hand on Stark’s arm, warning him.
“I think I could.”
Everyone turned to face Banner. He shrugged. “Well, if we’re talking about weight, the, uh, other guy would probably be a pretty good match for a tiger.”
Fury contemplated him. “The Hulk would probably be the best match,” he agreed slowly. “Are you sure you’d want to risk that, Banner?”
Banner shrugged again. “I don’t have much to lose.”
Fury nodded. “Well, then, if we have any concerns with the tiger, Banner will be the one to handle it. If needed all of the rest of you will help him. Got it?” Everyone nodded. “All right, let’s all take a break. All we can do now is try to figure out where Loki’s going to strike next, or wait for him to move.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, I think we’re going to have to use the second tactic.”
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