(Previously Avengers Dynasty)
Marvel x DC fanfic
This is a story set in a world where its protectors include not only the Avengers, but the Justice League, the X-men, Fantastic Four, Teen Titans, and all the chaos that comes from having two vast uni...
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Brooklyn was standing beside Damian, both with their guns in hand, backpacks on and ready to bolt back to the car at a moments notice. Both wore their hoods up and had even parked a good distance away from the main home for extra safety.
The reason for their distrust was more than just being in a new place, but more because the place couldn't possibly be abandoned. Both had observed this place was lived in fairly quickly.
The grass was neatly trimmed, recently ripe food on the small farms was placed onto baskets, and the lights inside the home were on. Thankfully they had not been ambushed yet, but Brooklyn and Damian shared a cautionary look before slowly making their way to the porch of the home.
The wood creaked under them, but the white home was in relatively good condition. Recent paint job, new fencing, even clean windows obscuring the inside by beautifully trimmed curtains.
"Are you sure this is the right place? Maybe you memorized wrong" Damian whispered, clutching his gun a little closer.
Of course she'd remember right! Brook gave him a silent look that mean as much. There was no harm in knocking on the front door at least, if someone bad was inside, Brooklyn was at an advantage.
Still, the two went around the home, noting the doors and windows with care, even the ones from the shed out back. Only until they had a mental map of the place did Brooklyn inch to the front door, with Damian leaning on the wall beside it in case he needed to attack.
Putting all her trust in Uncle Clint to ringing that bell, Brooklyn had to wait in silence for a few seconds before the door opened. As soon as it did, Brooklyn hid her gun, but got into a fighting stance until she saw the light from within, then the woman standing before her.
She looked innocent enough, holding onto some poorly drawn pictures and an apron in the other. The woman was almost the same height as Brook, maybe even a little taller, but her gaze was kind, even with a stranger at her door.
"Hello dear. How can I help?" the woman asked, just as the shrieks of children came from inside just as Brooklyn noticed the homey space.
Could this really be the right place?
"Um, sorry to disturb" Brook said, trying to hide her unease, "But I...do you know a man named Clint?"
The woman's eyes went wide, the door shutting ever so slightly.
"Why? Are you looking for someone all the way out here in the middle of nowhere?"
Brooklyn caught the hesitation and the worry in the woman's voice. So this was the right place? Maybe a hidden basement worked as the safe house and this woman was a SHIELD agent guarding it.
