Avengers’ Isle: Together At Last

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Hullo! I totally forgot to post this picture with last week’s episode, made in partnership with myself and writefury! Okay, I confess, all I did was the text. She did all the hard work. 😉 No, I still haven’t seen Age of Ultron. But I did watch one of the trailers again, but with a little twist. XD Okay, back to business. DID YOU NOT LOVE LAST WEEK’S REVEAL? If you need to get caught up, see past posts here.

Tony frowned. He had no idea who this guy was, but he sure didn’t seem like a SHIELD agent. Not that he cared. He was just glad everyone was alive. Well, almost everyone.

He bent down and picked up the red, white, and blue shield reverently. He and Cap hardly ever saw eye-to-eye – scratch that, never – but Cap had been the best man Tony had ever known. And Tony’s last words to the soldier had been angry. How could Cap have been the only one not to make it?

“Tony?” Natasha placed a hand on Tony’s shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts. Loki was untying Thor, and the two were deep in conversation. The others were gathering where Tony was.

“He was a good man,” Tony said, tapping the shield lightly. Natasha nodded in agreement. Banner looked sad. Tony held out his hand and they shook hands. Science buddies back together again. Tony looked over at the guy with the metal arm, Bucky, who was grinning. “What?” Tony asked, frowning. “This isn’t a joke.”

“Not to you,” Bucky said, trying to make his face serious, but his mouth kept twitching. He took the shield from Tony and laid it on the ground. He slammed his metal fist into it, and the sound rang loud through the forest, making the two Asgardians jump in surprise.

“What in the world do you think you’re doing?” Tony snapped, lunging for the shield.

Bucky pulled it out of his reach. They heard approaching footsteps, running at a ridiculous speed. “I thought that would be loud enough to get his attention,” Bucky said, running a finger along the edge of the shield.

Steve Rogers slid to a stop at the edge of the circle. He was barely breathing hard as he looked around. “Well,” he said. “And here I came to rescue Thor.” Then he caught sight of Bucky. “Bucky, I–”

“No time,” Bucky said quietly. “We should get out of here while we’ve got the chance.” He glanced over at Red Skull. “I think he’s gone – for good – but we should bring him with us anyway. And Barton.”

“I want a full report and explanation,” Fury said firmly, staring Bucky down.

“As soon as we’re out of here,” Bucky replied, staring back at him.

They gathered up all of weapons they might need, although Bucky said that the natives would be glad to see them leaving. Bucky picked up Barton, and Thor picked up Red Skull. Bucky led the way through the forest, towards the center of the island.

“So, do you have a boat or something?” Tony asked skeptically, nearly tripping over a tree root.

“Something,” Bucky grunted, barely managing to keep Barton from hitting his head on a tree.

“What kind of something is it?” Tony pestered him.

“You’ll see,” Bucky said. “Unless you keep asking questions.”

Tony shut his mouth and drifted to the back of the line with Thor, Loki, and panting Banner. He couldn’t believe how easy it was for Natasha and Rogers to make it through the thick undergrowth. Even Fury was handling it easily.

They stepped into a huge, empty clearing. Tony gazed around at the circle of green grass, then up at the bright blue sky. “So what now? We wait for a helicopter to pick us up?”

Bucky handed Barton to Steve and pulled a remote looking thing out of his pocket. He pressed a button on it, and right before their eyes, a Quinjet appeared. Tony sighed when he realized it had been cloaked. That was most assuredly cheating.

Bucky turned to Natasha. “It’s all yours.”

Yay! Looks like we’re on our way to a happy ending, finally! But they’re not safe yet… Like for a bag of trail mix, comment for a piece of (late) Tony Stark birthday cake! (It’s not too stale yet…)

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Avengers’ Isle: Cognitive Recalibration

Hullo, everyone! I apologize for missing… two weeks? of posts. BUT… it’s a good thing I did, otherwise, well… this wouldn’t have come. I was planning a completely different plot twist, BUT THIS HAS ME SQUEALING AND SUFFOCATING WITH HAPPINESS. (*wink wink*) Just remember this is an alternate universe, so have of the first Avengers movie hasn’t happened, and neither have Thor 2, Cap 2, and Avengers 2. Just a reminder… Carry on, now. New? Read past posts here.

A moan escaped Natasha as she opened her eyes slowly. Her vision came into focus, and her breath caught in her throat. Clint. He stood with two others in the center of the clearing. She was pretty sure that the guy with the red skull was Red Skull, and the other guy looked familiar, although she couldn’t place him. She closed her eyes and did a mental assessment. No broken bones, but her right temple was throbbing and she felt a little woozy. She could feel some dried blood caked on the right side of her face, probably from when she fell. She was tied to a tree, judging from the rough bark.

“Glad you’re awake, Romanoff,” Fury’s voice came from nearby. Natasha opened her eyes and saw that he was tied to a tree near her, Banner on his other side. She turned her head to the right and saw Thor, who was grumbling to himself and tugging on his ropes.

“Barton brought you in,” Banner said, shifting a little in his ropes. “We’re weaponless and outnumbered.”

“And Hulkless?” Natasha asked, lifting an eyebrow. Banner nodded. “This seems like quite a predicament.”

A noise close behind her tree made Natasha try to turn her head unsuccessfully. Something flew into the clearing, straight into Red Skull, knocking him back into a tree. His head hit the bark and he crumpled. Clint leapt into action, an arrow on his bow as his eyes scanned the forest. Natasha gasped as she saw what had hit Red Skull. Roger’s shield. He’s alive.

“I believe you said it would come back to us,” a voice whispered harshly behind her tree.

“I don’t know how he does it!” another voice growled back.

Natasha moaned. Tony and Loki. How had they gotten ahold of Cap’s shield? Barton crept slowly towards them, but with a sudden “oomph” he stumbled to the ground. Bucky stood behind him and relaxed his metal arm, then pulled out a knife and made his way over to Natasha. “He’ll be okay in a minute,” Bucky said. “Cognitive recalibration.”

“Don’t you dare,” Tony said, stepping out and trying to look angry as Bucky approached, but he really looked freaked out. Bucky rolled his eyes and used the knife to start sawing at the ropes.

“You could untie your other friends,” Bucky suggested casually.

Tony looked at him in surprise, then looked behind him. Loki moved into view and shrugged. Natasha frowned at them. “Where’d you get the shield?”

“We found it buried in the sand close to the water,” Tony said, moving over to work on Fury’s ropes with a knife Bucky gave him. “We used it to fight off the walking trees.” He shuddered.

“The what?” Banner said, frowning.

“Mechanical,” Bucky said. “And I put the shield there. You guys really should have left a guard, you know.”

Fury looked just as surprised as Natasha felt. “Why are you helping us?” Fury asked suspiciously.

Bucky straightened as Natasha’ ropes fell away. “SHIELD Agent James Buchanan Barnes, at your service,” he said, bowing.

Yay for the fifteenth Avengers’ Isle post!!! *throws confetti* You know the drill! Like if you want a piece of Avengers’ Isle birthday cake, comment to see Bucky’s SHIELD badge…

Avengers’ Isle: Not Alone

Hi, everyone! Did you like how last week’s post ended? Thought so… 😉 This weeks may not seem to end on much of a cliffhanger, but I’m pretty sure you guys will be looking forward to next week’s post…

Also, I metioned to writefury in a comment that I will post extra episodes when I reach certain milestones. There are a few you can help with: 10 reviews on Amazon, 50 sales, and 200 followers on here… New? Read past episodes here.

Tony slowly opened his eyes. It took a second for everything to focus, but when it did…

He yelped and began to scramble backwards. Natasha pulled back, just as surprised and embarrassed. Loki wasn’t even trying to hide his smirk. “What were you doing?” Tony exclaimed.

Natasha pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, sighing in frustration. “It’s called ‘leaning down to inspect the odd welt on Tony’s neck’.” She made a face. “Loki wouldn’t do it.”

Loki snorted. “Of course not. Look what happened.”

At Natasha’s words, Tony reached up and felt the side of his neck. He shuddered as his fingers found the mosquito-bite-like bump. “What happened?” he asked.

“You and Loki went into the forest, and apparently you got poisoned, by a bug or a dart or something. We don’t know,” Natasha said. “You just collapsed, and then Loki brought you back here.” She smirked. “He carried you in his arms, too.”

Tony shot a look at Loki, who avoided his gaze. “Might I suggest that we don’t talk about any of this?”

Natasha nodded wholeheartedly. “What happens on this island, stays on this island.”

Tony smirked and was about to make a snide Vegas-themed comment when Natasha tensed. She turned towards the forest, listening.

The mood immediately darkened. Loki turned in that direction, too. Tony hadn’t heard anything, but clearly both of his companions had. The noise wasn’t repeated, and Natasha relaxed slightly. She turned back to Tony and opened her mouth to speak. There was a whizzing sound and a thud as an arrow burrowed into the sand next to Tony.

They stared at the arrow in silence for a second. “Clint,” Natasha breathed. She whirled to face Loki, her nose inches from his face. “What–”

“I have no control over him now,” Loki said evenly, not even flinching. “My magic is gone.”

Natasha growled, and Tony thought about how glad he was that he wasn’t on the receiving end of her fury. “How do we know that for sure? You’re a liar.”

Loki shrugged, a smirk crossing his face. “Do you think that I would be on this island if I still had my magic.” Natasha hesitated, then made a grumpy face and stepped back. “Besides,” Loki continued, “it’s most likely not Hawkeye. I believe his plane went down with the helicarrier. And if he was shooting at you, he would have hit his mark.”

Tony looked over at the arrow. “One thing’s for sure. We’re definitely not alone.”

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At The Amusement Park

This fanfic is really long (although I wrote it in one sitting) but I didn’t want to split it up, so here it is, all in one post! Oh, the humor, oh, the feels… Let me know what you think! And check out the newly updated Novella page – I’ve finished covers for several of my stories!

“Come on, Steve. You’re always so serious. You need this,” Natasha urged. “It’ll help you lighten up.”

Steve frowned. “But really, an amusement park? Why not somewhere more fun?”

Natasha shrugged. “Well, all of us are going. And I can’t think of anywhere more fun than an amusement park.”

Steve continued to protest, but eventually the other Avengers sided with Natasha, and there was no way he could resist all of them. He agreed. Clint and Thor both whooped and raced down the hall to gather everything they’d need. Before long, they were all shoved into a spare SHIELD van and were en route to the amusement park.

Steve gazed out the window as they drove up to the front gate of the amusement park, noticing the signs for the day’s special attractions, ranging from different games to a water ski demo. Clint stood up through the sunroof, shielding his eyes with his hand as he looked around. “Ah!” he cried triumphantly. “The first ride is the Ferris wheel!”

Tony shoved Clint’s leg, nearly making him topple over. “No way. Do you see the Raptor? That is the first ride.”

Clint growled. “How could I not see that dumb roller coaster?”

Natasha pulled the car up to the admissions booth. “How many?” the man asked.

She snorted. “Six adults. Unless you’re going by actions, then we’ve got a couple of kids in here.”

“FUNNEL CAKES!” Clint yelled from the sunroof. The admissions guy looked up at him and then nodded in agreement with Natasha. She rolled her eyes.

They drove through the huge parking lot trying to find a space. With Clint’s help from the sunroof, they were able to find one fairly close. People were flooding the place.

Natasha didn’t let anyone leave the car until she verified that their cell phones were on and she could track them with her own phone. “Have fun, Captain,” she called as she and Clint raced to the Ferris wheel. Steve stood there, feeling lost and not knowing where to go. Thor came up and stood next to him as Banner wandered off to find a quiet place to watch the commotion.

“I do not know where to begin, either,” Thor said, frowning.

Tony stepped between them, grabbing their arms. “Come on, we can go ride the Raptor. You guys will enjoy that.”

Tony dragged them through the maze of rides, games, and concession stands. Somehow they ended up with nachos and drinks on the way to the rollercoaster. Steve found that the nachos didn’t taste quite as bad as they looked. Suddenly, Thor stuck his arm out and stopped them. “Look,” he said, pointing.

Steve and Tony glanced to where he was pointing. A man held a giant hammer with a long handle. An amusement park employee stood next to him, pointing to the tall, lit-up board. The man stepped up to a big button and swung the hammer down. The board lit up halfway and the man sighed in disappointment.

“Yeah, it just a stupid hammer strength game meant to waste your money,” Tony grumbled, looking disgruntled. Steve figured that he’d tried the game before and lost.

He glanced back at Thor and paused. There was a gleam in the Asgardian’s eyes. “Uh, Thor…” Steve began.

“Do not worry, I will not break it,” Thor announced as he headed over to the booth.

Ten minutes later, they were once again on their way to the Raptor, now with a giant stuffed panda in tow. “What are we going to do with this dumb thing?” Tony growled, trying to see around the bear. Thor had elected him to carry it.

“Do not insult my bear,” Thor said, happily sipping his drink.

Tony rolled his eyes, looking disgusted. Steve shot him a warning look and he kept his mouth closed.

It didn’t take them much longer to reach the Raptor. Steve gazed up at the ride as they got in line. Thor insisted on the panda occupying the seat next to him. He apparently didn’t trust the “mortal’s flimsy safe lockers” to keep his prize safe. Tony rolled his eyes yet again. “Which means you’ll be stuck with me,” he said to Steve. He grinned. “I didn’t exactly want to sit next to Thor anyway. He’d probably be yelling in excitement and whack me in the face, and I’d prefer to stay conscious during the ride.”

Steve gave him a smile as they took their places on the ride. Tony sat down next to him and pulled down the bar across their chests. “I had to pay for the bear to ride,” Tony grumbled. Steve gripped the bar tightly. This thing was a lot more open than the rides he was used to. Thor sat down in front of them, resituating the panda before pulling down the bar. Steve could see that he kept a tight hold on the stuffed animal, just in case. Steve could hardly see around the bear’s giant head.

The ride started to move, and Steve couldn’t help but grip the bar tighter. The roller coaster cars started to climb upward, and Thor pointed down at something below. “Look!” he yelled.

Tony rolled his eyes. “Don’t listen to him. It’s best not to look down.” He glanced sideways at Steve.

“I’ve been on a roller coaster before,” Steve told him. And ziplined onto the back of a train.

After ages of climbing, they reached the peak. There was a pause, and then the cars raced down. The color drained from Steve’s face at the sickening feeling of falling…

“Right now I’m in the middle of nowhere. If I wait any longer a lot of people are gonna die. Peggy, this is my choice.” He opened his compass with the picture of her and set it on the plane’s controls as he started to make the plane go down.

“Peggy…”

“I’m here.”

“I’m gonna need a rain check on that dance.”

She gave a choking half-sob. “All right. A week next Saturday at The Stork Club.”

“You’ve got it.”

“Eight o’clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late. Understood?”

The ground drew nearer. “You know, I still don’t know how to dance.”

“I’ll show you how. Just be there.”

“We’ll have the band play something slow. I’d hate to step on your…”

———

“Captain?” Tony shook the other man, worry building up. Steve was clenching the bar on the roller coaster car, staring straight ahead, his eyes glazed. A terrified look was frozen on his face. Tony shook the super soldier again. “Rogers!”

Thor stepped out of the car in front of them, holding the panda. “What is wrong?”

Tony moaned and ran ah and through his hair. “I don’t know for sure. I shouldn’t have made him come.”

Thor looked to the impatient waiting people. “We should move him.”

They managed to peel his fingers off the bar and drag him to a nearby bench. “What shall we do?” Thor asked, setting the panda down next to Steve.

Tony frowned down at Steve. “You text the others, I’ll get some water and see if I can get him to snap out of it.” Thor nodded and pulled out his phone.

———

Natasha glared at a grubby-looking man who got too close to her stash. She was guarding the prizes she and Clint had won while Clint rode the bumper cars. Needless to say their time in the shooting gallery had been well spent.

She had a good view of the bumper cars from her position. She needed to remind Clint to take it easy. He’d already give two people whiplash, and one of them was an adorable little girl.

Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out. A text from Thor. She frowned and opened it.

Distress! Trouble, by large metal hill. Come immediately!

Natasha frowned and waved in Clint’s direction. He caught her eye and managed to get out before the round was over. “What’s up?” he asked. She showed him the text and he checked his own phone. “He sent it to me, too. So he finally figured out how to send texts to multiple people.”

Natasha rolled her eyes. “What do you think he meant by ‘large metal hill’?” She scanned the surrounding area.

“The Ferris wheel?” Clint joked.

She elbowed him. “Help me carry the prizes. We’re heading to the roller coaster.”

———

Tony paced next to the bench, occasionally glancing over at Steve. The younger – older? – man still had a terrified, glazed expression. It worried him, but he didn’t know what to do. Thor had sat down on the bench, sound asleep with a smile, one arm around the motionless captain and the other around the stupid stuffed panda. The panda’s staring eyes taunted him with the same glazed look as Steve had.

“Tony?”

He turned to see Natasha and Clint approaching, each with an armful of stuffed animals and who knew what else. They stopped next to him and set them down. “What’s going on?” Natasha asked, surveying the scene. She frowned. “Did you text us with Thor’s phone? Is this a joke?”

Tony opened his mouth but was interrupted by Bruce joining them. “What’s up? Wait, he’s asleep. Tony, did you—”

Tony threw his hands up in the air. “I didn’t do it. At least, I didn’t send the text. I mean, it’s my fault, I guess, but – ugh…” He groaned and ran his hand through his hair. Why was he so frazzled? It was just Steve, after all. Steve, whom he argued with and insulted and teased. Why did he care so much?

Natasha’s frown deepened, and she grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to look her in the eye. “Tony. What. Is. Wrong?”

Tony ground his teeth. He would not show weakness, would not break down. Not here. Not now. He nodded to the bench. “Steve. He’s… zoned out. Has been ever since the roller coaster.”

Bruce and Clint hurried over to Steve, waking up Thor in the process. Natasha gave Tony a murderous glare. “What kind of idiot are you? Didn’t you think that a roller coaster might be a trigger?” She stormed over to the bench. Tony felt insuppressible guilt rising in his chest. It was his fault, after all. Why had he been so dumb? His shoulders slumped as he turned and walked away.

———

Steve’s eyes began to focus more as the others talked to him encouragingly. Finally he blinked and gazed around. He groaned and rubbed his forehead as he caught sight of the roller coaster and remembered. “I think I should stay off roller coasters for a while.”

Natasha smiled and stood up. “He’ll be fine. What happened?”

Steve closed his eyes. “I-I guess going down that fast reminded me of… you know”

No one spoke for a second, just letting the silence hang awkwardly before Thor reached over and patted Steve’s knee. “I do not know about all of you, but I believe I have had enough excitement for today.”

Bruce nodded. “We should head back to the tower.”

Steve looked around and then frowned. “But where’s Stark?”

Natasha grimaced. “I may or may not have told him off. He’s probably being his usual grumpy self and waiting for us in the van.”

Tony wasn’t at the van. Natasha tried to call him, and the sound of Black Sabbath’s Iron Man nearly burst their eardrums. They quickly found Tony’s cell phone stuffed into the glove box.

Natasha groaned and rested her head on the steering wheel. “Maybe I was too hard on him.”

Steve opened his door. “I’ll be back in a minute.” No one questioned him or protested ash he hurried back into the park.

———

Funny how he knew Tony better than the others. He found him in the stands of the water ski demo that was going on, right where Steve had thought he would be. The billionaire was staring but not seeing, and he certainly didn’t hear Steve coming. He nearly jumped out of his skin when Steve sat down next to him.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Steve said quietly, staring out at the water skiers.

Tony shrugged it off. “No one said it was.”

Steve turned towards Tony, his gaze piercing him through. “Apparently Nat did. I blame myself for things a lot. The tired look on my mom’s face, her death, the death of innocents during the war. But, in the end, it’s not always my fault – it’s just a passing of life. Something that has to – needs to – happen.”

Tony turned to face him, the faintest of smiles tickling his face. “Thanks.”

Steve slapped his knee and stood up. “Ready to head back to meet with the others?”

Tony shrugged. “If we must. I’d sure like a—” Steve sighed. “—snowcone, though,” Tony finished.

Steve smiled. “I think we just might be able to arrange that. We should get ones for the others, too.”

Tony laughed. “Hey, it’s my treat, and you’re the only one who gave me a pick-me-up. They skipped the counseling session, they go without snowcones.” And the two of them laughed as they headed towards the snowcone stand.

It’s Never Boring At Avenger’s Tower…

Once upon a boring day, when Thor was on Asgard and Banner was out shopping (that‘s a story for another time)…

Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

Steve frowned as he stared down at his shield. There was something off with the weight. He readjusted it on his arm. Yep, something was definitely off. He pulled the shield off of his arm and gripped both sides tightly. A second later, he split the shield in half with a resounding crack.

There were only two people who could’ve snuck into the room to replace the shield while he was absorbed in the baseball game, and there was only one person who would have the expertise to make such a realistic replica. “Clint! Natasha! Stark!”

Natasha poked her head in the doorway. “Steve, what’s – whoa! What happened to your shield?” The look of surprise and shock on her face was enough to almost convince him that she wasn’t to blame, but best not to rule her out too soon.

Clint came in another door, his jaw dropping. “In a destructive mood? Let me guess, the Dodgers lost.” But there was a little gleeful twinkle in his eye that assured Steve that this was the culprit.

“Tony!” Steve yelled again.

The billionaire poked his head around the doorway. “Nice job,” he grumbled to Clint. Natasha leaned on the other door frame, a grin spreading across her face.

Steve nodded solemnly. “You’re lucky we didn’t have an emergency or anything.” He kicked one half of the broken pseudo-shield and it slid across the floor towards the pair. A quirky smile came onto his lips. “This isn’t over.”

Clint grimaced. “Uh-oh, I don’t think I like that look he had on his face.”

Stark grinned and picked up the shield piece. “Ah, what harm can he do? He’s just an old guy. I’ll bet there weren’t even pranks in his day and age.”

Natasha smiled. “He may just surprise you.”

Tony walked into his lab, humming. He was working on a surprise for Pepper – the vacation cruise she so desperately was longing for – and that had put him in a good mood.

JARVIS’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “Sir, I finished the modifications to the Mark V.”

Tony frowned. “What modifications? I didn’t order any modifications.” Why was he getting a bad feeling about this? He hurried over to his suit area and stopped dead in his tracks, horror crossing his face. The Mark V was now pink. Bright pink. Who – who would have done this? There was only one possible answer. “Did Steve do this?” Tony yelled at his AI.

The AI gave an uncharacteristic chuckle. “You should see your face, sir.”

“It was him, wasn’t it?”

“I’m not at liberty to say, sir.”

Tony stomped to the other side of the room. “Now JARVIS is keeping secrets. Perfect.” He left and stomped down the hallway. “Steve!”

Clint stood in his room in his plain white t-shirt and shorts. Natasha always teased him about never cleaning his outfit. What she didn’t know was that he actually regularly cleaned his outfit. He had two, so when he was washing one, he would wear the other. “Girls,” he growled as he slid open his drawer. He stopped, his jaw hanging open.

“Pink?” he squeaked, his eyes growing wide. His hands were gripping the drawer as if it was the only thing keeping him on the ground. “It’s pink!” he yelled.

Steve.

Steve!”

When Natasha saw Tony run by, his face inflamed, she set down her book (in spite of it just coming to a very tense moment) and thought she might as well follow. It would be interesting to see what happened. She could only assume Steve had exacted his revenge. As she stepped into the hallway, she was nearly bowled over by Clint, who yelled something unintelligible as he hurried on. Natasha hoped it was an apology, otherwise… Ah, well, she had enough satisfaction seeing him running around in shorts in a t-shirt. Since when did he do that? She had a feeling this was going to be good.

She hurried down the hallway and found them facing Steve in the kitchen. She smiled. Steve was attempting to look innocent while helping Pepper put away a few groceries and trying not to laugh. Innocence and laughter don’t go too well together.

“You had JARVIS spray paint my Mark V PINK!” Tony yelled, his face furious. “That one is my favorite!”

Pepper frowned at him. “I thought you said the—”

Tony shot her a glare that could fry an egg. “They’re all my favorites,” he growled.

Clint pushed Tony aside. “And my vest! Seriously, my vest? Why would you do that! Pink does not fit my personality.”

“I’m not sure I’d agree,” Natasha said under her breath, earning her a glare from Clint. She grinned.

Steve smiled. “It’s okay, guys. Tony, the paint is washable. I already gave JARVIS instructions on how to wash it off, and he’s probably doing it right now. And, if that really was your favorite, in my defense, I just asked JARVIS to do one, I didn’t specify which. Clint, I already got you another vest.”

The two glowered at him. “This isn’t over yet, Rogers,” Tony growled and the two of them hurried out. Natasha moved into the kitchen and started helping Steve and Pepper.

“Feel like you need an accomplice yet?” Natasha stuffed the cereal into one of the cabinets.

Steve smiled. “You just want in on the fun, without being a target. Clint hasn’t even seen his new bow and quiver yet. They were on clearance.”

Natasha’s jaw dropped. “You didn’t.” Steve just smiled.

There was a very unmanly shriek from down the hall. “STEVE!”

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.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

“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 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.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

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 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.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

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 One

At the request of the amazing erinkenobi2893, I’ve decided to post this Avengers fanfiction 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. 😉

“You guys worked together very well,” Nick Fury stated. “I know some of your fellow Avengers are hard to get along with—” A snort came from Steve Roger’s direction, and Fury glared at him. “—but overall you worked great as a team.” A knock sounded at the door and Fury took his gaze off of the three people in his office. “Yes?” he asked, irritated.

A SHIELD agent poked his head into the room. “Director Fury, we’ve had some reports from some citizens—”

“Is the world about to be attacked?” Fury interrupted. A muffled laugh was heard, most likely from Natasha Romanoff. Clint Barton, also known as Hawkeye, elbowed her.

“No, sir,” the agent replied. “Unless you count a loose tiger an attack on the world.”

Fury gave a half-grin. “SHIELD doesn’t do animals. Just psychopath people who want to rule the world.”

“We know someone like that,” the Black Widow muttered.

“Who, Stark?” Captain America asked, smirking.

“Very odd animal, though, sir,” the agent said. “It apparently ran through a butcher shop and didn’t give a second thought to the meat. It was too busy terrorizing the people. And the zoo says it’s not one of their tigers.”

Fury raised an eyebrow. “Really? That sounds… interesting.”

“Do you want us to check it out?” Hawkeye asked.

Fury shook his head and turned to the agent. “Have some agents do some checking around. Figure out what’s going on.” The agent nodded and left.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to investigate?” Steve asked.

“I don’t think it’s that important. You know how some people keep wild animals for pets and then release them when they become too much to handle. I’m sure it’s nothing,” Fury told him.

Natasha nodded. “Right.”

“Why didn’t the rest come to this meeting?” Steve asked Fury.

“It wasn’t mandatory. In fact, I didn’t even bother to talk to them. Dr. Banner decided to ‘remove himself from this environment’ again, back to India, I believe. Tony went back to his tower, and you know that Thor went back to Asgard.”

“So it’s just the three of us left,” Steve said.

“For now,” Fury replied. Another knock sounded on the door. “What is it this time?” he snapped.

A female SHIELD agent entered, her face red from running. “We tracked down that tiger, chased it down an alley, and then it just… disappeared.”

Fury raised an eyebrow. “Well. Have some agents looking out for it. For now, if it’s gone, I don’t think we need to worry.”

“We do need to worry,” a familiar voice said as the door opened.

“Thor?” Clint asked, surprised. “I thought you went back to Asgard.”

“As I did,” Thor replied, stepping into the room, his hammer in hand. “I bring unfortunate news. Loki has escaped from prison.”

Silence filled the room. Four pairs of eyes were fixed on Thor.

“Please tell me you just picked up some of Stark’s humor,” Steve said.

“I am afraid not,” Thor replied. He turned to Fury. “I believe we should gather the others.”

Fury nodded. “Right.” He pressed his finger to his earpiece. “Agent Hill, please contact Stark and Banner and have them come here immediately. No excuses.” He paused, listening. “If they protest, tell them Loki has gotten loose. That may get their attention.”