It's been strictly two years since Wolfie left the Avengers. While they haven't forgotten her, they also haven't dwelled on her. With peace seeming to reign, it all ends sooner or later. Of course, Stark messes with unknown forces and the world is i...
"He's all over the globe. Robotics labs, weapons facilities, jet propulsion labs, reports of a metal man, or men, coming in and emptying the place." Maria Hill says, back at the Avengers Tower.
"Fatalities?" I ask, leaning against a counter.
"Only when engaged. Mostly guys left in a fugue state going on about old memories, worst fears, and something too fast to see." She informs, scrolling on a tablet.
"Maximoffs. Well, that makes sense he'd go to them, they have someone in common." Steve says in thought.
I raise an eyebrow, having no idea who they were or what that someone in common was.
"Not anymore," Maria answers solemnly.
She shows us the table and we see a picture of a man's dead body with the word 'peace' written in his own blood on the wall.
Steven went wide eyed before leaving the room to get the others. I went to get Clint who was closest.
"Barton, we might have something," I tell him. He was on the phone with someone.
"Gotta go." He says, hanging up.
"Who was that?" I ask curiously.
"Girlfriend." He says and I nod.
Soon everyone was gathered in the lab and I sat on a counter silently as Steve showed them all the picture.
"What's this?" Tony asks and I can't help but roll my eyes.
"A message. Ultron killed Strucker." This caused me to glare at Tony, though he didn't notice.
"And he did a Banskey at the crime scene, just for us." I wanted to punch Tony in his little smart mouth.
This was his fault and this is how he acted?
"This is a smokescreen, I mean, why to send a message when you've just made a speech," I ask, looking at them.
"Strucker knew something Ultron wanted us to miss," Steve says, his face frustrated.
"Unless he..." Natasha trails off, looking through a computer. "Yeah, everything we have on Strucker is gone."
"Well, not everything," Bruce says.
Soon we all found ourselves sifting through boxes of papers and physical files looking for something. I wasn't sure what, though.
"Well, Strucker has a lot of friends," I say, looking over a file of his 'known associates'.
"Well, these people are all trouble," Bruce says, glancing at me and I nod.
" Wait. I know that guy," Tony says and Bruce hands him the picture he had been looking at.
" From back in the day. He's Ulysses Klaue. He operates off the African coast, black market arms," I noticed Steven give Tony an accusing look and I couldn't help but smirk.
" There are conventions, alright? You meet people, I didn't sell him anything. He was talking about finding something new, a game changer, it was all very "Ahab." Finally, Tony got to the point and I thought for a moment, looking at the picture.
"That," I say, jumping from the counter I'd been sitting on and walking over, pointing to the back of the man's neck.
"That's a tattoo, I don't think he had that," Tony frowns, looking at it.
"No, that's a tattoo," Thor points to another part of the man. "That's a brand," He adds, pointing back to the mark.
Bruce goes over to a computer and Tony looks at Thor and I.
"I get how you'd know that Meat Swing," Tony looks at thor. "But how do you?" He then looks at me.
"Because young Wolfie appears to have one of her own," Thor says suddenly, causing eyes to turn to me and Thor gently holds my left forearm.
"What the hell?" Tony mutters, looking at it.
On my left forearm, there was a small symbol with the words 'Hades' 'Cabin 13' under it.
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"It's fine, it's not really even a brand," I say, giving Thor a look and he looks at me with a sheepish smile.
"What happened? What the hell is this!?" Tony says angrily, looking at me.
"Stark, you created a death bot. Let's not worry about my markings." I growl, looking at him harshly.
Before our argument could go further, Bruce spoke.
"Oh, yeah. It's a word in an African dialect meaning thief, in a much less friendly way." He informs.
"What dialect?" Steve asks.
"Wakanda." I say, looking at what Bruce had pulled up on the computer.
"If this guy got out of Wakanda with some of their trade goods..." Tony trails off.
"I thought your father said he got the last of it?" Steve questions.
"I don't follow. What comes out of Wakanda?" Bruce asks and eyes travel to Steve's shield.
"The strongest metal on earth." I say, looking at them.
Here is a new chapter! Hope this is good, my friend just left my house and i finally cleaned up so I have some time to update. Thanks for reading and remember:
~We will Avenge and Prevail, we are the Fallen Angels~
